<?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-6670469</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:34:32.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FBombAndy!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><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>608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113159796380411703</id><published>2005-11-09T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:32:58.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>609</title><content type='html'>"I'm a big fan of the boob. I'm not a fan of the big fake knockers, but of the larger variety of boob... I really like them."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...I just, I like them big. I mean, hey. Above a C. A D is good. I don't want a D on a fat girl. It's gotta be in proportion."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a fan of the faker. Last time I felt one, it felt like a Nerf football. A brand new Nerf football."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The point is...I never really grasped...the functionality of the boob. I always thought they were for' hugging and loving and squeezing,' to quote Steve Perry."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is interesting because when one first encounters 'the boob,' it is for sustenance. And then later on, it becomes an erotic plaything."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rhyner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well if you've had a kid, and you got a woman who breast feeds, then, boy, they take on a whole new meaning. And I'm telling you, I am amazed by it. I'm absolutely in awe...that those things do what they do. And now I can't look at anyone's boobs...I just think of them as feeders now. That's it."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, they have a job. The job is not to prop them up in a Wonderbra or make sure they don't sag or whatever or stuff them full of silicon or steel or Nerf footballs or whatever."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They have a function, and that function is amazing."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think they're multi-purposeful"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think they're multi-purpose gadgets too."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rhyner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a couple of months after you have a baby and you're breastfeeding, they're that. But after that, they go right back to a plaything. Or I'd like to think that anyway."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a pump? See, that's what intrigues me."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard that's a two-person operation. I've heard it's hard to get those things on."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On? It's not like a lawnmower."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Corby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know it's not like a lawnmower!"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you just use your Echo leafblower and put it on reverse?"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Cue long awkward silence]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the hippies, they really like to walk around those parks and flop out a jug to feed a kid."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Greggo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're you're friends though, we'd like to see it."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rhyner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, &lt;a href="http://www.theticket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Ticket&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guys are so refreshing. Absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been nearly a month since I've logged into AIM. I think I'm finally going to do it. Just for a night. See what happens. Hopefully nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm going to bed early so I can get to campus early and practice a bit before my lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113159796380411703?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113159796380411703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113159796380411703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113159796380411703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113159796380411703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/11/609.html' title='609'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113151773068093738</id><published>2005-11-08T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:28:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>608</title><content type='html'>Today was rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In CS 349, the prof wondered out loud if we would ever find a way to increase our intelligence. Then he asked if we would really want to. What if we learn everything there is to know, realize that existence is pointless, and end up killing ourselves? Are we better off not understanding some mysteries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my discussion section and decided to come home. I spent some of this time by working on my Unit 12 Lab. I hope to have my design approved tomorrow morning so I can simulate it later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a french horn choir concert a week from Thursday. If anyone wants to go, it's free. Haha. Like anyone in Austin reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I think I'm going to call it a night. Sleep sounds so good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there is now a ban on gay marriages in Texas. Just thought I'd share that with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113151773068093738?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113151773068093738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113151773068093738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113151773068093738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113151773068093738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/11/608.html' title='608'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113143415238844220</id><published>2005-11-07T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:15:52.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>607</title><content type='html'>Alright, I don't really have much to say tonight. I finished my paper and even wrote more than the minimum! Finally decided to take my Unit 11 test, which I passed, and now I have to do a lab assignment. Had some nice alfredo for dinner. I don't know, what else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're big into Google Maps, and you have a nice phone with a nice plan, then you should get this &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/glm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Google Maps application&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for your phone. It's not available to everyone, but you should find out. Watch your battery though, because it will eat up whatever's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class and a discussion section. I might go to the discussion section. I don't know yet. It's kind of boring, but it could be really helpful for this project coming up. I've written a Sudoku solver in Java, but this one has to be done in Haskell, which is a stupid language! I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's enough. I need to get some sleep. If I go to bed now, I'll get a little over 7 hours. Oh, and I could take a nap in the afternoon! Not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, Jester has unisex bathrooms on it's first and second floors. With locks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113143415238844220?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113143415238844220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113143415238844220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113143415238844220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113143415238844220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/11/607.html' title='607'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113131907452609971</id><published>2005-11-06T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:22:01.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>606</title><content type='html'>Oh! I just have to write about &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9941838/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I glanced over and, whatever, I just let him continue on with his business." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That's how we reported it back when I was in high school. 'Taking care of bidness.' Damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In this case, two girls and three boys engaging in oral sex or intercourse on school property while three other boys watched, according to sources familiar with what happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's what I call a sausagefest. The boy-to-girl ratio is totally wrong. High school kids just don't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what's the appeal? "Just being rebellious," [Jessica] said. "Coming back to class and saying, 'Ooh, guess what I just did? I just had sex in the auditorium.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never heard that line once in all my high school years. Wish I had. Because that would have been awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But getting a handle on the reasons students are emboldened to risk having sex at school is as tricky as figuring out how many are doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can give you an answer for both. They do it because school is boring! Rougly 7 - 8 hours of their weekday are spent on campus. That makes for pretty good odds. Do they think they'll get away with it at home if there are parents in the next room? No. Now, how many are doing it? I would estimate that 10% of the school has. That's based on the proven fact that 10% of all high school students can be classified as 'hot.' Kids who aren't hot aren't getting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I would just wonder, like, what's going through their heads -- like, 'Okay, guys, let's meet at 3:30 behind the curtain?' " [Emilie] said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that is what goes through their head. Seriously. Although, 3:30 sounds a bit late for some quickie action. The best time was always during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;School administrators are drafting a rule that bans sex on school property.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would figure that there would already be a rule like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'd become very unaroused at the sight," [Alex] added. "Nine hundred out of 901 people would not want to be involved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Can't you just wait till you're at home?" [Matt] asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, kids have parents. And sometimes, you just can't wait. Especially when there's this hot piece of tail sitting in front of you, and chemistry is boring, so, right after class you find your girl and a quiet place to 'take care of bidness.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113131907452609971?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113131907452609971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113131907452609971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113131907452609971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113131907452609971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/11/606.html' title='606'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113108557541460652</id><published>2005-11-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:26:15.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>605</title><content type='html'>Alright. Today sucked also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornings have been really tough for me lately. I'm betting it's another ulcer. Looks like I'll have to see a doctor or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons went well. I think I'm going to take more lessons next semester. During the fall, I'll probably be in the concert band. CS 349 went well. We're allowed one page of notes for the test in CS 337, so I spent an hour on that. Plenty of info on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, my plan right now is to get some sleep and hope everything goes well tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go give &lt;a href="http://littlestninja.modblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;littlestninja&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I really want some chocolate chip cookies. Fresh out of the oven. And made with real butter. Oh, how I love butter! Fake spread just isn't the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113108557541460652?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113108557541460652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113108557541460652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113108557541460652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113108557541460652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/11/605.html' title='605'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113099361244218417</id><published>2005-11-02T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T20:53:32.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>604</title><content type='html'>Today was the longest day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have a review in CS 337 for the test on Friday, but the prof decided to continue on with the material since he fell behind. Didn't review at all. Oh well, now I have motivation to rip that test a new one. I'm going to break from EE 316 for the rest of the week. I really do have to focus on this test alone. It's a tough course, and I don't want any doubt heading into the last test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting earlier than usual because I have my lessons tomorrow morning. I've decided that 8 1/2 hours of sleep would be pleasant. I haven't been feeling well in the mornings, and I hope this fixes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents aren't going to El Paso for Thanksgiving. My dad can't take those days off because some of his co-workers are injured. This means that I will be in Dallas for Thanksgiving. I don't know about the day after though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I've got nothing else. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audioslave - #1 Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113099361244218417?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113099361244218417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113099361244218417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113099361244218417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113099361244218417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/11/604.html' title='604'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113081848477542421</id><published>2005-10-31T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T22:10:43.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>603</title><content type='html'>Firstly, Gordo always comes up with great stuff on holidays. Here's his &lt;a href="http://www.gordonkeith.com/wordpress/index.php?p=201"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;list for Halloween&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Careful though, it is not for children. (I like numbers 1, 3, 5, 10, 11, and 14.) Gordo even has his own &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_keith"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wikipedia page&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (I wish I had one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Kevin Pereira just put a picture on his moblog that is incredibly offensive. And yet, I think it's funny. Does that make me a bad person? (I am NOT going to post a link to it, because it REALLY is offensive. But so hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus like usual when it hit me. Again, like &lt;a href="http://fbombandy.blogspot.com/2005/02/358.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;so long ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I have that smirk. I was just thinking about some things I did way back when. I am 2 people rolled into one. I can be the nice guy. I can be the 'less-innocent' guy also. Oh, the trouble I could get into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned in my Unit 10 Lab and took my Unit 10 test. 10 more to go. It isn't that bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked with my advisor today. We mapped out the rest of my degree and it looks like I have 6 more CS classes, 1 more Spanish class, and 1 more Math. I can take a full semester next spring, and go part-time during the summer and fall. That's all that is left. Amazing really. Honestly, I could go part-time during next Spring, but I don't want to. I'm going to add some 1-hour classes to put me over. The 2 that I'm looking at are a class on PERL and a PE class. Yes, PE. But more specifically, basketball. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, today's weather was weird. It was midly warm at 1PM, it started raining around 2PM, and it was cooler than cool right afterwards. It was a very sudden drop in temperature. Still, I thought it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I don't have much else about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113081848477542421?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113081848477542421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113081848477542421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113081848477542421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113081848477542421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/603.html' title='603'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113074037584440118</id><published>2005-10-30T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:36:14.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>602</title><content type='html'>Yea, I haven't posted in a while. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new really. Enjoying the nice weather, although I would love it more if it were colder. Crap, it's supposed to rain tomorrow. I don't like that at all. Especially since I can't skip my 3 - 4 class for the rest of the week. I have a test coming up in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's Halloween. I don't really care though. The best thing is the day after. All of that candy at half of the price. That's something to look forward to. Oh, I really love those mellowcreme pumpkins. So, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charging up my shuffle for the bus rides. Every morning that I wake up, I always ask myself if I should just stay in bed. Honestly, if attendance wasn't part of my final grade for any of my classes, I would sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for CS 349. I really like that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The West Wing was awesome tonight. They're going to have a live episode next Sunday. I can't wait. Oh, and the Cowboys won. That was pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find more hobbies. Now that outdoor basketball is coming to an end, I'll have to pass time in another way. I should seriously work on my poker face and start gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; that when we go to a Mavs game, I'm going to drink. I've waited long enough. Everything should work fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crazy dream. I beat the crap out of a guy that tried to steal from me. I chased the guy down and started wailing on him. I kept going until my fists felt heavy. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, time for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a link to Gordo's Blog already, but here's a link to &lt;a href="http://www.quickdfw.com/columnists/gkeith/vitindex.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;some columns he writes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for some Dallas/Fort Worth site. His dark humor is greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113074037584440118?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113074037584440118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113074037584440118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113074037584440118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113074037584440118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/602.html' title='602'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113047446519441668</id><published>2005-10-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:57:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>601</title><content type='html'>Today was interesting, I guess. Class was kind of 'meh' because no one could form any intelligent opinions on privacy and the internet. I have an opinion, and some would call it a 'half-assed' opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decide to get online and view material, I understand that the web site I am visiting may be monitoring my actions. I'm fine with this, because it is their content I am using. If they sell it to another company, that is their decision, but I at least hope that they use the data to improve their web site. For instance, I always go to ESPN's web site. If they find that I like basketball and football more than hockey, and they use that and other information to change the layout to the majority of users' preference, then I'm very happy with their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to the Finish Line, and one of their employees notices that I like T-Mac's shoes, that's fine. Most likely, this information will be used to order more of T-Mac's shoes. Or possibly place those shoes at the front of the store. I'm totally fine with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when a company monitors my actions while on a web site that they do not own, I disapprove. I don't think it is right for ESPN to watch how I use CNN.com. This is why I have several spyware detecting applications and a few spyware removal programs. I am not saying ESPN hands out spyware, but plenty of free software comes with spyware. Always look into a download before you even place it on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://exploration.vanderbilt.edu/news/news_froghiv.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tropical frogs may prevent HIV transmission&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's a &lt;a href="http://productivity.strategy-blogs.com/2005/10/list_of_academi.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;list of podcasts of lectures&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Many of them are from Purdue, but the topics are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miqel.com/pure-math-patterns/visual-math-varieties.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Visual patterns of Mathematics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Some of them are kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, a &lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/FPS-doug"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;link to a video&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I think is hilarious. Careful though, because there is an f-bomb or two. (I admit, I play these kind of games. I'm a guy. I like shooting things, playing football, you know, typical guy stuff.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113047446519441668?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113047446519441668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113047446519441668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113047446519441668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113047446519441668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/601.html' title='601'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113039028467078733</id><published>2005-10-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:23:29.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>600</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I'm stressed out. I missed a question on one of my Unit tests and now I have to do some stupid homework. Had to write a poem in Spanish and that was just weird. Then came home and worked on a program up until deadline. Well, 8 minutes past deadline. I don't even know if it works. And then my lessons have been pushed back to some unknown time, although I'm alright with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really read my book for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so close to the weekend. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 66 days left in the year. If I post once a day, I'll start the new year with an interesting post. (Have I mentioned that 3 different popes died on my birthday?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on AIM for over 2 weeks now. And honestly, I don't miss it. I still have Google Talk on, but that's just so I can keep track of my Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Facebook has gotten real crazy. I saw a picture of a chic I went to high school with, and she might be a whore now. Oh, that might have been offensive. Oops. (Honestly, my high school had a bunch of them. I guess it really doesn't surprise me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of offensive, this one is for you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113039028467078733?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113039028467078733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113039028467078733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113039028467078733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113039028467078733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/600.html' title='600'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-113026769920000895</id><published>2005-10-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:24:48.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>599</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be updating constantly as the day goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this is shocking and disturbing. &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=1231684&amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Young girls spreading racism&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; through music has left me speechless. I would never expect something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you drinkers out there, here's a &lt;a href="http://dailylush.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cool site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I guess a &lt;a href="http://www.webtender.com/handbook/games/sixes.game"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cool game&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of alcohol and such, J has an interesting MSN Spaces blog with stories from her workplace - a real bar! Here is a &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/rowdielou/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;link&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I'll be sure to add a permanent link soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about links, if you didn't know, Jamie has &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/gretchen9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;switched&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Blogger to Xanga. That link was updated a while ago, but I wanted to mention it again just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nip/Tuck, they used Radiohead's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything In Its Right Place&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome stuff. Boston Legal was great except for the ending. The hot chic was hot and all, but then it got serious and that was a major bummer. I don't like to see hot chics cry, whether its right in front of me or on a show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-113026769920000895?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/113026769920000895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=113026769920000895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113026769920000895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/113026769920000895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/599.html' title='599'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112996472211524213</id><published>2005-10-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:15:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>598</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been a while. I've been rather busy due to the parents being in town. Had a mid-term. Had a presentation in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mid-term went well. I actually read the book, so I knew most of the questions. The prof is cool, so I think it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presentation in Spanish was good, and bad. It was good because the prof told the class, "This is what the presentations should be. He gave important information, his spanish was polished, and this is the bar you all should aim for." Why is this bad? Because that's not cool. No one likes the kid who always gets the highest score on every test. No one. So as he said that, I stared at my desk and hoped everyone in that class would forget. And by everyone, I mean the females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to a park to have a picnic. The Kid (my nephew) was having tons o' fun. He really likes basketball. And he's friendlier towards the ladies. My influence has already taken effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Doom tonight. It's alright. I mean, if you liked Resident Evil, you'll like Doom. If you don't know anything about it, wait until you can rent it. I found that there were more funny moments than 'make you jump out of your seat' moments. Ugh, and there were a bunch of high schoolers out. That was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm tired. I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112996472211524213?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112996472211524213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112996472211524213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112996472211524213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112996472211524213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/598.html' title='598'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112969936103291364</id><published>2005-10-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:41:20.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>597</title><content type='html'>Ah, CS 349 was awesome today! The prof watched the episode of South Park where Cartman gets revenge on Scott Tenorman. He made two references to it during class. Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and ate some ice cream. Blue Bell has a Banana Pudding ice ceram that's just awesome. It has whipped cream, vanilla wafers, and pieces of bananas in it. It's only in season for a couple of months out of the year. People thought I was crazy when I first mentioned it. That's because it disappeared for a year. Well, I couldn't find it again. By the which, I swear I saw Milky Way ice cream once before. Someone back me up on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still spend some of my time on the bus trying to determine what type of person I am. I am a theist, but I value the sciences. I am quick to help people, but I'm also the first to laugh at misfortune. I can be devilish one day, and angelic the next. I won't get into politics though. Let's just say that I am stuck in the middle on many issues. It's not a lack of certainty or conviction. It's the consideration of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil's Workshop Big Band covered Radiohead's Morning Bell. You can find it on iTunes. It's amazing really. Well, only if you're into Big Band. Other jazzy covers of Radiohead songs can be found by searching for Brad Mehldau. Hell, even if you don't know anything about Radiohead, Brad Mehldau is good stuff to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through my 2-month Audioslave kick, I've rediscovered the greatness of A Perfect Circle. Orestes is just such a great song. And their covers of "What's Going On" and "When The Levee Breaks" are just amazing. Seriously, if there are 2 songs out there that I would recommend, those are it. Especially the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long day of classes. Ugh, I'm tired. I might go for 8 hours of sleep tonight. Maybe more. I've been bored lately anyway. Maybe I should do some of my school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you're bored like me, here is a link to a logic puzzle I do nearly every day. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.fingertime.com/sudoku.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SuDoku&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112969936103291364?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112969936103291364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112969936103291364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112969936103291364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112969936103291364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/597.html' title='597'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112961316854535803</id><published>2005-10-17T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:33:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>596</title><content type='html'>That's right. Screw the EE TAs! That guy doubted my ability and talent. So, I proved him wrong. Last Monday, he told me that I had to take my Unit 5 test, my Unit 7 test, and turn in my Unit 8 Lab by today. I said, "Sure." He said, "It's a steep climb." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;. So, I completed it all. The suggested rate has us finishing about 1.5 Units per week. I just did 2 weeks' worth of material in 1 week. Once again, do not doubt me. Tell me I can't do it, and I'll make a believer out of you. Stupid EE TA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Spanish presentation on Friday. I have to do some research on Uruguay. Eh, won't be too hard. 5 minutes of speaking and I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go to my CS 337 discussion section. I need to ask about the program due in a week. I understand how to get the row-reduced echelon form of a matrix, but the encoder and decoder functions don't make sense. Eh, I won't get into specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming down Wednesday night. That'll be cool. From what I've heard, my parents would really like to move to Austin. Of course, this would be after my Dad retires. I forget how much longer he has. I know it's not much. If they were to move down here, I would definitely put Austin at the top of my "where I'll live after graduation" list. Currently, I would rather live in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is nice and all, but the things that make it great are things I can't appreciate. The live music scene doesn't interest me. Only having two major highways sucks. The radio stations here suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my fond memories (the few remaining) are of Dallas. The lights, the roads, and the buildings. And I'm also talking about Farmer's Branch, Addison, Garland, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I was done with school, had my degree, and had a good job. I want my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm tired now. Off to bed I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112961316854535803?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112961316854535803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112961316854535803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112961316854535803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112961316854535803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/596.html' title='596'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112952932859376216</id><published>2005-10-16T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:08:48.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>595</title><content type='html'>Eh, nothing new today. I've been working on my Unit 8 Lab, and I'm close to finishing. I'm not going to bore you with the details, but I have to minimize my circuit and I can't find what I can cut out. I'm just going to bug a TA and get them to tell me the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 friends on MySpace. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, another long day of classes. I feel like taking another vacation already. I'm hoping to make the most of Thanksgiving and just sleep 12 hours a day. Will probably do the same during Christmas break. Oh, how I love to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of some people who should &lt;a href="http://www.paperpenalia.com/handwriting.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;read this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Handwriting is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about changing my sleep schedule. You know, the one all of the great inventors used. You stay awake for 4 hours, sleep for 30 minutes, repeat. Maybe some day I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now things are getting boring. Someone send me entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I'm off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112952932859376216?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112952932859376216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112952932859376216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112952932859376216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112952932859376216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/595.html' title='595'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112944944033953165</id><published>2005-10-16T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:57:20.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>594</title><content type='html'>I went outside to throw away some old pizza. As I looked at the street, I realized that I really wanted to go for a walk. The air was cool and the lights had that tint of orange to them. I remembered being in a neighborhood that had the same appearance. Deja vu, or something. The only problem is that I can't remember where or when. I think of North Dallas, but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I bad-mouthed MySpace, but I keep signing in. I now have 6 friends! I guess I'm climbing society's ladder. As far as Facebook goes, there are still 4 friends invitiations that I haven't declined yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have an account on ModBlog and Xanga. I'm thinking about posting on all 3, but then what was the point of buying my domain name? The 1-year contract runs out later in December. I think I'm actually going to get hosting for fbombandy.com. That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to the movie theater all of the time, &lt;a href="http://www.mashmap.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be handy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else that I really want to talk about. I'm pretty pissed about the USC-ND game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112944944033953165?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112944944033953165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112944944033953165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112944944033953165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112944944033953165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/594.html' title='594'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112936523478701972</id><published>2005-10-15T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:33:54.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>593</title><content type='html'>Well, today was just full of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my Theories in Programming class. Instead, Erik and I went to some sushi bar. I love Philadelphia rolls! Erik convinced me to try a certain item he ordered. It was salmon eggs. Did not like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, more college football when I wake up! This is the best time of the year. The basketball season is warming up. The baseball season is nearing an end. Football is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this pile of clean clothes that I should really fold. I'm too lazy though. I've also been too lazy to record another podcast. I'm just not happy with the sound quality. I have a cheap microphone. And the sound card is beginning to show its age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet! I haven't been on AIM for 4 days now! I haven't received any calls or emails, so I guess it's safe to say that AIM is no longer necessary on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sleep sounds so good right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112936523478701972?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112936523478701972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112936523478701972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112936523478701972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112936523478701972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/593.html' title='593'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112930384554017358</id><published>2005-10-14T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:30:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>592</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Waking up early sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's is doing their Monopoly game. It's leading to some hilarious action on eBay. People are selling pieces of the game board, and bidders are thinking that these pieces are actual stickers. Some are going for $50. It's amazing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to eat a snack and then take my Unit 7 test again. Ugh, I hate that class so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112930384554017358?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112930384554017358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112930384554017358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112930384554017358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112930384554017358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/592.html' title='592'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112917897329964929</id><published>2005-10-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:49:33.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>591</title><content type='html'>Took my Unit 7 test. Didn't get all of the questions right. So, I have to do homework over the chapter and then take the test again. Sucks. I hate homework. It took away 3 hours of today that I'll never get back. Oh, and there's 2 hours tomorrow that it's going to steal from me also. Nice. Real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lessons tomorrow, so I actually have to wake up about an hour earlier than normal. That's why I'm posting right now. I want to get some sleep since my stomach isn't doing too well. I guess I ate something I shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple is now showing trailers in HD. Nice. I like it. But I wouldn't bother unless you have a higher-end computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, Apple announced a new iPod. It can play video. It has a TV output. And it comes in 30GB and 60GB versions. But eh, I'm not really interested. I'm a music guy, not a video guy. Although, having Desperate Housewives on the go does sound nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Time for sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112917897329964929?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112917897329964929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112917897329964929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112917897329964929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112917897329964929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/591.html' title='591'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112909683789128715</id><published>2005-10-11T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:01:36.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>590</title><content type='html'>About to study for my Unit 7 test. There isn't a lab, so I won't have to worry about that. I also have a test in Spanish, and that will be followed by a written assignment. Tomorrow looks like tons o' fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mavs won their preseason game against the Kings. That makes me happy. Yea, it may not matter much since it's preseason stuff, but basketball is basketball to me. I can't wait until November 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new Audioslave DVD out. I really want to pick it up. I might do that tomorrow or I could wait until my parents come down. They both like Audioslave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;a href="http://www.43folders.com/2005/10/procrastination.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; could come in handy. I do procrastinate like crazy. (I should be studying right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this looks like a bunch of fun. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.sketchplanet.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sketchplanet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I think I'm going to sign up and start sketching. Way back when, I was good at drawing. And writing scripts. Dirty scripts. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of my rant on Facebook, I received another friends invitation. But it's this chic that I barely know. Maybe talked to her once, but by 'talk' I mean "Hey." I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to get crackin' on those books. But first, I'm a bit hungry. I better snack on something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112909683789128715?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112909683789128715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112909683789128715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112909683789128715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112909683789128715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/590.html' title='590'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112900961045470419</id><published>2005-10-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:19:55.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>589</title><content type='html'>Well, my EE TA told me that it would be a ton of work to catch up to the 'suggested' pace. The guy even offered the idea of dropping the class. So what did I do? I took my Unit 5 test, got my S (for satisfactory), and left. I don't care how far behind I am. It doesn't matter. The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't. Tell me I can't catch up, and I'll bust my ass to shove it in your face. Stupid EE TA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was interesting. I stayed up, went with 6 hours of sleep, and actually felt fine in the morning. I usually suffer if I get less than 8 hours because then my stomach gets all lava-like and I get grumpy. But, my alarm clock was fierce, I took my shower, and I felt fine. Seriously, my alarm clock was on steroids or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a new link. Check out &lt;a href="http://littlestninja.modblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;her blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Which, by the way, I might switch to modblog if it offers more features. I'm happy with blogger right now, but everyone seems to be leaving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is slowly improving. It wasn't raining, but there was some mist going on. Not quite drizzle, but just a mist. It's supposed to be the same tomorrow. Highs in the low to mid 80s. It's quite nice. I still prefer 60 degree weather, gray clouds, and no sunlight. Oh, how the sky was gray today! I'll have to take a picture to post on my moblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test in CS 337 was kind of tough. I don't think I made a 100, but then again, I don't think anyone did. There was a question on Hamming codewords, and I didn't know anything about that. I also didn't know anything on Reed-Muller codes. But I feel confident about everything else. Thankfully there's 2 more tests. And 3 more projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my CS 337 prof posts the class slides in PDF format. There's nothing worse than clicking on a link and having to wait for Reader to load up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to think of any good questions for Attack of the Show. I usually come up with awesome questions, but not lately. It'll come back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really read my book for tomorrow. I think I'm behind by a chapter or two. Eh, I'll catch up before class starts. Afterwards, I'll come home and study for my Unit 7 test. Or do the lab for Unit 7 if there is one. I haven't checked yet. What else do I need to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 1:04AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read an old friend's blog and now I feel like an ass. I always talk about how I'm there for everyone I know. But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it. I can't keep saying those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even log onto AIM? I talked with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; about it. I don't IM people. People don't IM me, except for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;. So, what's the point? I log on at night before I go to sleep only to put up an away message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having a MySpace account? The person who talked me into signing up isn't even someone I talk to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I on Facebook? I have 3 people wanting to add me as their friend, but I don't even know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one talked me into starting a blog. That was my choice over 2 years ago. And because it was my decision, nothing has stopped me. Rather, no one has stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that this should be the only proof of my existence on the interweb. I should forget everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I should sort out my numbers on my phone. I have about 30 numbers, but only 10 of them are important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112900961045470419?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112900961045470419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112900961045470419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112900961045470419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112900961045470419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/589.html' title='589'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112892229240905140</id><published>2005-10-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:31:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>588</title><content type='html'>Wow, my 4th post in 9 days. Not good. I'll pick it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's past midnight and I plan on being awake for quite some time. I have a test in CS 337: Theories in Programming. I sucked on the 1st project, I missed a week of class, and I'm just now feeling 82% healthy. But, after informing the TA of my situation, I now have a list of things to study and links to old tests. This is the first semester that I've actually asked for help from a TA or a prof. I now realize that it isn't such a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to have a conference with a TA for my EE 316 class. It's the self-paced one. I've missed a week of that class as well, so I have an excuse for not being on the suggested pace. But I hate having to talk to EE TAs. Anything about EE pisses me off, even the building. But, I pass it this semester and I don't think I'll ever have to step foot in there again. That's motivation enough. Can I pass 15 tests in 1 month? You betcha. Will I? Probably not. I'll spread it out over 2 months. I procrastinate. What else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about changing my template once again. I'm a bit bored with the blue. Maybe I should go back to black. I'll think about it. Any suggestions or comments are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the Longhorns beat down the Sooners. Awesome stuff. I knew they would. This is a special year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Cowboys beat down the Eagles. Amazing. If the offense and defense are at the top of their game, no one can beat them. But it's a 'once in a blue moon' kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you all know, I watch Attack of the Show every weekday. Well, here are some links to two hilarious bits they did last week or the week before. You'll need Flash, but you probably do, and the videos are work-safe, as long as the word "jerkass" is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.g4tv.com/videos/index.html?video_key=9589"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kids are jerkasses!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.g4tv.com/videos/index.html?video_key=9599"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hilarious bedroom PC bit.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112892229240905140?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112892229240905140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112892229240905140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112892229240905140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112892229240905140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/588.html' title='588'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112871358499657692</id><published>2005-10-07T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:09:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>587</title><content type='html'>Well, I just woke up 30 minutes ago. I think I got 11 hours of sleep. The doctor said to rest this weekend and take it easy. I have a doctor's note, so I think I'm fine for whatever assignments I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a dream that felt like a 3 hour long movie. And don't worry, it's only PG-13. The only bad thing is that I don't remember much. What I do remember is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the mall looking for more pants. I love khakis, but not dress khakis. JNCO made some that were everything to me, and I still have two of those. But I don't think they make them any more. Well, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;C.T.&lt;/span&gt; wearing some really cool pants, so I went to the store he told me about and picked some up. Then I was back home, where my relatives were visiting my parents. I quickly bailed and ended up at some school. There, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;C.T.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;, and I. I can't remember, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; may have been there as well. Either way, we were changing for some big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I have my band pants on. If you don't know, marching bands have special black pants with no pockets and built-in suspenders. One minute I had a tank top on, the next I have no shirt on at all. Well, I look around and realize that I'm at a football game and I'm in the stands. Well, it's more like an auditorium with a wall knocked out, and it's next to a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I look around for a place to sit and I see a chic I recognize. She had a very mischievious smile. I went to her and she told me to sit next to her. Well, the chic kept changing. It was all of the chics I've had a thing for in the past two years or so. Whomever she was, she was adjusting my suspender straps and fixing my hair when I realized that I didn't have the upper half of my uniform. So, I run down the steps to the rack of uniforms and try to find my jacket. I eventually do, but when I get back up to my seat, the chic was gone. I didn't want to sit by myself, so I looked around for another inviting seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I found one it was almost half-time. I don't know whether I'm supposed to be playing or conducting, so I pick up a French Horn and try to figure out what the song is. I get a couple of notes right and then that scene is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one more segment. Something about catching an alligator or hippo that had escaped. I have no idea what that was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really weird dream. I don't know if it's the medicine or something else. Well, it has to be the medicine since there is nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better than I did on Wednesday. The one thing that sucks about having a runny nose or a stuffy nose is when your nostrils crack. That hurts like hell, and there's not much you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I need to go downstairs and eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112871358499657692?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112871358499657692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112871358499657692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112871358499657692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112871358499657692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/587.html' title='587'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112852706467179689</id><published>2005-10-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T08:44:24.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>586</title><content type='html'>Sinus Infection. Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112852706467179689?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112852706467179689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112852706467179689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112852706467179689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112852706467179689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/586.html' title='586'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112815210395283741</id><published>2005-10-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:35:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>585</title><content type='html'>Well, today just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on campus with the expectation of taking my Unit 5 test, passing it, and then going to my Spanish class. Unfortunately, I was in such a hurry this morning that I forgot to bring my Unit 5 Lab. So, I walked into the class, muttered a four-letter word, and left. I can't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Spanish, I decided to come home. The bus ride was something else. I spent most of the time staring out of the window and just analyzing everything in my life right now. I'm sure it has to do with the weather. Two days ago, the high temperature was 105 degrees. Today, I think it was 85 degrees. The skies are gray and the wind is cool. I can feel winter coming. Oh, I love winter so much. For me, there is nothing more refreshing than a cold breeze hitting my face. There's only one thing bad about winter. I stop talking, I start thinking, and I go into my emotional hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I finally made it home I worked on a program that is due Monday at 8PM. Then I got bored with that, so I picked up some tools for learning Ruby. Ruby is a programming language, like Java or C++. Well, it's closer to Java. I've already written a program in Ruby, so I think I'll know it fairly well by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents might go to El Paso for Thanksgiving. My bro and my sis-in-law are thinking about going back to Dallas to spend that time with her family. I'll end up staying in Austin most likely. I don't really celebrate Thanksgiving. I just see it as a reason to not have school, eat a ton of food, and watch a Cowboys game. And honestly, all I'm looking for is a break. I haven't had a meaningful vacation in 2 years. I think I might find a nice hotel and spend a few days there. That would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to sleep. I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112815210395283741?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112815210395283741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112815210395283741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112815210395283741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112815210395283741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/10/585.html' title='585'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112788361529341504</id><published>2005-09-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:14:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>584</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm going to need a bunch of input over the next week or so. I have a paper due and I don't know when or what the topic is yet. Well, I know that it's due next week, but I don't know if it's Tuesday or Thursday. Anyway, it has to be 5 pages, double-spaced and all of that goodness. If someone hands me a topic, I can write 5 pages easy. But such is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk about morals, ethics, and such. I could ramble on about how you can't have free will and fate. Or I could write about the many, many bonds between morality and religion, and how both evolved. That's right, I used 'evolved' and 'religion' in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I usually don't like talking about religion, politics, or anything controversial. But I have to put my ideas somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is the basis for the most basic of morals. In christianity, just read the ten commandments. Every religion or teaching out there has some interpretation of these laws. Even so, people who do not believe in God, or any supreme being, are still very capable of being decent human beings, if not better. Are all religious people good? No. Are all atheists evil? No. I have met people from both sides of that issue, and I can honestly say that not one group as a whole is good or evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are morals programmed into our genetics? Is our process of determining right from wrong embedded into our DNA? If so, does that mean our manner of choosing also originates from our DNA? And if that is true, are we merely puppets acting out a part written by our parents, their grandparents, and so on? If the choices we make are based on chemical reactions within our brain, then we really don't have free will. But before we get to that last part, let's analyze some of the previous questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do morals come from? Some might argue that we pick them up as we mature from an infant to a toddler. Others might say that we are constantly changing our perception of what is acceptable and what is not, even if we are middle-aged. But, if a child is given the most basic of necessities (milk, water, food, and a diaper change), what will that child amount to as an individual in society? Will he understand that killing is unacceptable? Will he know to scratch someone's back if that person scratches his? How much will he understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am interested in getting answers to these questions. I'd like to think that I have an unnatural ability to place myself in someone else's shoes and understand why they think a certain way, or why they do certain things. With the answers, I'll be able to know people better than they know themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 12:31AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you want some insight on why I switched majors out of Electrical Engineering, here is a &lt;a href="http://www.techcentralstation.com/092105B.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;testimonial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from another who got out of engineering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112788361529341504?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112788361529341504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112788361529341504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112788361529341504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112788361529341504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/584.html' title='584'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112780139171372337</id><published>2005-09-26T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:15:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>583</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Monday, September 26th, and the high here in Austin was 107 degrees. In late September! I hate this weather so much. That's why I want to move to the northeast. Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my Unit 4 test, but not before I muttered many a dirty word at a crappy computer. I did the work on my computer and burned it on a CD-RW. I don't have any floppy disks, because come on, who does? So I get to the lab and I prepare to load up my work when I discover something shocking. These lab computers, in the Electrical Engineering building, don't have CD drives. What the hell? Even the Spanish lab has CD drives. I hate EE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Spanish, where the prof decided to mention his love for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000899/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monica Bellucci&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Then, in Spanish, he asked random people what celebrity they were in love with. Guess who got called on first! Me! So, because I didn't think of anyone right off the bat, I just gave up and said &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000899/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monica Bellucci&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also. What made it so uncomfortable was that the two cute chics who sit in front of me turned around to watch me answer. Very awkward. But then I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a thing for any celebrities? I mean, is there one out there that just blows me away? I'm probably not remembering someone, but I can't think of an answer. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004695/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the flavor of the week, although it is a good flavor. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is just a bit overrated. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001401/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0193846/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elisha Cuthbert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She was so awesome in "The Girl Next Door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I forgetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 1:12AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, how could I forget!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0519456/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eva Longoria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she has some tough competition. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000167/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elizabeth Hurley&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112780139171372337?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112780139171372337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112780139171372337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112780139171372337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112780139171372337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/583.html' title='583'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112770726200086854</id><published>2005-09-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:03:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>582</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'll confess. I've been rather lazy about posting. There are more days in between updates and substance is wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to talk about anymore. I could talk about my new fear. Now, when I'm walking on a sidewalk, I'm always paranoid about cars going past me. I just keep walking, but each sound makes me feel more tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EE class is self-paced. I'm behind. Yea, that figures. I procrastinate, and then I don't want to catch up. So, I'm going to take my Unit 4 test tomorrow morning. The TA wants me to finish Unit 5 by Wednesday. I don't know if that'll happen, but I'll try. Trying is worth something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my links section. All links are current and what-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to get philosophical? Do I want to be border-line offensive? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, some days, I just don't see the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112770726200086854?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112770726200086854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112770726200086854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112770726200086854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112770726200086854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/582.html' title='582'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112745638592246480</id><published>2005-09-22T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:19:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>581</title><content type='html'>So I'm off on the blues for the links. I'll fix it tomorrow. I'm going to sleep. Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112745638592246480?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112745638592246480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112745638592246480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112745638592246480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112745638592246480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/581.html' title='581'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112742842281582291</id><published>2005-09-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:33:42.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>580</title><content type='html'>Ugh, what a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to go to my French Horn lessons. I got out to the bus stop, and waited. Waited some more. 20 minutes went by. The bus I take runs every 15 minutes. So, I jump on a much slower bus and just try to make it on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Warning: You may not want to read the following paragraphs. The content may be graphic and disturbing. If you wish to read it, highlight the text.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;Well, there was an accident further up ahead on the bus route. It bothered me a bit. From what I could tell, it had just happened when I stepped out of the door. Oh, I just found the story. But the reason it bothered me was that an ambulance wasn't there. The person was still laying on the road. Only a blue tarp prevented everyone from seeing his identity. You could see the bent bicycle and the person's backpack. Seeing a motionless figure on the road kind of freaked me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;My dad works for the Physical Evidence Department. He does all of the stuff you see on CSI, if you watch that show. He deals with death everyday. And it weirds me out that this is what he sees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;Now, I considered myself to be desensitized. The only emotion I ever show is anger. And that takes a bit. But actually seeing death outside of natural causes just turned my body cold. I've never felt that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;When I hear about high school students having heat stroke or a heart attack, I worry about my own life. Seeing obituaries for 18 - 20 year olds scares me. This kid was 17. I was a senior in high school when I was 17. I didn't think about death or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;In the past two nights, I have had dreams where a family member or a friend has died. And in both of those dreams, I reacted with anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make it to campus. I just decided to come home and relax. I had to clear my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112742842281582291?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112742842281582291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112742842281582291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112742842281582291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112742842281582291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/580.html' title='580'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112727938822027502</id><published>2005-09-20T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:53:45.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>579</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Nip/Tuck. I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0593961/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rhona Mitra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; make out with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1023018/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kelly Carlson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Best episode ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in today. I spent most of the day just working on homework. In fact, I'm still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been rather boring lately. Not much is going on I guess. School is going alright, but I still hate EE 316. EE classes are the children of the Devil. Oh crap, I just remembered that I have a quiz tomorrow in Spanish. Oh, I should probably shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112727938822027502?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112727938822027502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112727938822027502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112727938822027502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112727938822027502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/579_20.html' title='579'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112717531804771818</id><published>2005-09-19T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:15:18.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>578</title><content type='html'>Yea! Got my question in on AOTS. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! No class tomorrow. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! I have homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112717531804771818?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112717531804771818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112717531804771818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112717531804771818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112717531804771818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/578.html' title='578'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112702985876109922</id><published>2005-09-18T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:50:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>577</title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend has been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that AXE is the best. Shower gel, body sprays, they are all awesome. There are plenty of products that promise the same effects, but only AXE is legit. 'Touch' and 'Phoenix' are definitely my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Apple has some great people working the counter at their stores. I went to get my Shuffle fixed or replaced, whatever they could do, and the guy was real nice about the whole thing. If they would have had one in stock, he would have switched mine out with a new one. So awesome. But they didn't have one, so he filled out some online form and I can just send it to Apple directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a soda since I left Dallas. That's going to be a month pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on my surprise. It might take me a bit longer than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Now that I think about it, I don't have much to say. I guess I'm really tired. My eyes are doing weird things. Can't really focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112702985876109922?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112702985876109922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112702985876109922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112702985876109922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112702985876109922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/577.html' title='577'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112681567783185968</id><published>2005-09-15T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:36:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>576</title><content type='html'>Is &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050915/ap_on_sc/missing_mice"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a headline you want to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 11:08PM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like I'm gonna have some basketball to play tomorrow! Awesome. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; said there's a 90% chance, so I just gotta hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt terrible today. I don't know if I slept on my elbow or I just ate something bad. I went to my French Horn lessons and then went home. I'm hoping to feel tons better tomorrow. But I do hate that I missed CS 349. I really like that class. The prof in there is hilarious. And he gets real passionate about each topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is the deadline for completing Unit 3 in EE 316. I hope I get it done in class. I might wake up early and study beforehand so I can ensure meeting the deadline. Then it's off to Spanish, where I have to come up with 4 questions that ask someone about their worst date. What really sucks is that I might have to answer those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. TCU beat Oklahoma, lost to SMU, and beat Utah. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I don't have much else. My parents are coming down tomorrow night. That should be good times. Oh, and I'll have a surprise for all of the people I've linked to on the right. I don't know when I'll unveil it, but soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112681567783185968?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112681567783185968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112681567783185968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112681567783185968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112681567783185968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/576.html' title='576'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112676040508133303</id><published>2005-09-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:00:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>575</title><content type='html'>New &lt;a href="http://google.com/blogsearch"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;blog search&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feature from Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a new picture up on the moblog. It's a &lt;a href="http://fbombandy.textamerica.com/?r=3277257"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;picture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://www.amli.com/comm/apartments-austin-downtown-am.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;apartments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to live in. They're so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I have lessons tomorrow morning. I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112676040508133303?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112676040508133303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112676040508133303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112676040508133303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112676040508133303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/575.html' title='575'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112659065329749245</id><published>2005-09-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:50:53.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>574</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I needed at the library was checked out. I had to reset my password for my account at the CS computer labs. My CS 337 prof went over, so I missed my usual bus. I didn't get home until 5:05PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking from the bus stop to my door, I took some pictures of the damage that drunk driver left. You can find it on my moblog. I also saw some people playing basketball at the apartments' court. So, I changed and headed over there. I recognized one of the guys. He whips my bro and I everytime. Well, he had 2 friends with him. They were good too. Way better than me. I didn't want to walk away with my tail between my legs, so I played a game of 21 with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I'm beat. I know when someone is just better than me. These guys were in a class of their own. I'm not there yet. I missed all 3 of my shots, but I had a steal and a decent defensive play. But wow. They were all 4 or 5 inches taller than me, had about 60 pounds on me, and 2 of them might have been quicker than me. Amazing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home and told my bro about how these guys were good. He played it off as though he would have been good out there too. Nope. He must still be under the impression that he's the best player in the world. He's not. Not even in the apartment complex. Not even in this apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's quite the sore loser. In fact, the last time I won, I walked away with that elbow scrape. The pic is in my moblog also. There's still a big scar. The last time we played, I walked off the court because he threw an elbow. So, I just play half-ass offense and defense while he goes after his own rebound and tries to muscle in a shot. Whatever. If it means that much to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given my size, I'm not a physical player. I have to rely on finesse and quickness. If an opponent wants to win by playing dirty, I'll let them. I'll get out of the way. I like my games nice and clean. I don't have to resort to elbows and slaps to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I'm not nearly as competitive as my bro. I don't care if I lose. If I shoot terrible, I'm going to accept it. I might get frustrated, but I won't act that way. If I have a good game, I'll smile. But I'm not going to do victory dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all boils down to having control over your emotions and attitude. I wish everyone could have that kind of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112659065329749245?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112659065329749245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112659065329749245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112659065329749245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112659065329749245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/574.html' title='574'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112650068028454219</id><published>2005-09-11T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:51:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>573</title><content type='html'>I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112650068028454219?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112650068028454219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112650068028454219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112650068028454219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112650068028454219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/573.html' title='573'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112633628637184747</id><published>2005-09-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:11:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>572</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; wanted an interesting post. I'm guessing he was wishing for one pretty hard because I just had a crazy experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro, my sis-in-law, and I all heard a car's brakes and then a loud noise. So, we wanted to see what was up. We couldn't all go, because my nephew was asleep. So it was just my sis-in-law and myself. We walked across the street, and wow. Somehow, a car drove off the road, up a hill, and into an apartment complex. Now that I think about it, I wish I had my phone with me. I'll take a picture tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, we got to the truck and the guy who was driving was standing outside. Some other people approached him before us. He started talking and then he decided that it was best for him to run. He got about 75 feet away when people started saying, "Oh, someone should go after him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess that someone was me. So, I chased him down. I kept up with him until he started walking. That's when I walked, so that way I wouldn't burn all of my energy should I need to run again. He slowed down and looked behind him. He saw me. Crap. So he started running again. So I started chasing again. Right about 2 seconds later, a cop car pulled up through the alley and I pointed him towards the guy. The guy jumped a fence, but so did the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught him. The police officer asked us to get in the back of his squad car so we could identify the suspect. Let me tell you, it sucks back there! The seats are hard and the A/C doesn't get back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the scene and fortunately someone saw the entire thing. So, they didn't need our information. Some chics came up to us. They talked about "Yea! You're fast! Great job!" But I'm a humble person. (My sis-in-law said that one looked like a hooker, and the other looked like a hippie. I think the 'hooker' one was kind of decent though. That's saying alot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either way, that got my blood pumping. And it was fun. Oh, the guy was drunk too. He's not going to be happy when he realizes what happened. Sucks to be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my day sucked! I picked up my French Horn, and it's the same one from last semester. That helps a bunch. I don't have a name for it, but soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I did much else today. Was boring. but hey, I won the admiration of some chics, so I guess it wasn't a total loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112633628637184747?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112633628637184747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112633628637184747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112633628637184747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112633628637184747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/572.html' title='572'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112624345541834298</id><published>2005-09-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:24:15.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>571</title><content type='html'>I just subscribed to the NPR: Tech podcast. So far, so good. Oh wait, now it's sucking. Baleeted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that for a week, I'm going to use iTunes to play all of my mp3s. Even while I sleep. I have to hear music as I fall asleep. So, with iTunes taking care of it, I can get the stats I want to know. How many times have I listened to this song? When was the last time? What did I rate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, it's hard to make a new playlist. I want songs that generate a calm, but that's hard to do when your favorite groups are A Perfect Circle, Tool, Queens of the Stone Age, and Audioslave. It's hard to fall asleep when there's harsh tones or powerful singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new book. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Science of Good &amp; Evil&lt;/span&gt;. So far, I like it. I've read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Lucifer Principle&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why We Don't Talk To Each Other Anymore&lt;/span&gt;, and this book fits in nicely. The book is represented accurately by the title. It's all about ethics and how they came about, how they evolved, and other things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slowly cooling down around Austin. It's 83 degrees downtown right now. It might drop below 80 before the night is over. Oh, on Wednesday when I woke up early, the weather was perfect. I forgot how great mornings are. But, I'm still not going to wake up early for no reason. I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was mentioned again on Attack of the Show. That makes 2 times in one week. I hope to become a regular mention eventually. They added me to their myspace account. That makes 4 friends for me! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other than that, I've got nothing. I'm going to be on campus for a while tomorrow. I think I'm going to do some after-school stuff, like undergrad research. I don't know yet. I'm not doing anything else with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm going to read some more of my book, write down some ideas for stories, and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112624345541834298?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112624345541834298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112624345541834298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112624345541834298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112624345541834298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/571.html' title='571'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112615881346293460</id><published>2005-09-07T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:53:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>570</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm tired as hell right now. I didn't take a nap this afternoon. I really wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I only have one class tomorrow. Afterwards I'm going to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Transporter 2&lt;/span&gt;. It might be good, or it might suck. I'll find out and let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to start a new semester. I just feel like something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's time to clean up AIM. I have names on there that I don't talk to, so I'm dumping them. In fact, I don't know why I even sign on. Away message up. But I guess for now I'll just promote people and demote others. You see, my new categories are Friends, Known, and Never On. Some people from the Friends list are being bumped down, while people on Known might get an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to update my email list. If I don't have your email and you want me to have it, then click "Email Me" to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;a href="http://fbombpod.blogspot.com/2005/08/bombastic-episode-6.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is awesome. Even today, it's still greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112615881346293460?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112615881346293460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112615881346293460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112615881346293460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112615881346293460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/570.html' title='570'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112611975029873754</id><published>2005-09-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:02:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>569</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New iPod nano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty sweet. I don't think I'll get one yet, but eventually. I'll probably give the Shuffle to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also going to be a release of iTunes 5. I don't have link for that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/entry/1234000513057777/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looks fancy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112611975029873754?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112611975029873754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112611975029873754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112611975029873754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112611975029873754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/569.html' title='569'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112606891086766262</id><published>2005-09-06T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:55:10.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>568</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Today has sucked pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a discussion section. I just forgot about it. I'm going to email the TA tomorrow and let him know. I just spent the past 3 hours working on some homework. This EE 316 class sucks! You take a test over a chapter, and if you miss one question, you have to do all of the questions at the back of the chapter. So, I got every question right, except for 2 parts of 1 question, and I have to do homework over stuff I got right on the test! That's incredibly stupid and it wastes my time! Make me do the problems over what I missed and let's move on! Stupid TA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have to wake up early tomorrow. I have to get my French Horn and meet up for my lessons. Then I have to drag my horn around campus since all of the lockers are in use. That sucks! A French Horn doesn't weigh a ton, but it wears you out after carrying it for 20 minutes. I think I'm going to skip my 3 - 4 class so I can just get home with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I don't have much else to say. I really just want to go to bed. Maybe do some light reading. I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112606891086766262?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112606891086766262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112606891086766262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112606891086766262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112606891086766262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/568.html' title='568'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112590908834243486</id><published>2005-09-05T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:31:28.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>567</title><content type='html'>You know, I wanted to post and all, but then I was distracted. And because I was distracted, I forgot what I was going to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, Happy Labor Day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112590908834243486?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112590908834243486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112590908834243486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112590908834243486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112590908834243486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/567.html' title='567'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112582384435416032</id><published>2005-09-04T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:35:58.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>566</title><content type='html'>There's plenty of news going on. It was just announced that Chief Justice William Rehnquist died earlier tonight. Hurricane Katrina has damaged more than just physical structures, but also mental strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On less serious notes, Oklahoma lost their season opener. The Seattle Storm were knocked out of the playoffs (I like basketball. That includes the WNBA, even though I don't watch it. I just keep up with the Storm because they have Sue Bird. Remember, she was the one who said on radio that a DJ could spank her if some conditions were met.) Texas has 3 solid running backs. That 6'3 270-pound Melton is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I want to focus on the hurricane stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, refugees are coming from Louisiana. They have already filled up Houston. Dallas is running out of shelters. So now it's up to Austin. As I type this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; is volunteering at a shelter. I know, I should probably be doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am worried. You see, my sis-in-law works for the sheriff's department. My dad works for the Dallas Police Department. If things should turn for the worse in Austin or Dallas, both of them will have to work extra hours in possibly unsafe conditions. Considering that my dad just had surgery on his ankle and is still on crutches, this could be bad for him. And considering that my sis-in-law is a petite woman, it could be bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and Dallas are expecting crime to increase because people get desperate. They do not mean to imply that New Orleans produces a bad crowd. It's just that when someone loses their home, or worse, their family, desperate actions are taken. And while some might condemn them for 'looting' and what-not, they must try to imagine being in the refugees' shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no one I know has suffered through the hurricane, I still have great sympathy for those who have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112582384435416032?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112582384435416032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112582384435416032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112582384435416032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112582384435416032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/566.html' title='566'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112573837450564911</id><published>2005-09-03T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:17:26.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>565</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's 4AM. And no, I haven't had a nap today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes went fine today. I'm thinking about switching my Spanish section. It's from 12 - 1 right now, and I would rather have it from 1 - 2. If I can work my magic, then I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw an undergrad advisor today. Not the typical academic advisor. This person is legit. He looked at my classes and such, said that if I take a class or two during the summer, then I should graduate in December. Definitely makes me happy. Damn electrical engineering! Set me back a semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much else happened today. Haven't had a soda in a week or so. Haven't had much candy lately either. I love my Reese's Fastbreak. I'm surprised I've gone this long without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Racetrac, which I love, is being bought out. That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, honestly, I'm friggin' tired. Time for sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112573837450564911?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112573837450564911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112573837450564911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112573837450564911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112573837450564911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/565.html' title='565'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112563764676131528</id><published>2005-09-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:18:37.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>564</title><content type='html'>Eh. I'll update in a sec. I gotta fix my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 12:40AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I fixed my desk. The drawer that supports my keyboard and mouse wasn't fully extending, so I went in and fixed it. Now I can type freely again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS 349 went well. The prof is hilarious. And I actually stayed fully awake during the entire class. I might not have been paying attention, but I was awake. I think I'm going to like this class a bunch. There are only 2 books for the class, and the first is one I'm really interested in. I forgot what the title is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my 11 - 4 schedule tomorrow. I'll be able to handle it better since I know where all of the classes are. I spent 10 minutes in one building looking for a room number, only to find out it was right outside the building. At least it's air-conditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start looking at a laptop. Preferably one where I don't have to make payments until 2006. If I can get that, I'll be happy. The one negative that everyone brings up about doing a payment system on a computer is that when you're finished paying, the computer will be obsolete or close to it. I don't mind this, because by that time I'll be able to buy a new one and give the old one to my dad or nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I graduate. I want my job! I want my salary! I want to get started on building my life. Apartment, home theater system, awesome clothes, and then a woman. I won't look at buying a home until I'm engaged. If that should ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I'm a 21-year old senior at UT. I should be able to pick up any freshman I want. I should soooooooooo abuse that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you want to know, it is 12:52AM and the temperature is 84 degrees. Yea, that bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, if a woman does &lt;a href="http://www.wnbc.com/news/4923338/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and someone uses their camera phone, I don't think that person is going to the police...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm out for tonight. Sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just got my first spam comment, so word verification is now on. Sorry if it becomes a hassle. Online ad bots can suck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112563764676131528?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112563764676131528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112563764676131528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112563764676131528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112563764676131528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/09/564.html' title='564'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112553817657335971</id><published>2005-08-31T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:30:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>563</title><content type='html'>Well, let's just get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I hate the Spurs. I said I wanted Finley to go there, and he did. But I didn't want Nick Van Exel to go there. I wanted him to be a Maverick. Now I have no choice but to jinx the defending champ and say they'll run away with the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yao got a contract extension, so there goes every teams' "soggy dream" and plans to get under the cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 classes today. EE316 (Digital Logic Systems) is going to be do or die. It's self-paced, so I'm either going to do all of the work in the next month, or I'm going to procrastinate like always and make things hard towards the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS 337 (Theories in Programming) is huge! Well over 100 people. It's not the biggest class I've ever had, (EE 306 was about 480) but it is nice. I can sit in the back of the auditorium and sleep. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPN 312K (Third Semester Spanish) isn't as nice as I would have hoped. It's a small class in a room without air conditioning. But, there are some really cute chics in there. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my name was read on Attack of the Show again yesterday! My parents watch it now because I forced them to watch it while I was home, and my mom recognized my screen name. So my Dad called and was like, "Yea! Cool!" At least Sarah said it right this time. (It's F Bomb Andy, not F Bomb Bandy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just one class tomorrow. CS 349 (Contemporary Issues in Computer Science) might be OK, as long as I don't have to do a ton of reading. I'm sure I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm going to make you &lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/360/15833_sex.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;healthier, more cheerful, stronger, more beautiful, and sleepy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, all in an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112553817657335971?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112553817657335971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112553817657335971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112553817657335971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112553817657335971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/563.html' title='563'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112539347381770393</id><published>2005-08-30T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:47:07.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>562</title><content type='html'>Well, school starts on Wednesday. I had to change my schedule, but it worked out for the better. CS 337 is only offered from 3 - 4, so I couldn't avoid being on campus during the afternoon. This also allowed me to drop my 10 -11 class, so I don't have to wake up as early. Well, except for Wednesdays. I scheduled my French Horn lessons for 9:30, so I'll have to wake up early. I'll have a 2 hour lunch break on Monday, Wedneday, and Friday. I'm done at 2 on Tuesday and 12:30 on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think it's nice. I like have a long lunch break. And if I can't make lunch last 2 hours, then I can do homework or something. I'm sure I'll have some days where I don't eat lunch and instead have a power bar and play basketball or work out. I'll still be home before 5, so I'll be able to watch Attack of the Show like always. I don't have to wake up until 9 on 4 days, so I can stay up until 1 and still get 8 hours of sleep. That's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at what all I have left to take before I graduate, and it's not much. I'm still going to be set back by a semester or two because of damn electrical engineering, but I guess it's OK. If EE offered a minor, I would have it. Oooh, I should talk to an advisor and see if I can make that my science area. If I can, then that'll be great. If not, then I have 8 hours of physics done, so that will be my back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to do some research on receivers with up-conversion and subs. I'm going to piece together a home entertainment system for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;. Man is already talking about buying a house. Ladies, you should really set your sights on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I created my first mIRC script. I plan on making more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to learn about networking. Considering what all I have learned in CS 336 and PHL 313K, I should be able to comprehend concepts fairly easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I have for now. I'll try to post on a daily basis again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in response to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rowdielou&lt;/span&gt;'s comment on the previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do create something with that type of impact. I'm completely serious when I say I want to change the world. I just have this feeling that one day, I'll come up with a great idea. I've had that feeling for years now. But I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that still scares me a little bit, and I've mentioned this once to somebody, is that when I try to picture myself in 5 years, I can't. Most people can, but I see nothing. So if I'm going to have an impact, it better be soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112539347381770393?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112539347381770393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112539347381770393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112539347381770393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112539347381770393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/562.html' title='562'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112522130528207107</id><published>2005-08-28T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:28:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>561</title><content type='html'>I was in the car with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;, finally on my way back home, and we had an interesting conversation about traits that we inherit and characteristics that we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I analyze both of my parents, I can see what I've inherited from each. I have the natural kindness of my father. I have his martyr complex, only mine is a bit worse. I share his occasional desire to be alone. But, I have the quiet attitude of my mother. I am introverted just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics or reactions that I've picked up start with my ability to tune someone out if they just keep repeating the same thing, or if they aren't open-minded. Instead of calling someone a 'moron' to their face, I'll wait until I'm alone. If I feel like someone doesn't care about me, I can easily stop caring about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my dad and he talked about me while I was sitting next to him. He pointed out that I've picked up qualities from both my brother and my sister, but more from my sister. The one thing that he said that I cannot disagree with was his statement, "You can't get him to do something he doesn't want to, and he knows exactly what he wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very self-destructive. I tend to criticize myself more than I should. I stress myself out to the point that I'll need someone to take me to the ER. When I'm mad at someone, my first instinct is to punch something inanimate. I have the scars to show. When I don't have control over something, I ask myself why I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin who joined the Marines a while back. He's going to be shipped out on Sept. 5th. He's 20. He says that there's just nothing for him at home. He's younger than me, but he's about to do things that I would be too scared to do. And this is where I just don't know what to think. Yes, I'm about to get a Computer Science degree. He's about to be part of a war. And while both are admirable in their own ways, I feel like he's accomplishing more than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing contact with people I've considered 'true friends.' I see people I knew years ago and realize that I don't know them anymore. And I can't do anything about it except blame myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112522130528207107?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112522130528207107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112522130528207107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112522130528207107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112522130528207107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/561.html' title='561'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112495585365948073</id><published>2005-08-24T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:44:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>560</title><content type='html'>This is really odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back in March, I mentioned my use of AXE Shower Gel. Today, I got an email from someone who works at AXE. It says something about thanking me for mentioning it on my blog. They also want to send products to me before they become available in stores. I've done a ton of research to see if this is legit or not, and I haven't found anything discouraging. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I did anything today. My dad and I relived the old days by playing some old video games. Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what the plans are for tomorrow. I know I'm having lunch at Joe's Crab Shack. I think I might go watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; play basketball. Otherwise, I'm going to relax some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, if you want Gmail, let me know. I really want to get people on Google's IM client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2142263"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Milk chugging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Oh come on MLB, lighten up! In fact, these contests would probably bring better ratings if you placed them during the 7th Inning Stretch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you didn't know, the NBDL is putting new teams in Fort Worth and Austin. I don't know what the mascot is for Fort Worth, but I know the team from Austin will be the Toros. I'm real excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some stuff last night and it almost inspired me to write a short story on here. But, I didn't. Original ideas aren't flowing, and I want to put more effort into it than just one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very pleasant dream last night. I remember there being rifles, people to shoot at, and some chic helping me shoot them. A very cute chic. She might have been hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm going to get some sleep now. I hope I get at least one more dream like that last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112495585365948073?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112495585365948073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112495585365948073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112495585365948073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112495585365948073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/560.html' title='560'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112485682459101763</id><published>2005-08-23T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:13:44.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>559</title><content type='html'>Well, I just downloaded Google's new &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IM client&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's very simple with the appearance. I'm liking it so far. Not only does it just handle IMs, it also does VoIP (Voice over Internet Protocol) communication. If you have a mic and speakers, you're set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, I need more contacts on my list. If you don't have Gmail, let me know and I'll send you an invite. 2.5GBs of storage and 10MB attachments allowed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair fixed up today. Put in some reddish-copper color. I also had to buy new earphones since my mom's little dog chewed on my iPod earphones. I hate that dog. But the new earphones are pretty good. The frequency response is better than I could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post more in just a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112485682459101763?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112485682459101763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112485682459101763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112485682459101763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112485682459101763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/559.html' title='559'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112477596503667972</id><published>2005-08-22T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:46:05.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>558</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I turned on the Alternative Digital Music channel that's part of my parent's cable plan, and they're playing a song I have memories attached to. Wheatus' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teenage Dirtbag&lt;/span&gt;. The song sucks. But someone I knew liked it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has a new feature that puts word verification before someone can post a comment. I won't turn this on until I have to. The second I get SPAM comments, I'm flipping the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting another haircut tomorrow (Tuesday). I'm also getting some color put in. It's going to be winter soon, so I think I'm going to go with red. I keep telling my mom that I'm going to put in platinum, but it's just to freak her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to upgrade my computer. I'm just going to look at getting a new processor and a new video card. I'll probably have to get a USB TV Tuner thinger, but that won't be too bad. The problem is picking the parts. I could go to Fry's, but they didn't have what I wanted last time I checked. Looks like it'll be all online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about ready to head back to Austin. I've enjoyed my time here, but I'm missing my room. I miss the convenience of having a Racetrac within walking distance. And apparently my nephew has been calling out my name ever since I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this has been a vaction. I haven't worried about school or anything. But I can't say my stress level is down. I know that when I get back, I'll have a few days to adjust and then get back into 'school' shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that starting in September, I'm going to cut sodas out of my diet and exercise more. While I can play basketball for hours on end, I know that I'm not at my peak physical condition. If I improve my health, I'll improve my game on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, that's all I can think of for now. Or, all I want to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112477596503667972?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112477596503667972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112477596503667972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112477596503667972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112477596503667972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/558.html' title='558'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112468714541348189</id><published>2005-08-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:13:11.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>557</title><content type='html'>Big thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; for taking me out and showing me a good time. Honestly, if I were in Austin, I would have stayed home and worked online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well. Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Krista&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lish&lt;/span&gt;, went to the Manhattan Bar, and just hung out there. A bit loud for my taste, and a bit crowded. It was cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any different. And I guess that's to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have another 3 hours of being awake. I don't know what to do to kill the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dare you to make less sense." - Dean Venture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112468714541348189?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112468714541348189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112468714541348189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112468714541348189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112468714541348189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/557.html' title='557'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112443237284099896</id><published>2005-08-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:28:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>556</title><content type='html'>Well, my last day with an excuse to not buy alcohol is here. In less than 24 hours, nothing will be between myself and a bottle of Paulaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on the past 20 years and 364 days, I realize that up until now, every day has been the exact same. Wake up, do some stuff, eat some food, go to sleep. I've wasted so much time doing nothing, or meaningless activities. I've met people that I don't even speak to anymore. People from high school or my first 2 years here at UT. I've learned things that I will forget over the next year. I have not accomplished enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people look forward to being 21, I do not. The prospect of buying alcohol whenever one feels like might be exciting for most, but not for me. I could care less right now about buying a 40 or a bottle of Malibu Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could skip 21, 22, 23, and 24. I want to be 25. I want to have my degree and a job. I want my own place and my own car. A Computer Science degree. Some software company. A nice apartment like &lt;a href="http://www.amli.com/comm/apartments-austin-downtown-fl-colorado.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know what type of car I want. I'm the type of person who would choose a nice apartment and a decent car over a decent apartment and a nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine walking downtown on a cold night with a nice black leather jacket (3/4 length) and stopping inside a bar for a quick drink. Then walking up to my apartment and unlocking the door. Next, I would sit on my couch and turn on some ESPN. There, I would pull out a laptop and do all of my usual online stuff. You know, post on the blog, check the email, check the news, and get on some sort of IM. Unless I'm married by that age. Then it'll be more like walk home, unlock the door, find my wife wearing some nice lingerie, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do all of that at 21. Not right now at least. My degree is going to take another year at the least. I'll have to pay back college loans before I can get a fancy apartment in a great location. Things aren't in place yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I find a cute, rich chic, I'll have to wait a few years. So what do I care about being 21? I'd much rather be 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112443237284099896?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112443237284099896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112443237284099896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112443237284099896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112443237284099896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/556.html' title='556'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112425535287998479</id><published>2005-08-16T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:30:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>555</title><content type='html'>Yea, today was OK. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my dad a PSOne. We were at Gamestop and I know my dad gets bored sometimes. So, I saw one and decided, "What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spilled some spaghetti sauce onto my favorite pants. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. No new links today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Marc Stein, of ass-like quality, it's been said that Finley will go to Miami, Detroit, Phoenix, or San Antonio. Considering I hate Michael Finley so much, I hope he goes to San Antonio. That way, wins over the Spurs will be twice as nice. The Mavs better beat the Spurs all 4 games in the regular season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my headache is kicking in. Time to take some Tylenol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112425535287998479?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112425535287998479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112425535287998479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112425535287998479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112425535287998479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/555.html' title='555'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112416769824972377</id><published>2005-08-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:30:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>554</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got online and checked the usual news sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo! No more Michael Finley! Woooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; will be pissed because I did that, but oh well. He needed to go. Overpaid and old. That's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened today either. Now that I think about it, I really didn't get anything done. Watched Attack of the Show like I do every weekday. I didn't do anything else. I'm boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the faces on &lt;a href="http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/stories.nsf/story/3362FC510678D0718625705C000DE274?OpenDocument"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;those kids&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'm still not buying &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/entry/1234000630054446/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to &lt;a href="http://www.seoconsultants.com/windows/tips/windows-key.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you're a Windows person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those, I don't have much. Hope everyone has a good night. If there's any requests out there, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112416769824972377?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112416769824972377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112416769824972377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112416769824972377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112416769824972377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/554.html' title='554'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112408402046080421</id><published>2005-08-14T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:29:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>553</title><content type='html'>Another fun-filled Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 1PM and did the usual morning routine. I actually ate cereal today, milk and all. And then I got the call for some basketball. It was just my bro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;, and I, but that's more than enough for an entertaining game. We all won a game. There were some arm slaps and such. No one ended up bloody or with a broken bone, so it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and his wife left for Austin at 5:30PM or so. Then it was just my parents and myself. My mom likes to watch Six Feet Under, and it was OK. This is supposed to be its last season and I can see why. We also watched that Roast of Pam Anderson. It was funny, but it could have been better. And whatever she was wearing wasn't leaving anything to the imagination. Then again, she did pose in Playboy, so I guess it's nothing new. Fun to stare at though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news is good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already determined that I'm going to see all of my doctors when I get back to Austin. I'm getting migraines now and that's new for me. I also need to get my index finger checked out. I jammed it on Friday and it's been swollen since. I can still move it but something doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to sign onto AIM tonight. I just don't feel like it. This is my time off and besides, I don't talk to anyone anyway. The people who read this know I'm in town, and those are the same people I'll try to hang out with while I'm here. Good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about visiting the ol' high school. I haven't decided if that would be fun or embarassing. There are a few teachers I want to see. Everyone who was a freshman when I was a senior has already graduated, so I don't have to worry about getting recognized by some student. Unless it's a younger sibling or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Monday around here. I remember hating it when someone would ask me if I was happy that school was starting. Now that I'm in college, I want to go around asking kids, "Hey, are you happy to go back to school? Better go to sleep now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. The first day of school is the best and the worst at the same time. It's the best because everything is new and you have an excuse for showing up to class late. It's also easier to meet people on the first day. The bad thing is that you stay up late all summer and it throws off your sleeping schedule. When I was in high school, I would stay up until 4AM every night during the summer. Then school starts (or for me, band practice) and you have to wake up at 6AM. It's a tough transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, the weekend before sucks too. All of the kids go to the mall and try to find clothes and such. We have a crappy mall and I bet it was packed today. I'm not going to the mall for a while. And when I do, it'll be while school is in session. I really don't want to be recognized while I'm here. I don't need one of my exes spotting me and trying to catch up. Well, maybe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I have to get an outfit for when I go out on Saturday. I didn't bring any fancy clothes. Not even a button up shirt. I'll have to figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I could write more, but I have a killer pain in the back of my neck. I'm going to lay down and see what's on the cable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112408402046080421?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112408402046080421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112408402046080421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112408402046080421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112408402046080421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/553.html' title='553'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112399854483455514</id><published>2005-08-13T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:49:04.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>552</title><content type='html'>Got my haircut today. It's a little long on top, but that's fine since I'll get another haircut before I head back to Austin.I uploaded a pic, but I'm starting to hate the camera feature on my phone. Not the best quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.L.C.L. is a great anime. I know, anime. On the Cartoon Network. But check it out and see for yourself. Very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC adapters from Radioshack suck! I got a multi-purpose adapter with a bunch of different plugs and it doesn't fit anything I have. That's a suck product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don't have much else going on. I downloaded GAIM last night so I could at least be online with an away message. I've fixed up this computer a bit, but I have more work to do. My mom wants to get a new video card, maybe some more RAM, and I don't know what else. Gonna be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112399854483455514?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112399854483455514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112399854483455514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112399854483455514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112399854483455514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/552.html' title='552'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112391408468267263</id><published>2005-08-12T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:34:47.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>551</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it to Dallas in one piece. The trip went well, but I didn't get much sleep last night. Oh, and I played basketball today. My elbow scrape still isn't healed, but oh well. I know, it's just a scrape. The problem is that it's on a joint, so everytime I bend my arm, the wound reopens. Yea, sucks. I played through, had some nice plays, but nothing spectacular. I think I'm going to play tomorrow. I just need to wash my basketball clothes and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting my haircut tomorrow. It's been about 6 weeks and it's getting real long. I don't like it. So, I figure I'll get a haircut this weekend, and during the weekend I leave I'll get my highlights. It's almost winter time, so I usually go with a dark red. I figure I'll do the same this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I would be posting links and such, but I just spent a couple of hours working with this computer. My parents are exactly computer-literate, so I have to make things nice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, whomever set up the cable for my parents is an idiot. It's not hard to plug things in. But apparently it was hard enough for that guy. "The ethernet card has been deleted from the system." Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the way the sleeping arrangements worked out is that I get the room with the computer. Awesome! This means I should be able to post like normal. And since there's a small stereo in here, I can listen to my music. If I don't have my music going, I can't sleep. Even when I stay the night at a friend's I have to bring my iPod Shuffle. And I can fall asleep to any type of music. Lately I've been on an Audioslave kick. I haven't listened to Radiohead in a long time. And Radiohead is much softer for sleeping and such. I don't know. Hell, I can even fall asleep while listening to Tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I don't have much else to report. Oh, wait, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Doug Christie, but whatever. I'm not the GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about NBA trades. Sam Cassell is old, so anything where you get rid of him is a good trade. Abdur-Rahim is a good player, but Sacramento's window has been shut for a while and I don't see them making it out of the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to toot my own horn, but read last year's &lt;a href="http://fbombandy.blogspot.com/2004/07/here.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;summer analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112391408468267263?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112391408468267263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112391408468267263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112391408468267263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112391408468267263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/551.html' title='551'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112383233954150642</id><published>2005-08-12T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:34:56.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>550</title><content type='html'>Alright. One more post from my computer. Then I'm off to Dallas to spend a couple of weeks with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do &lt;a href="http://www.b3ta.com/features/phalliclogoawards/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;they all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have in common? Stare long enough, and you'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What every guy has probably already &lt;a href="http://www.aboutonehandtyping.com/howto.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;learned&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of &lt;a href="http://www.mountainbiketales.com/Verdra3.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;these&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look cool, but I won't ever ride a bike again. On a related note, I hate fire hydrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Mozilla doesn't like me right now, so I'm going to get some sleep. I'll still post while I'm in Dallas, although I don't know if it'll be every night or what. Oh, and I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; and I are going to do another podcast at his place with fancy recording equipment. Hopefully it will be just as good as the last one, if not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 3:33AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/01-02/01_02_booze_rules.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;One more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, for my drinking buddies. Or for anyone who drinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112383233954150642?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112383233954150642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112383233954150642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112383233954150642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112383233954150642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/550.html' title='550'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112373618681290180</id><published>2005-08-10T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:56:26.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>549</title><content type='html'>Alright. One more day. I'm going to post early so I can finish studying and go to sleep. And by 'studying' I mean 'doing nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't please your woman, learn how to &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/tools/69d3/action/2110086/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;solder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/othernews/050810_whose_child.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an email from my CS 310 TA about one of my homework assignments. I need to fix some issues and send it back to him. Sorry there isn't many links, but I'll try to find some real good ones tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112373618681290180?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112373618681290180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112373618681290180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112373618681290180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112373618681290180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/549.html' title='549'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112364683662324823</id><published>2005-08-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:36:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>548</title><content type='html'>Not much on the ol' news front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Rogers is going to be &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2129925"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;reinstated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm rooting for him because you have to look up to a guy who doesn't contain his anger. Give me an annoying news reporter, and I'll give you a quiet news reporter. Very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rotating &lt;a href="http://www.putfile.com/media.php?n=worldatnight_small"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;globe of light&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's weird to think that there are spots of light coming from way up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build your own &lt;a href="http://www.ocinside.de/go_e.html?/html/modding/usb_ir_receiver/solder_usb_ir_receiver.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;USB IR receiver&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yea, that's a bunch of letters. Could be cool if you can make your TV remote compatible with it. Guess I have a new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2005-08/fm-tnl080205.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lemurs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are cool, I guess. I don't know. (Seriously, it's really slow today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard something rather interesting and entertaining while I was walking out of class. Some girl mentioned that she "had to tell her Mom that she got pink eye and that it was from dirt or something." (I know one person who is laughing right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the world of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FBombAndy&lt;/span&gt; goes, there's nothing new to report. I have a test on Thursday, a final project due on Friday, and then I'm done. I've finished about 80% of the final project. So I should have everything done by Thursday at noon. From what I can tell, I'll be in Dallas Friday afternoon. Going to take care of my Dad, relax for a while, go to some bars, and then relax some more. I'm finally going to have a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to my &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/AndyBombastic6BombasticEpisode006mp3/BombasticEpisode006.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;latest podcast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (Right-click, Save As. It's the one with Brandon as a guest host.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I still hate dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112364683662324823?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112364683662324823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112364683662324823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112364683662324823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112364683662324823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/548.html' title='548'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112356092219736697</id><published>2005-08-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:15:22.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>547</title><content type='html'>I'm really starting to hate dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;a href="http://upl.codeq.info/index.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cool site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that helps you decide what to pack for a vacation or whatever. I think it will come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=mg18725115.300"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;computer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that can learn languages? That's awesome, if it can do my Spanish homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy makes &lt;a href="http://www.exaflop.org/docs/x86still/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;moonshine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; using the heat from an AMD processor. Linking this for all of my friends who love alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who use your cell phone for everything, here is an &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/entry/1234000637053624/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;article&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that has links to a bunch of mobile search engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself to be an audiophile. Sure, I don't have a $10,000 turntable, but I'll get there eventually. I hope. Well, Creative is making some &lt;a href="http://www.soundblaster.com/products/x-fi/technology/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;new sound cards&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that blow current ones out of the water. The best technology, tons of memory built onto the card, and it's black! All four cards in the line will be available at Best Buy this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornings have been great lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112356092219736697?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112356092219736697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112356092219736697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112356092219736697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112356092219736697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/547.html' title='547'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112322126190433435</id><published>2005-08-04T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:50:25.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>546</title><content type='html'>That's awesome! I talk about trying to post 2 or more times a day, and I get ZERO in for Thursday. Nice. Real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a little something. Today was rather slow on the news front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who actually have a job, unlike your's truly, here are some &lt;a href="http://wiki.ehow.com/Call-in-Sick-When-You-Just-Need-a-Day-Off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to call in sick with a genuine sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you understand the power of the Google Search but your friends don't, just send them a link to &lt;a href="http://www.googleityoumoron.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know how to throw a punch, well, now you do. Here are some &lt;a href="http://www.cse.dmu.ac.uk/%7Ebb/dg/SelfDefence/Strikes/SelfDefenceStrikes.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;handy tips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more. Microsoft has &lt;a href="http://www.start.com/3/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;their answer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to Google's start page. It's nice, I guess. Try it out and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 1:44AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, two links for my peoples with the liquor in their left hand and the beer in their right. First up is a &lt;a href="http://www.droogle.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;search engine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that lets you search for a recipe based on a specific alcohol. It's still in Beta form, so it might not be entirely accurate. Second is a &lt;a href="http://www.cocktaildb.com/mixilator/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;website&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that tells you what cocktail is best for a specified event. You get to enter in the circumstances and it'll do the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112322126190433435?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112322126190433435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112322126190433435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112322126190433435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112322126190433435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/546.html' title='546'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112312831879017671</id><published>2005-08-03T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:06:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>545</title><content type='html'>I will usually try to post 2 or more times a day, but right now I am tired and my stomach feels like it's going through a meat grinder. I'll keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some basketball &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=2123563"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;news&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Blazers waive Derek Anderson. I guess that was expected. But they also waived Nick Van Exel. I would love to see him back in a Mavs uniform. I don't want to see him in a Rockets uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're into hockey, then know that Mike Modano agreed to a five-year &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nhl/news/story?id=2123609"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;contract&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the Dallas Stars. I remember rooting for them the year they won the Stanley Cup. I also remember that Pizza Hut was having a deal where you buy a pizza and then you could buy a Dallas Stars hockey stick. We bought three, but I broke one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/story/0,3604,1542136,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time Warner, even though my cable service is provided by them. Their employees are the least competent of any ISP, by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas to &lt;a href="http://english.people.com.cn/200508/04/eng20050804_200212.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;merge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Reebok? Eh, I don't wear either of their shoes anyway. (AND1 or Nike for me. Oh crap! T-Macs are made by Adidas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if there's any song you should check out, it's Audioslave's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#1 Zero&lt;/span&gt;. Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/audioslave/1zero.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;link&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112312831879017671?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112312831879017671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112312831879017671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112312831879017671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112312831879017671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/545.html' title='545'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112310078178101812</id><published>2005-08-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:17:16.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>544</title><content type='html'>My favorite sports radio station is now doing podcasts. That's right, 1310AM &lt;a href="http://www.theticket.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Ticket&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can be found on iTunes. Just click "Ticket Podcast" on the left. All they produce is the Daily Ticket Top Ten. If you don't know, it consists of the top ten moments of the day condensed into one hour. Usually very funny. (Oh, I just checked it out and it seems to just be the best bit of the day. Still, that's the best part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://jobsearch.monster.com/getjob.asp?JobID=32649630&amp;WT.mc_n=MKT000125"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has my interest! Just another reason why Seattle is soooo attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like UT finally has a &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050803/ap_on_hi_te/dating_spam;_ylt=AmYhPA50lE2UR4M0I0eWRe0jtBAF;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;reason&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to dance around in circles while throwing money into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I don't like MySpace anyway. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/fox_in_myspace;_ylt=ApMO.4QCcO2DjtmCdqHxYfMjtBAF;_ylu=X3oDMTBiMW04NW9mBHNlYwMlJVRPUCUl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just gives me another reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Simply amazing. I don't like kids very much, but &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/food/4804566/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112310078178101812?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112310078178101812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112310078178101812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112310078178101812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112310078178101812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/544.html' title='544'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112304256158384642</id><published>2005-08-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:02:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>543</title><content type='html'>So, the NBA was "rocked" by the biggest &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=2122976"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;trade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ever. Big deal. There weren't any big names. Antoine Walker was the biggest name on that list, and he sucks. Pat Riley says, "He is able to handle the ball, pass it, make plays, shoot 3's and rebound the ball. There isn't anyone in this league better at doing that." Is he able to do those things? Yes. Will he do those things with consistency? No. And as far as the last sentence goes, well, Riley must have a good supplier. Especially to pay Shaq $100 million over 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Bice &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.msn.com/music/article.aspx?news=197842"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;broke his foot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while doing a concert. He blames it on his change of shoes. What can I possibly say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://www.totse.com/en/bad_ideas/irresponsible_activities/ahowtoonvendin173380.html%20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is nice! I don't carry change, so this type of how-to really benefits me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have tried 3 times now to upload the newest podcast, but apparently Ourmedia.org still sucks. I don't know what I'll do yet. I'll try one more time before I go to sleep but that's it. I might have to find another server. Oh, wait. It's up now. Just now. Why the hell did it take so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you use &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Skype&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, there's a new VoIP program out there called &lt;a href="http://www.gizmoproject.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gizmo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They showed it off on &lt;a href="http://www.g4tv.com/attackoftheshow/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Attack of the Show&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it led to some funny moments. It is absolutely free with no adware or spyware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112304256158384642?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112304256158384642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112304256158384642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112304256158384642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112304256158384642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/543.html' title='543'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112301851056744232</id><published>2005-08-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:18:19.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>542</title><content type='html'>I use Ourmedia.org to host my podcasts and they absolutely suck right now. I'm going to try to upload it one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's something interesting about Netflix. If you rent movies like crazy, they will slow down the whole process so you get fewer movies. They won't ship them right away, or they won't update the database when you return a video. They do this to save money and help out customers who do not rent as much. I never trusted these types of services anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, &lt;a href="http://thedamnblog.com/index.php?y=2005&amp;m=07&amp;amp;d=31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is why I hate elevators. I don't like the idea that an elevator can be "hacked" to do things it should not normally do. I don't like elevators at all. I just get a weird feeling when I step into an elevator. I think to myself, "This could be the last time I step into one of these deathtraps." I'll take the stairs most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Apple released a new 2-button &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/mightymouse/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mouse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It even has a weird peg sticking up through the center. Could be neat, but not with the name, "Mighty Mouse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112301851056744232?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112301851056744232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112301851056744232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112301851056744232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112301851056744232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/542.html' title='542'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112296001749414335</id><published>2005-08-02T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:55:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>541</title><content type='html'>On Systm Episode 3, Kevin Rose and his crew go over how to make a high-end A/V cable. I would definitely consider this the second best vidcast of the three. What a ranking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in order to make these cables, you're going to need experience with solder and wire crimping. Oh, and more than $20. Hell, the solder gun alone will probably set you back $30. Most of the supplies you can find at Radioshack, but the best tools are found in specialty stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, for those of you interested, here is a &lt;a href="http://revision3.com/systm/avcabling/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;link&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't &lt;a href="http://www.bustymousepads.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;these&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; interesting? I know some people who could really use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is up with &lt;a href="http://www.wboc.com/Global/story.asp?S=3653007&amp;nav=MXEFcglk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 187, 221);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Notice that the first priority is to get the tax, and the second priority is to keep kids away from pornography. "In addition to the fund,..." Money first, morals second. Isn't 25% just a little much? And don't most people just download it for free with torrents or P2P networks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and one more. If you hate Best Buy, this &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuysux.org/index1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;site&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is for you. Just click 'Employee' or 'Customer' on the left and you'll get plenty of stories about incompetence gone wild at the yellow tag store. (Personally, I prefer Fry's.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112296001749414335?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112296001749414335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112296001749414335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112296001749414335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112296001749414335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/541.html' title='541'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112295731171070324</id><published>2005-08-01T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:40:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>540</title><content type='html'>I'm going to get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change the world. I want to have a positive impact on everyone I meet. I want to be the guy that everyone can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just unrealistic right now. So screw everyone. Why should I care? I should just focus on myself and do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I'm not going to post about myself or my day or whatever. I'm going to write about the things that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would start a new blog and just have both going, but I know I wouldn't write in both. I would end up forgetting about the other, much like my uncensored blog, or my original moblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it all starts with the next post. Maybe I'll do that tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112295731171070324?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112295731171070324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112295731171070324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112295731171070324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112295731171070324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/08/540.html' title='540'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112286861234914782</id><published>2005-07-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:56:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>539</title><content type='html'>Now I have a headache. And my tummy hurts. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't know what to do anymore. I mean, besides the obvious. Of course I'll go to class tomorrow and the day after and what not. I'm talking about things I do now. I don't know why, but I feel like I could do so much more with what's around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this blog, and there's plenty of things to talk about. But then I don't want to keep talking about myself. And I don't want to just write about sports, or just write about technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only talk about myself so many ways. Besides, the newest podcast will give all listeners a better perspective of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, screw it. I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112286861234914782?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112286861234914782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112286861234914782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112286861234914782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112286861234914782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/539.html' title='539'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112284532031395830</id><published>2005-07-31T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:28:40.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>538</title><content type='html'>I haven't even started on the editing for the latest podcast. I don't know if I will edit it. I might just leave it as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, most of yesterday sucked. I ended up punching a door and now I have some weird looking scrapes across my knuckles. Burned like hell last night. And in the shower this morning. I thought I might have broken a blood vessel like I did a couple of years ago. But nothing really formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is sucking also. I'm a bit bored and I don't know what to do. I want to build something, or put something together at least. I don't have any projects though. I guess I could clean my room. Eh, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: None&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112284532031395830?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112284532031395830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112284532031395830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112284532031395830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112284532031395830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/538.html' title='538'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112266913804726927</id><published>2005-07-29T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:17:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>537</title><content type='html'>The newest podcast has been recorded. Well, the vocals are. I still have to add in the background music and such. But this recording is about 42 minutes long. That means I'll have to break it down into 3 or 4 sections. This might take a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So either way, I think we're going to try to play ball. If not, I don't know what we'll do to kill time. But yea, I'm gonna play some NCAA 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: None yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112266913804726927?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112266913804726927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112266913804726927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112266913804726927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112266913804726927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/537.html' title='537'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112260283445868435</id><published>2005-07-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T19:07:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>536</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not in hot water yet. In fact, I feel just a bit relieved. Next semester will be tough, but it's nothing I can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my homework assignment, so I am officially free from right now to Sunday night. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions about my blog are more than welcome. I don't know if the layout is good, bad, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until later tonight, I'm going to relax as much as possible. I might go to the store and treat myself to ice cream or candy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deftones - Digital Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112260283445868435?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112260283445868435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112260283445868435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112260283445868435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112260283445868435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/536.html' title='536'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112253704231359839</id><published>2005-07-28T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:50:42.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>535</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's 2:29AM and I'm posting. Yes, there is a TA session tomorrow morning. No, I will not be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people that know what's up are my parents, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt;. The problem is...well, I'm actually embarassed by it. That's why I haven't mentioned it on this blog at all. But it's also something that should have never came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep it simple. It's all about how UT is screwing me more and more. And it's all about how much I hate UT for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I acted on instinct alone, I would be talking about where I'm going to transfer to. But I don't act on only my instincts. I'm almost done here. I've put in too much time to get my degree elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I can feel my stomach growing new holes. My left eye was twitching all of yesterday. I just can't smile anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a solution, but time is running out. I have options, but I want only the best options. I know that I do the right thing a majority of the time. My parents have faith in me. So it'll all work out, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll either be saved tomorrow afternoon or forced to look for another way. No matter what, I'm going to enjoy this weekend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; is going to be here, and I'm not going to let something bring me down. I'm not going to be stressed and depressed this weekend. I'm going to play basketball, maybe drink a little bit, and have fun with my podcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've searched online for an answer, but I don't know if any of them are legit. I think I'm not allowed to use music during my podcast. Well, the music I've used, like Queens of the Stone Age, Audioslave, and such. But then I also notice some other people doing it. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm finally going to sleep. I'll post tomorrow about what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radiohead - Big Ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112253704231359839?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112253704231359839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112253704231359839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112253704231359839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112253704231359839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/535.html' title='535'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112243654298450330</id><published>2005-07-26T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:45:24.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>534</title><content type='html'>That's right. Instead of adding on to the previous post, I'm just going to start a new one. I figure it will be easier to keep up with this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I used today wisely just as I did yesterday. I played around with CSS, wrote a small program in Java, had a 30-minute nap, watched my shows, and then called my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I'm still trying to decide whether I should add anything else or leave it alone for now. I need to get a cool podcast link up, but I don't want to do that until I actually create another podcast. I had topics recorded and all, but then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; did something that contradicts what I said in the recordings. So, I'm just going to start over. I don't know when exactly. Thursday night? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know I've mentioned high school more than enough, but it's sticking with me right now. On my way to campus, I listen to Audioslave, Nine Inch Nails, and Queens of the Stone Age. None of the songs existed during my high school years. Yet, for some reason, Some of the songs remind me of the bus rides to and from football games. Especially Audioslave's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadow On The Sun. &lt;/span&gt;I don't know why. And it might not even have anything to do with the music. It could just be the fact that I am sitting in a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I don't have much else that I can think of. I'm going to sign on to AIM, put my away message up, and then go to sleep. My stomach is a little upset anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radiohead - Scatterbrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112243654298450330?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112243654298450330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112243654298450330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112243654298450330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112243654298450330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/534.html' title='534'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112240474642857776</id><published>2005-07-26T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:31:36.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>533</title><content type='html'>Yea, the blog is slowly evolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are Google Ads to the left, and a cool little moblog thing to the right. Wait, this template has two sidebars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and decided to learn how to alter CSS templates. I read that over half of all internet users have a screen resolution of 1024 x 768, so my old format wasn't taking full advantage of that. When I got home from class today, I sat down at my computer, checked out some other blogs, and then modified my template with what I learned. I feel much happier now. This is my blog. I created it. Sort of. I only modified the template. I didn't build it from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it is now time for a nap. Will post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112240474642857776?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112240474642857776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112240474642857776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112240474642857776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112240474642857776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/533.html' title='533'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112233678011360488</id><published>2005-07-25T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:00:38.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>532</title><content type='html'>Sitemeter sucks! I'm switching to Stat Counter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll post again later tonight. I have an idea I want to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 11:37PM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost made the most out of today. I think I used this day wisely. 2-hour nap, watched my shows, broke some stuff. A fun-filled day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. I mentioned that I played basketball with my bro and my dad yesterday. I didn't mention that my dad tried to do a spin move. He must have thought he was still in his 20s. Well, it didn't work out too well and he ended up just tossing the ball into the air and falling to the ground. He said his foot hurt, so we stopped for a minute. He walked it off, but slowed down a bit afterwards. I told him to just stay by the paint and I would defend my bro. We finished the game and went home, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning he woke up and called in sick to work. My mom also called in sick. They weren't sick, it's just that my dad wanted to go to the hospital. So, he gets an X-ray and the doctor tells him that a tendon is out of place. It's supposed to be under the heel, but it isn't. We don't know if it is torn yet or not. He will go in for an MRI on Friday. I've already told my mom that if I need to come down right away, I can be there for a week. I'm sure my prof would let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the doctor also showed him that he broke his ankle a while back but didn't realize it. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I say that my tolerance for pain is abnormally high, it can't be as high as my dad's. Amazing really. Although, I did break my right arm without shedding a tear. Happened while I was playing basketball. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else? Oh, if you haven't heard of &lt;a href="http://www.konfabulator.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Konfabulator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you should check it out. It is a program that lets you use little tools that do little things. One checks the weather, another acts as a picture frame, it's kind of cool. You can also create your own 'widgets.' So, since it is all based on Javascript, I better learn that language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have an idea, but I'll save it for some other time. I think I'm going to take apart this cordless phone and see what I can do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Everybody Knows That You Are Insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112233678011360488?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112233678011360488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112233678011360488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112233678011360488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112233678011360488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/532.html' title='532'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112226974594722646</id><published>2005-07-24T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:17:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>531</title><content type='html'>I want to post. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't think of one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cool dream last night. I remember because I woke up and said to myself, "Wow, that was awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't remember what happened in my dream. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on staying up for a while. I feel like I should be at that point where if I get 4 hours of sleep, I should be happy. But then I realize that in order for me to stay up past 1AM, something has to grab my attention. Well, guess what? Nights have become boring. I find myself reading the same blog multiple times from beginning to end. I'll read every post and try to discover the hidden meaning, intentionally put there or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read other people's writings. Especially if it is handwritten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back in high school, the thing was to pass notes with your friends of the opposite sex. And while some guys would crumple them up and throw them away, I preserved each one. I don't mean to sound obsessive, it's just that if someone writes something and then does the opposite, I can show proof that they are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still have some notes from back then. I'd estimate that the entire catalog contains over 100 pages of notebook paper. Maybe 200. Well, I read some of them to refresh my mind of what I was like in high school. It didn't work. The only thing I remembered was what my friends were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my collection is short about 50 pages. That's because I cut up those notes. The second I decided to move on, I thought the best thing to do was destroy everything that reminded me of her. But it is something I regret now. I want to read those notes again, just so I can learn the intricacies of her handwriting. Things like, "Oh, when she crosses her 'f' it goes upward." Ah, it is too late though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one other thing. Have you ever watched some sport and you heard an announcer say, "It's as if time slows down for him?" Well, it does happen. I know what they mean now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm a good basketball player. I don't light up the courts very often. But I played this afternoon against my bro and my dad. I made them say 'wow' a couple of times. But when we were done and we went home, I headed straight for my room. I put on my music, but something felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each song sounded like it was slow, just by a bit. They didn't sound normal at all. At first, I thought it was just my computer or my sound card. So I turned it off and listened to my iPod Shuffle. But I noticed it there also. And it really freaked me out. So I jumped in the shower and tried to just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 7 hours later, and I just put my music on. It sounds normal. It sounds like the right tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what the announcer is talking about. Time slowing down for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I created a new moblog for my cell phone pics. Still that link to the right. It's easier than doing it through blogger. (Oh, and I have a forward to send out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time for bed. I guess I did have more than one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deftones - Teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112226974594722646?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112226974594722646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112226974594722646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112226974594722646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112226974594722646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/531.html' title='531'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112210579413941734</id><published>2005-07-23T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T01:18:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>530</title><content type='html'>Alright. Yesterday was Friday. Always a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over on the section titled, "My Links," there is a link to the blog of Kevin Pereira. He is a host on Attack of the Show. Well, while the hosts drink on air every now and then, they are not allowed to drop f-bombs and s-bombs. So, earlier tonight, Kevin set up a streaming video broadcast from his apartment and talked about certain issues. He completely let loose with words I had never heard before. In fact, some of these are going to be in my vocabulary from now on. Highlight the next few spaces to read one of them: &lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;fucktard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and now that I've finally figured out what color to make words if I want them to be hidden, I'll have more fun than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started on editing my podcast. In fact, I haven't started on my homework either. It's due in 14 hours, and about 8 of those are going to be used for sleep. Eh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(17, 51, 85);"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; it. If it's done by 5PM, then awesome. Otherwise, I'll turn it in late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of podcast, I've found some new music to throw in there. Warning: It will be offensive in more than one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it for today. It's late and I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Perfect Circle - The Hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112210579413941734?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112210579413941734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112210579413941734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112210579413941734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112210579413941734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/530.html' title='530'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112201101641912892</id><published>2005-07-21T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:11:55.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>529</title><content type='html'>So, it's past midnight and I'm awake. Know why? 'Cause I don't have class tomorrow! Hell yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm creating a podcast sometime tonight as well. Crap, I just remembered that I have a program due tomorrow. No sleep for me tonight. (Naw, I'll sleep eventually. I'll put off my program until tomorrow afternoon, because I like to procrastinate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to do laundry. I'll do that tomorrow also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, and the family is coming down on Saturday. That means I have to clean the bathroom and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am not looking forward to tomorrow now. But that's ok, because when do I ever look forward to the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll type what I said for my recording earlier today. I need to practice on the courts sometime before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; gets here. I also need to figure out what drinks I'm going to want on my special day. Back in high school, during physics, it was amaretto with orange juice or apple juice. (Because I want to sound smart in front of my bartender friend, amaretto with orange juice is called a Boccie Ball. I don't like Club Soda. And a Boccie Ball is the name of the ball used for lawn bowling. I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, that was my nickname. The "Bartender." You name some type of liquor and I'll recommend a certain drink on the spot. Although, in my old age I have forgotten plenty. But that also means that when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; introduces me to people, he can say, "This guy has forgotten more about liquor than you'll ever know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I want a drink. But I'm holding off. 23 months and 1 week without a drop. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, as long as I don't get squirted with a water gun or something, I'll be happy. Oh, and as long as I don't have to dance. I can't dance. There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. I am looking for new links to put in the "My Links" section. So if you want me to check out your blog, or web site, or that of someone you know, email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 12:57AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh! Nine Inch Nails with Queens of the Stone Age, October 17th, in Dallas, at the AAC. I better get tickets the second I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Perfect Circle - Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112201101641912892?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112201101641912892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112201101641912892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112201101641912892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112201101641912892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/529.html' title='529'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112191839928448112</id><published>2005-07-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:59:59.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>528</title><content type='html'>1 more month...1 more month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, if you don't want to hear a rant, then you should probably leave. But there's something that's been bothering me for quite some time. And it has to do with AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use MSN Messenger or Yahoo! Messenger, then you will always know who has added you to their buddy list. But if you use AIM, some guy in the 'pokey' could add you and you wouldn't know it. Why is this? Why does AIM suck like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been searching online for whatever code there is for AIM. Does it run on Java? C++? What language? And I have been unsuccessful in my search. I have learned very little about AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am trying to learn the basic structure of AIM is because I want to know whose buddy list I am on. Then I want to know who they are, if I don't already. Sounds like a simple task, but no, AOL makes another piece of software that has no concern for your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, AOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I am about to go to bed because I have a test tomorrow morning. And then I have to go to the Tuition Office about some mistake they made. This is going to suck. I hate dealing with people. I hate almost all of the UT Administration. Well, at least the ones that don't give any help. If I send an email to my financial aid counselor, it may take 3 days before I get a response. It may also take an infinite amount of time, as was the case for my first email earlier this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I promised a podcast at some point during this week, but I'm not sure that it will happen. I record my best work when I have the place to myself. But that hasn't been the case lately. Once I can be as loud as I want and say any word I please, I'll hit the record button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's all of it. I've got a big bag of nothin' right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audioslave - Drown Me Slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112191839928448112?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112191839928448112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112191839928448112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112191839928448112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112191839928448112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/528.html' title='528'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112183728456128553</id><published>2005-07-19T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:27:32.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>527</title><content type='html'>Same old stuff, same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class. The prof called on me 3 or 4 times. I answered correctly each time. Made me feel like a big nerd. But then I looked around the class and realized that I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being nerdy, I have about 8 different blogs that I keep a track of with Firefox and Sage. If you don't have Sage, you should think about getting it. It's free. It checks all of your favorite blogs and tells you which ones have been updated. Either way, usually just one or two blogs have new content. Well, I guess tonight is special. 4 out of the 8 have new stuff. Makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching around for podcasts on iTunes. The only 2 that I subscribe to are Diggnation and This Week In Tech. I'm looking for something like comments on today's issues but by someone who thinks like me. Ha! I keep telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; that he should make his own podcasts. I think he would be great at it, especially with the radio background and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I don't have much else to report. Think I'm gonna sleep and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. One more thing. I probably won't be posting tomorrow night, seeing as how I have a test the next morning. Yes! A test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;FBombAndy&lt;/span&gt; mutters dirty words as he walks off stage. Cue curtains.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Perfect Circle - When The Levee Breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112183728456128553?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112183728456128553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112183728456128553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112183728456128553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112183728456128553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/527.html' title='527'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112174788306963400</id><published>2005-07-18T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:38:03.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>526</title><content type='html'>So, how about a recap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right index finger is messed up. It's probably a ligament issue, but because it's a finger, I'm not about to go to the hospital. Just know that there is visible swelling. And it's been like that for a few months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this afternoon, I accidentally cut my left index finger. On a broken glass. Nice, huh? When it happened, I knew it was more than a scratch. When I looked at it, I realized that it was deep. Hospital-worthy injury? No. I washed it out, wrapped some tissue around it, and went back to whatever it was that I was doing at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my index fingers suck now. And I point with those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, today was boring. We spent the entire class talking about how data goes from the keyboard to the computer to the monitor. Woo-hoo. That was real fun. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; and I went to a fancy IHOP. I did the usual pancakes and eggs thing. Boysenberry syrup isn't too bad, but you can't break me away from sweet, sweet blueberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; might tag along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; and I when I turn 21. That would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through my phonebook on my phone. I deleted some numbers. And I don't answer the phone if I don't recognize the number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this morning was very interesting. It all started with a dream. And in that dream was someone I had a thing for way back when. And from the time I woke up, it all went downhill. I didn't move at all once I got on the bus, not even to check out any hot chics that were walking through downtown. I spent the entire 30-minute ride wishing I could go back in time. Oh, and the next 30 minutes leading up to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those that say high school should be forgotten. In fact, I'm one of the people who say there's no use thinking about the past. But I kept wanting to go back to 4 years ago. And that would mean the summer before my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought about what I would give up to go back in time. My soul? No. But almost anything else? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I think I'm going to lay down and reminisce some more. Put on the music I enjoyed back then. The music I have fond memories attached to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audioslave - Yesterday To Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112174788306963400?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112174788306963400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112174788306963400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112174788306963400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112174788306963400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/526.html' title='526'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112166018870669406</id><published>2005-07-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:59:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>525</title><content type='html'>Alright. I am officially pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried out the winning template (see previous post), but it doesn't look right. For the first post, it has a bunch of space between the end of the post and the time. It works fine for every post afterwards though. All I can say is that I am disappointed and I want to shoot whoever made that crappy template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings me to another topic. It's time I learn Javascript and CSS. I'm tired of having to rely on other people to create designs for me. Screw them. I'm not waiting around any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to play basketball today, but as soon as I was dressed and ready, it started raining. It's amazing really. Austin goes for weeks without rain, and the one day I put on my basketball clothes, it starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally given up on the idea that everything will fall into place eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm going to get seriously plastered when I turn 21. I've never been drunk before. Maybe it's time to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Drink your troubles away.' Doesn't sound half-bad right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Massive Attack - Future Proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112166018870669406?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112166018870669406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112166018870669406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112166018870669406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112166018870669406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/525.html' title='525'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112155151520284783</id><published>2005-07-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T16:22:12.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>524</title><content type='html'>I want to change the template I use. So, how about a vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ice-bubble.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="http://kubrick-for-blogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 6:13PM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my podcast is now available through iTunes. So, if you have Version 4.9, then go subscribe. You can also find my podcast through &lt;a href="http://www.odeo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Odeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at this &lt;a href="http://www.odeo.com/channel/6073/view"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They have a built-in player so you can listen to my work through their site. I'm not sure if you still need a high-speed internet connection or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Perfect Circle - Freedom Of Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112155151520284783?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112155151520284783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112155151520284783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112155151520284783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112155151520284783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/524.html' title='524'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112149971723604495</id><published>2005-07-16T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:42:19.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>523</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tool - Lateralus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112149971723604495?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112149971723604495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112149971723604495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112149971723604495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112149971723604495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/523.html' title='523'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112132184636873785</id><published>2005-07-13T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:26:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>522</title><content type='html'>Something hit me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus, on my way back home from class. I watched the road go by and thought about everything I could remember. And honestly, that isn't much. But I do remember little things from elementary school and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when the teachers spotted it. I didn't turn in my homework. I just didn't like doing work of any kind when I was at home. There were so many other fun things to do. Somehow I managed to get exceptional grades on every test. For the most part, I was well-behaved. Every now and then I would get into trouble for talking during class. Only twice was I sent to the principal's office, and both of those times were truly misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was in 2nd or 3rd grade that my parents spoke with my teachers. They came to the conclusion that I was gifted or something. So, I was signed up for crappy alternative classes. They were at a different school and it was only once a week. I stopped going. I would make excuses up. Unless there was a cool field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In middle school, I was signed up for GT classes. The 'Gifted and Talented' program. Whatever. I hated English, so I didn't do my work in there. And I got kicked out. For some reason, I feel that was a great point in my life. I realized that if I didn't want to be there, they couldn't make me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved science and math. So I did just enough work to stay in those classes. I would look at my current grades on homework and tests, and then figure out what the least amount of work was necessary to get an 'A' or 'B.' I just did the bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I almost got back into Honors English. But no, there were schedule conflicts. Oh well. I went through high school using half of my ass and doing just well enough. I have witnesses that will tell you about my naps during class, my drinking during class, my drawings, my plays, anything but doing work. I would miss at least a day every week. And just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting on the bus and trying to figure out why I acted this way. Why hold back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a basketball analogy is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I played ball with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; the second time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; got onto me for not playing defense. He said that 'I sucked at defense.' So I told him that 'I play defense when I want to.' He didn't believe me. So the next time my bro got the ball, I shut him down. I swatted his shot and made it look easy. Then I explained to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; that I truly play my best offense when I want to. So he tried playing defense on me, I dribbled circles around him, and then knocked down a shot. I proved my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only give 100% effort when I feel like it. And that's not very often. That's what hit me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I'm like this. I can't think of any one person who has seen me go all out for something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was the 13th. 23 months without a drink. I plan to go 2 years and a week. Then I'll try it all again. Maybe it's the one thing that can set me free. I'm not kidding either. I'm a different person when there's a drop of alcohol in my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, people tell you that being smart is a gift. But if I could give this 'gift' to anyone else, I would. I would rather be in the middle, average, normal, etc. But I guess that all breaks down to my little martyr-complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audioslave - The Worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112132184636873785?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112132184636873785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112132184636873785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112132184636873785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112132184636873785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/522.html' title='522'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112113928107855213</id><published>2005-07-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:26:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>521</title><content type='html'>About 5 years ago, I had a conversation with one of my exes. I forgot what I said, but that doesn't matter. It's what she said afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes when I'm talking with you, I feel so dumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sentence has stuck with me since. Now, I think before I even mention something that might relate to physics, math, or whatever. If it isn't normal, relaxed speech, I probably won't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I went on my last post, talking about math and crap. And this is my fault. I'm not out to prove that I'm smart or anything like that. I'm not trying to say that I break down math equations when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. It won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audioslave - Heaven's Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112113928107855213?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112113928107855213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112113928107855213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112113928107855213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112113928107855213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/521.html' title='521'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112111570619333512</id><published>2005-07-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:01:46.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>520</title><content type='html'>Alright. I haven't posted in a while. But I'm bored right now. So, I saw this little number trick and I decided to dissect it. Why? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Start with the first three digits of your phone number.  (Do not use the area code.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiply that number by 80.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiply by 250.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add the last four digits of your phone number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add the last four digits of your phone number again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subtract 250.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Divide number by 2.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;Why does this work? Let me show you the formula. X = the first three digits and Y = the last four digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Base]&lt;br /&gt;(250 (80 * x + 1) - 250 + 2y)  / 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Distribute 250]&lt;br /&gt;= (250 * 80 * x) + (250 * 1) - 250 + 2y)  / 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[250 * 1 = 250]&lt;br /&gt;= (80 * 250 * x) + 250 - 250 + 2y)  / 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[250 - 250 = 0]&lt;br /&gt;= (80 * (250 * x + 2 * y)) / 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Divide both terms by 2]&lt;br /&gt;= 40 * (250 * x) + y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40 * 250 = 10000]&lt;br /&gt;= (10000 * x) + y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so clever now, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - The Line Begins To Blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112111570619333512?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112111570619333512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112111570619333512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112111570619333512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112111570619333512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/520.html' title='520'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112088428534030318</id><published>2005-07-08T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:44:45.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>519</title><content type='html'>Holy friggin' ass! 4 posts are missing! 515, 516, 517, and 518!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. According to blogger's counting, this is actually post 519. A while back they quit counting because it wasn't working well. I guess it's working now. So I was off by 4. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a commercial for Aspercreme. Their slogan is "You bet your sweet Aspercreme." I just saw it 3 minutes ago, and I couldn't believe it at first. When they said it a third time, I just had to laugh. Good slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: None yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112088428534030318?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112088428534030318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112088428534030318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112088428534030318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112088428534030318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/519.html' title='519'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112079877488646870</id><published>2005-07-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:49:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>514</title><content type='html'>Uploading my podcast as I type this. Will write more in just a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 12:37AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I had to do some special tricks, but the newest podcast is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a final tomorrow from 2PM to 5PM. I'm hoping that it won't take all 3 hours, but I don't know. Also, I don't have class before it, so that means I don't have to wake up early. This is good and all, but I'll probably wake up at 10AM to get on campus with time to study. That's right, I'll study for an hour or so, and then take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, not much happened today. It rained. And the temperature dropped to 73. That was nice. I even caught some video footage of lightning. I hope it rains again this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my aunts and some others are coming to Austin on the 18th. I'm dreading it already. But it will only be for a few days, so I'm hoping I'll survive. My plan is to just stay in my room for as long as possible. I might even get a mini-fridge and stock up. That seems like the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's right. I'm avoiding family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it's time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Perfect Circle - Passive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112079877488646870?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112079877488646870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112079877488646870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112079877488646870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112079877488646870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/514.html' title='514'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112068287898214128</id><published>2005-07-06T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:20:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>513</title><content type='html'>Editing a podcast right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 10:12PM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm sorry to get your hopes up. I still have to add in the background music, drops, and such. Something came up this afternoon that I had to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was supposed to have a presentation today. But my topic was stolen by one of my classmates. When I told the professor, he said that I could half-ass a different topic. So yea, I've chosen one. But I still have to prove the theorems and write a summary. This means I have to go to campus early tomorrow morning and go to the library. The library! That sucks ass! I hate books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I could stay up and produce a nice podcast, I think I won't. I'm low on sleep and I need to get up early. So, this means I'll be asleep by 11PM. Most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're interested, Episode #5 will contain the subjects of AIM, relationships, CS 336, and whatever I posted about recently. It will be in the range of 14 to 17 minutes. I know, quite long. 128 kbps or 96kbps? Quality or quick download? Because if I go with 96kbps, the overall file will be about 13MB. On cable or DSL, that's not bad. But if you're on dial-up, I'm sorry. My only other option is to cut it into two podcasts. That would mean recording an ending and such, which would push the release to Friday at the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Screw it. Huge file it is. So either way, tomorrow is Thursday, and that makes me happy. Because then it's almost Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112068287898214128?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112068287898214128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112068287898214128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112068287898214128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112068287898214128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/513.html' title='513'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112062294284481190</id><published>2005-07-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:21:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>512</title><content type='html'>So, I stayed up last night to finish my presentation, the one that I was to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, we ran out of time. So, I get to try again tomorrow. I stayed up late for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; is getting married tomorrow, so everyone better send their best wishes. (&lt;a href="http://www.rowdielou.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I'm bored. I think I'm going to sleep or something. Sorry, I just don't have much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing. I just can't think of anything for my podcast. Submit questions, topics, anything. If you want to hear it, I will say it. Seriously, anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Little Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112062294284481190?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112062294284481190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112062294284481190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112062294284481190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112062294284481190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/512.html' title='512'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112054091066644205</id><published>2005-07-04T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:25:03.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>511</title><content type='html'>Usually when I'm posting I am also on AIM. Well, not tonight. I realized a couple of hours ago that I have a presenation tomorrow. Tuesday. And I haven't even started. So, for the next 11 or so hours, I will be hard at work. This means not being on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I haven't posted in a few days. I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Time to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 1:20AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished, I think. I'm certain I have an answer, but I do not know if it's the answer I'm supposed to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. OK, not really. I slept until 11AM this morning. So what now? I don't know. But I do know that I've reconsidered my position on talking on the phone. I was sitting on my bed right after I finished, and I realized that my phone is going to be quiet for quite some time. That's no fun. And considering the fact that I have thousands of Rollover minutes, I should really be open to using my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you have my number, call me anytime. Especially between the hours of 10PM and 1159PM. That's when I'm itching to listen. And I really mean this. Besides, some of you out there have soothing voices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm going to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112054091066644205?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112054091066644205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112054091066644205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112054091066644205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112054091066644205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/511.html' title='511'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112036672920474944</id><published>2005-07-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:58:49.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>510</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I played ball earlier today with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; and my bro. Was fun. When I want to score, I do. When I want to play defense, I do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my left quad got weak real quick. It felt like I had just worked out for 5 hours straight or something. I stretched it out and kept playing. Well, I came down with a rebound and immediately called a time out. A sharp pain went from above my left hip all the way down to my left knee. And that's when I lost all of my speed. For the first time, I actually stopped playing because of an injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking up these symptons and I'm not finding good news. It seems that I may have a pinched nerve in either the L3 or L4 vertabrae. If I don't notice improvement by tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to a hospital. And as anyone can tell you, it HAS to be serious for me to consider going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to record a podcast tonight. I dunno, I still might. I'm kind of tired from last night. I went to bed at 4:30AM and woke up around 10:30AM. I want more sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of wishing I had a woman here to give my leg a massage. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radiohead - Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112036672920474944?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112036672920474944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112036672920474944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112036672920474944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112036672920474944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/510.html' title='510'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112028377029604956</id><published>2005-07-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:44:45.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The night ended with an awkward smile, standing with the car door open. As the door closed, all of his fragment thoughts formed – into what is not clear. Was the date really over? That’s it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;She had stood in the doorway with her gorgeous grin for almost ten minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What did she want?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to say something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had asked her if she wanted him to walk her to the door, telling her that he realized how rude he had been on their previous dates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She insisted that it was not necessary, but after the date he pondered the possibility of her wanting him to walk her to the door anyway.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The ten minutes, at some points, seemed like eternity, while at others were nearly nonexistent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did they really talk about how it didn’t feel like dating?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Were they really that comfortable?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had wanted to say something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could hear her start the sentence only to retract it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She declined to finish the statement, even at his persistent requests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little did she know, but he wanted to kiss her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe that was on her mind too?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was that what she wanted to say?&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The drive home was hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thoughts were exponentially multiplying, even when he wasn’t thinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thought he ruined it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew she liked him, but she had admitted that it was weird because it did not feel like a date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She resoundingly told him that she was different than most girls, but even their dates were not normal for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a quiet ride home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He did find out later that night that she liked him, but he still couldn’t figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Written by NOT ME!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112028377029604956?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112028377029604956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112028377029604956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112028377029604956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112028377029604956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/07/special.html' title='Special'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112015802946971685</id><published>2005-06-30T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:39:47.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>508</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, one of the problems I need to fix is my late reaction to a clear signal. And by signal, I mean hint. And by hint, I mean someone of the opposite sex giving inaudible clues of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Erik&lt;/span&gt; and I stopped by Central Market to pick up some barbecue stuff. Well, I bought some gummi bears and bazooka gum. I guess she was fascinated by what I purchased, because she smiled at me when she gave me my receipt. And it wasn't the "I have to smile to all of the customers" smile. It was the "Hey, what's up" smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn me and my slowness. 'Cause she was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 11:13PM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. One more class, one more test. I was planning on taking my basketball clothes with me for afterwards, but I've decided not to. For some reason, I'm really tired right now. And I know that I'll be tired tomorrow afternoon. I don't know what's causing it, but I wish it would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't pieced together a new podcast yet. And I'm not sure when I'll have the proper time to do so. I might just put something to fill the void. If I do, it will be tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I talked about a certain &lt;a href="http://fbombandy.blogspot.com/2005/03/397.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The feeling where you know you're alone in the room, but you don't feel lonely. Well, tonight, I feel alone. And I really shouldn't. I talked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; today. I talked to my old friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Cedric&lt;/span&gt; today also. But at this exact moment, 11:26PM, I feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I wish I could have thought of something interesting to say. Because who knows, I could have been on the phone right now with a really cute chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward when I hit on a chic in front of one of my friends. Well, more specifically, friends that are 6 to 10 years older than me. Oh, and in front of anyone in my family. I mean, when my bro and I go to the store and I see a chic that catches my eye, I do get that instinct to start a conversation. But then I realize that I'm with my brother. I can't operate like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm sure if I was hanging out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;, I'd do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. There I go again. Making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I give up for the night. I'm going to sleep and try to forget everything. That shouldn't be too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radiohead - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulletproof...I Wish I Was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112015802946971685?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112015802946971685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112015802946971685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112015802946971685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112015802946971685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/06/508.html' title='508'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112007772449903520</id><published>2005-06-29T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:09:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>507</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see War of the Worlds. I think this is the best movie I have seen. Ever. Kept me on the edge of my seat and admiring all of the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still hate Tom Cruise. Doesn't deserve Katie Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 11:52PM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I have a test in less than 12 hours. I plan on sleeping for 8 of those 12 hours. That leaves 4 hours to study. Not bad. Except that I just spent 4 hours on the homework that was due yesterday. Yea, no studying for me. Besides, I just have to make a cheat sheet. We're allowed one page of handwritten notes. And lucky for me, my handwriting is both small and neat. I can probably fit all 4 chapters on that one page. All of the important information at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so as you may have noticed, I used the word 'ass' in a previous post (the one right before this one.) And yea, it's the first time I've said it on this blog. I think. But let me get to the point. I was talking with a friend not too long ago, and it was mentioned that the uncensored version has all of the 'good stuff.' So, I'm wondering if I should live up to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I make it a top priority to show great manners. This includes standing up to shake someone's hand, holding the door open for women and the elderly, and not using profanity in the presence of women and children. Also throw in 'excuse me,' 'please,' and 'thank you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, that is only part of what makes 'FBombAndy.' Should I keep my posts PG, or should I hold nothing back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think I'm just doing this for shock value, you might want to think again. As &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; can testify, I am extremely creative with my use of profanity. Especially when I'm really wound up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as the now 22-year old &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; can tell you, I had a very cool backpack once. I drew a picture of a hand on it with white-out. And this hand was showing a world-known symbol. A symbol that draws all of it's meaning from just one finger. That's right. I did it. And I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, before I start reminiscing about the 'good ol' days,' I'm going to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Added on around 12:01AM}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anh&lt;/span&gt; turns 21 Thursday. Which is today, since it's past midnight. Whatever. 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Moment: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - All the Love in the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670469-112007772449903520?l=fbomb2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/feeds/112007772449903520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670469&amp;postID=112007772449903520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112007772449903520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670469/posts/default/112007772449903520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbomb2.blogspot.com/2005/06/507.html' title='507'/><author><name>FBombAndy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670469.post-112002059750927674</id><published>2005-06-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:49:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>506</title><content type='html'>First, I'd like to direct everyone's attention to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt;. In about 27 minutes, he's going to add another year to his age. Feels like just yesterday that he was celebrating 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, 1 month and 22 days. Then I'll be celebrating 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test on Thursday. Then I have a test on Friday. This means that I should be studying my ass off right now. But, as you can tell, I am not. I do not believe in studying. I probably should look into it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm really looking forward to is my mom coming down this weekend. Not only do I get to tell her all about what stresses me out, but I get my receiver back! I miss listening to my music through something other than crappy computer speakers and some clunky headphones. The headphones are OK, but for the audiophile within, I need something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something rare happened today. I got a call from my sis! I haven't talked to her in quite a long time. But it was a good conversation. And she really gave me good advice. I am very proud of her because she is so successful She is married, just bought a home, and works for Siemens. From what I understand, she handles international transactions for them. I'll have to confirm this, but it's what I've been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of adding my podcast to iTunes. If you haven't heard, iTunes 4.9 was released earlier today. The big thing about it is the new directory of podcasts. So, I went and added mine. Apparently they review it first, but I don't see any reason why mine shouldn't be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I don't have much else to report. 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