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  <updated>2008-04-22T23:02:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tuber_x:59410</id>
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    <title>What music has stood the test of time?</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T23:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T23:02:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What album do you think has stood the test of time?  After many years, still you think is amazing?  (I mean whole album, not just a couple of songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first thought, I think for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portishead - Dummy&lt;br /&gt;Frank Black - Teenager of the Year&lt;br /&gt;Bongwater - Power of Pussy&lt;br /&gt;Camper Van Beethoven - Key Lime Pie&lt;br /&gt;Nina Hagen - Nunsexmonkrock&lt;br /&gt;Massive Attack - Mezzanine&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bungle - California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my waiting list:&lt;br /&gt;Pink Martini - Hang on Little Tomato&lt;br /&gt;Peter Bjorn and John - Writer's Block</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tuber_x:59169</id>
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    <title>Picture I found on the web that I wanted to share</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T01:34:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T01:37:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/0000cg7a/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/0000cg7a/s320x240" width="288" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>4AM</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T10:57:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T10:57:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm addicted to TED.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tuber_x:57657</id>
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    <title>I guess it was to be expected.</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T12:38:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T12:38:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;Eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;You scored 16 Ego, 16 Anxiety,  and 11 Agency!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://panther.is1.okcimg.com/users/646/324/6463248183938708387/mt899894324.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;"Do you know what A means, little Piglet?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No, Eeyore, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It  means  Learning,  it means Education, it means all&lt;br /&gt;the things that you and Pooh haven't got. That's what A means."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh,"  said  Piglet  again.  "I  mean,  does  it?"   he&lt;br /&gt;explained quickly.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm  telling  you.  People come and go in this Forest,&lt;br /&gt;and they say, 'It's only Eeyore, so  it  doesn't  count.'  They&lt;br /&gt;walk to and fro saying 'Ha ha!' But do they know anything about&lt;br /&gt;A?  They  don't.  It's  just  three  sticks to them. But to the&lt;br /&gt;Educated--mark  this,  little  Piglet--to  the  Educated,   not&lt;br /&gt;meaning  Poohs  and Piglets, it's a great and glorious A.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You scored as Eeyore!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ABOUT EEYORE: Eeyore lives in his own thistley corner of the forest and wonders why people don't come to visit him more often. He is master of the Guilt Trip, and is always gently forgiving his visitors for neglecting him. Eeyore considers himself to be smarter than the other inhabitants of the Hundred Acre Wood, and is often exasperated by their habit of having adventures and general merriment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT YOU: You are an anxious person, and you tend to expect the worst. Your friends find you somewhat cynical at times, because you have found that it is best to expect disappointment. You often feel unappreciated by the people you work with, but you rarely actually try and do anything to change that fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Your close friends admire you more than you think they do. They wish that you would learn to stop worrying so much and actually start trying to fix what is bothering you. If something is making you unhappy... change it!&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/7755608336260521742/Deep-and-Meaningful-Winnie-The-Pooh-Character"&gt;The Deep and Meaningful Winnie-The-Pooh Character Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=wolfcaroling"&gt;wolfcaroling&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=wolfcaroling"&gt;View My Profile(wolfcaroling)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Worth a watch - The Presets</title>
    <published>2008-02-11T14:15:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-11T14:15:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Best use of mirror effect ever!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like this song as well, kind of reminds me of late 80's/early 90's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wonder Twins Short</title>
    <published>2007-12-16T12:36:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T12:39:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this two minute short.  It's worth your time.</content>
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    <title>What my bookmarked pages say to the world.</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T02:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T02:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I recently finished a Microbiology class.  I had to complete a case study, where I was presented (on paper) with a real case.  Getting all the information that the doctor would, I had to order tests and determine what microorganism had infected this patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the organisms, I could have gotten.  I received a relatively easy one:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.medicalook.com/diseases_images/hepatitis-b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hepatitis B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a lot of bookmarks on my web browser for Hepatitis B.  Add to this the fact that I bookmarked some "2 girls, one cup" stuff to show Greg.  Anyone looking at my bookmarks would assume that I have a feces obsession that gave me hepatitis.  Quite a little story my bookmarks tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since changed them and now they say that I bank online and am thinking about getting a Tivo.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tuber_x:56303</id>
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    <title>Disgusting things</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T14:12:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-01T14:59:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK, so someone told me about the "2 girls, 1 cup" phenomena.  I guess it has been around for quite a while.  If you don't know about it, let me just say this:  Once you see it, you can't UN-see it.  I don't recommend watching it at all.  Here is a video of some people reacting to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't really bother me that much, but it was pure disgusting and I think it is the most disgusting thing on the Internet (that is still legal).  (Animal cruelty is by far more disgusting as well as many crimes against others).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder, is that it?  Have I reached the bottom of what is disgusting?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed it to Greg and he said, "Why are you showing this to me?"  I just thought it was nice to get it out of the way.  Now you've seen the most disgusting thing there is and you survived it.  Everything else is a piece of cake.  You're welcome little Greg...you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just came in and said that he imagines certain aspects of 2 girls and 1 cup to be fake.  He then said that he has to think that to get through the rest of his life.</content>
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    <title>A Mighty Thirst</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T10:20:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T02:16:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a younger woman come to my blackjack table the other day wearing a T-shirt that read, "It ain't going to lick itself."  Her boyfriend had a T-shirt that read "For Rent: by the hour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately said, "Where's the cocktail waitress?  Get me the cocktail waitress and keep her coming.  I get a mighty thirst going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely prevented myself from saying, "Are you sure you're not confusing thirst with the DT's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is when one of these thirsty people don't get a drink within 2 minutes.  I have to hear about their outrage like I've just personally crushed the head of their puppy.</content>
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    <title>It has something to do with...</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T11:11:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T11:11:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I watched INLAND EMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by far the most enigmatic David Lynch film ever.  There is way too much going on in it to keep your head straight.  At one point, the main character even says something to the effect that time is so screwed up and it is a total mind f**k.  It really is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and reality are concepts absent from this film.  That is the case with Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive as well, but this is 47 times worse (or better, depending on how you look at it).  It reminds me a little bit of the structure of a Maya Deren surrealist film with the ease that is slips from one reality to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, actually, the first hour is pretty much linear, but the next two hours (that's right, it's three hours long) are very much non-linear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I like the film.  I like the subjective puzzle of it.  That's why I like David Lynch films, but this puzzle is damn hard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch it, dear reader, and we can debate.</content>
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    <title>OK, I was totally fooled.</title>
    <published>2007-08-10T00:08:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-10T00:08:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All a recently received e-mail said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your email id won you 250,000,00 pounds and a toyota yaries car. Contact him with your personal information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!  A toyota yaries car!!  I will contact "him" right away.</content>
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    <title>My First Disciplinary Action ever taken at any job</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T12:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T12:53:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Incident Details:  At 9:20 pm on BJ #4 a customer gave you their 24 Karat card which you failed to read and acknowledge the guest by using their name.  This is a violation of Rule #36 Unsatisfactory job performance.  Failure to maintain acceptable standards of quality or quantity of work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do it again, I could be fired.</content>
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    <title>One Blood-Filled Afternoon</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T22:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T22:07:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I decided that I'm getting older and with age comes the need for certain tests.  (Yes, like prostate, thanks for bringing that up.)  Anyway, I was thinking that it is about time that I took a cholesterol test.  Problem is that whenever I get to the doctor, I've always had coffee and you need to be fasting.  Solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/72750/300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?  It's cheap and kind of fun to do such a test at home.  The test has all kinds of time restrictions:  Hold hand down at side for 5 minutes, hold hand down for 30 seconds after sticking, put blood in hole within 3 minutes, wait three minutes but not more than 4, pull tab wait for 15 minutes.   It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stick my finger and to my surprise...no pain whatsoever.  I felt nothing and I was bleeding.  So I go to put blood in the circle of the test and I just have a tiny drop.  Barely enough to even wet the surface.  So, I squeeze and squeeze for another drop.  Unfortunately, the "circle" is concaved, when I touch it with my finger I just spread it around.  I get blood everywhere but in the damn circle.  It's on the table, my shirt, and my hands look like I just killed someone and chopped them into bits.  The damn little circle though is rather pristinely clean, mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/9812/1161030093ffd6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually get it all in and wait the appropriate amount of time and the results are kind of low, 136.  So, they are highly suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this test for an unusual time, but not for accurate results.</content>
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    <title>I just got a scrapbook on live journal.</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T12:56:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T12:56:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got a scrapbook on livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ha ha, the joke is on you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking up space on your friends page quite rudely with pictures I took with a crappy $10 digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took the pictures, it was quite random what would come out.  Sometimes the camera would take the picture and sometimes it would just act like it and there was no view finder.  I loved it, but alas grew tired of its antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00004g80/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00004g80/s320x240" width="293" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/000051x5/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/000051x5/s320x240" width="293" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00002xgf/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00002xgf/s320x240" width="293" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00008z68/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00008z68/s320x240" width="293" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/000072eg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/000072eg/s320x240" width="293" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00006dk5/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tuber_x/pic/00006dk5/s320x240" width="293" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sophistication?</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T13:41:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T13:41:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I don't really do the LJ things like the interests or really much of anything.  Hey, I barely post, but I looked at my interests recently.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackjack, cheese, dvds, eating, food, recipes, sophistication, thinking, writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, things I imagine I did put in there are blackjack, cheese, eating, thinking and maybe writing (although I'm not sure about writing even).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did recipes, food, dvds and sophistication come from?  Sophistication?  That blows my mind.  I would have never put that in there.  There are so many things that can mean for one.  Do I like to use fallacious arguments or am I uppity snob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does LJ have some sort of automatic entry thing, that puts it in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did I really put that there?  What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, whenever I think of the word "sophistication", I always think of a woman drinking a glass of wine from the proper glass.  Oh, and there is always a cheese plate near by.  What do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eagleliquors.com/images/home_page/Woman_Drinking_Wine.jpg" alt="Sophistication" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Miserable Plight of My Big Toe</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T13:24:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T13:24:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I seem to have injured my big toe.  I don't know how, but it hurts and can I can't really bend it.  It feels like it is just poking up and immobile.  I've never really appreciated my big toe, but now that it is in pain, I do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went up to Greg and said, "Look," I held my two big toes together for comparison, "my big toe is swollen."  &lt;br /&gt;He looked down and asked, "which one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?" I was so hurt.  I feel like my one big toe is freakishly bigger.  I personally can never tell when someone has a swollen finger or foot or whatever, so I was quite proud that I could see the swelling. (Oh yeah, I'll make a great nurse).&lt;br /&gt;So Greg says, "Sometimes one side is bigger than the other."  He then begins to flip me off with both fingers.  "See, one of my fingers is bigger than the other."&lt;br /&gt;I cursorily studied them, then dismissed it with a "well, not really".&lt;br /&gt;"No really," he said almost angrily, then flipping me off harder.  "This one is bigger," he moved his right birdie closer.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I could tell quite easily.  One finger was insanely bigger than the other one.  I just didn't want the focus to be on how freakish Greg was, but rather on my big toe's miserable plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dnr.sc.gov/marine/mrri/acechar/specgal/image/photos/fiddler.jpg" alt="Fiddler Crab" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dilbert</title>
    <published>2007-06-24T15:29:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-24T15:29:11Z</updated>
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    <title>Oh god, what did I do.</title>
    <published>2007-06-16T15:56:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-16T15:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm taking a Political Science class online.  My teacher is a complete Limbaugh head and thinks the United States will be destroyed by 2050 because of political correctness.  I was very polite in the post and asked what exactly he meant by political correctness.  I explained that I thought it meant using non-offensive language.  He responded bring up Don Imus (of course).  In my next reply, I went all over the place as you will see and used the word, "nigger".  I figured it was a debate on free speech and that to use "the N word" would be hypocritical of me.  Now that I think about it, they kick people out of school for things like that.  I'm really worried about it, even though, in the long run, I don't care.  Probably at worse it is just a suspension.  Anyway here is my response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, that's a good example.  For some reason, when I originally&lt;br /&gt;was asking, I could only think of Harvard University President Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;Summers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an example that might get your goat.  At my work, a person got&lt;br /&gt;written up for telling blond jokes.  The person, who heard the joke, &lt;br /&gt;wasn't blond, but thought it was offensive to blonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel that our liberties are someone on hold while at work.  Free&lt;br /&gt;speech is gone.  Privacy is invaded with drug testing  (for jobs that do&lt;br /&gt;not involve others' safety).  There are also cases where people are&lt;br /&gt;fired for actions while not at work as well.  The free market is&lt;br /&gt;becoming the new government with the help of our current government as&lt;br /&gt;well.  It was ultimately the free market that fired Imus, not the&lt;br /&gt;government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that people should say what they want at work as long as&lt;br /&gt;the person offended is able to respond as they want as well.  However, I&lt;br /&gt;must admit, a restriction of offensiveness at work has been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extreme example at my work (as a dealer) again is when a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;was dealing to a high limit player that was losing.  The player&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly called her a "nigger".  If she responded "appropriately", she&lt;br /&gt;would have probably suffered a "write-up" or been fired.  Also, an&lt;br /&gt;employee saying this word would surely be fired.  In this case, they&lt;br /&gt;simply took the dealer off the game and gave him a new, white dealer.</content>
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    <title>We Make our own Hells</title>
    <published>2007-04-22T11:41:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-22T14:13:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"So, where are you from?"  I asked the blackjack player my stock question to appear friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now...I'm from Beverly Hills," he replied without an ounce of remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where were you from before?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chicago," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chicago?" I feigned interest.  "That's quite a change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's quite different," he admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, where do you like better: Chicago or Beverly Hills?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like Chicago for the city, but Beverly Hills for the weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what makes Beverly Hills a bad city?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to say the people,"  he paused.  "They're just so fake and possessed by material goods.  Why does a woman that makes $20,000 a year, need an $1,800 purse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. "I have to agree with you, but I have to say that you are living in the absolute epicenter of this way of thinking."  I paused, "I hope you don't mind me asking but what possessed you to move there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well, I'm a plastic surgeon, it really is the best place for my profession."</content>
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    <title>Another Haiku</title>
    <published>2007-04-19T22:15:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-19T22:15:02Z</updated>
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    <title>Rubber Johnny</title>
    <published>2007-04-10T19:02:56Z</published>
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    <title>Some Random Thoughts</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T13:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T13:07:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just wanted to write this junk down, but unfortunately I'm too busy to write anything substantional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See a penny, pick it up and all day long you will be burdened with a small, but cumbersome piece of smelly copper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A golfer playing blackjack at one of my tables said seriously and offended, "These girls dress like that and they think they have the right to get all huffy when you grab their tits.  If they didn't want their tits grabbed then why do they dress that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the most clever thing I was going to put here, I have now forgotten.</content>
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    <title>Cats, the musical</title>
    <published>2006-10-25T12:27:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-25T12:27:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a joke right.  I just saw Cats.  Why do people think it is the best musical ever made?  It is just plain horrible.  No plot, bad dancing, horrible music, stupid costumes, etc.  I'm so disgusted I can't even rant on and on about how horrible it was.</content>
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    <title>Pimping</title>
    <published>2006-09-17T11:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T10:24:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've decided that I don't like the glorification of the word "pimp" in the english language.  I'm not against the consensual crime of prostitution per se (I'm not that moral).  I do find that pimps are rather despicable people that leech off of women without providing much services for them.  Often they are violent towards their "employees" and can enable their drug addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pimpingsecrets.com/john-reese.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sentences like the following sentence praising a peer seem rather hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, yo, he's the bomb.  He's a total pimp.  He can really pimp those ho's, you know what I'm saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are going to glorify crime, why not go all the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, yo, he's the bomb.  He's a total wife beater.  He can really beat those bitches, you know what I'm saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, yo, he's the bomb.  He's a total child molester.  He can really molest those brats, you know what I'm saying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why bomb?  Can we use some other weapon?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, yo, he's the sarin gas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, yo, he's total ebola."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start using that last one...kind of cute.</content>
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    <title>Oh, what keeps me up at night!</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T12:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T14:05:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It takes me several hours to fall asleep lately.  Apparently, people think that I'm stressed out and my mind must be occupied with stressful things.  However, I'm not stressed.  My mind is just boggled with boring, random junk.  Here is a sampling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  One night, I thought about P.D.Q Bach.  If you were ever in band, you should know who P.D.Q. Bach is.  It is band geek humor.  I used to get a chuckle out of one of his songs that ended in five whole notes instead of the traditional two.  Yep, hilarious as I'm sure you can see.  We played a song that had members of the band gargle at one point.  (What a nerd I was).  Band geeks love him anyway.  I'm thinking about getting one of his CD's but I'm turned off by the fact that they have a laugh track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Another night, I thought about sex reassignment surgery.  I don't want to change my sex, but I was wondering if it was covered by insurance.  It isn't.  Then I thought about if I owned a business would I want it covered?  I would.  I think that gender identity disorder is real and as of right now, the only treatment we really have is sex reassignment surgery.  What really made up my mind on the subject was the book "As Nature Made Him" about a boy who had a botched circumcision and so they raised him as a girl.  Well, that boy/girl developed gender identity disorder although s/he never knew that s/he was born a boy.  Good book, well, if you like depressing, true stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figured that if the insurance carrier didn't cover it, I would offer to pay for the surgery.  Then I realized that I would then have every transsexual trying to work for me and then quit once the surgery was done.  So, I would do a matching program.  Same problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no solution, but then again, I don't own a company in which someone is trying to get insurance coverage for sex reassignment surgery.  The thought just kept me up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Another night, I thought about WYNN stock.  I told my father to buy it at $14 and he said that casinos were too risky.  It's now at $66 and had a high of $75.  Too risky?  I knew it would do well, at least to start, because owning a casino is like printing your own money.  I wish I had enough money that I could have invested.  If you invested $10,000 when at $14 and sold at $66 you would have over $47,000.  I should totally be an investment banker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Another night, I was haunted by an incident in my past.  In high school, I had a humanities class where the teacher insisted that we bring in an art project made out of food.  I came up with the idea of filling an egg with a syringe with red food coloring.  Taking it to class, cracking it open, exposing the "blood" filled egg, and then declaring the name of the piece, "Abortion".  Unfortunately, I'm pro-choice and I couldn't bring myself to do it.  I couldn't think of a solution to the problem, so I simply didn't complete it and failed that assignment.  I came up with a solution though as I was trying to fall asleep.  I would simply change the title to "the Miracle of Birth".  That only took 20 years to come up with, and people say I'm lazy.  I'll take that "A" now, Ms. Hewlitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Another night, I lay in bed thinking about the Lakota Buffalo.  You know, the white buffalo that the Lakota tribe believes will usher in a new age.  It was born a while ago and I haven't heard anything about it.  Apparently, nothing has happened.  Here's the legend:  &lt;a href="http://www.kstrom.net/isk/arvol/buffpipe.html"&gt;http://www.kstrom.net/isk/arvol/buffpipe.html&lt;/a&gt;  The owners refuse to sell the white buffalo and allow Native Americans to visit it.  That's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.janetkierstead.com/W.Buffalo.jpg"&gt;</content>
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