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crap: an offensive term for nonsense, or something worthless or annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

That's a pretty good description of what you'll find here. Although much of it will be worthless, hopefully it won't be too annoying and occasionally you will find something of value buried within the nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primarilycrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primarilycrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20530556/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06031072011546112680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20530556.post-8750541723194280857</id><published>2008-05-16T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:58:37.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved</title><content type='html'>And not only have I moved, but I've moved to two places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the baseball stuff can now be found at http://boston9.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else will be located at http://primarilycrap.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Because of his oblique injury he has agreed to push back the opt-out clause to June 1. There is still a good chance that he can help this team, but I wonder what would have happened if he did not agree to move back the clause and chose to opt out if he was not promoted. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This day comes a couple of days after Jon Lester’s best start in a Red Sox uniform and possibly Clay Buchholz best start as well. You might argue that his no-hitter was his best start, but some people who know about these things and watched both games, John Farrell, for one, have said that the stuff he had in his last start was even better than the stuff he had during the no-hitter. There is also the fact that he had the advantage of never having faced the Orioles before the no-hitter, whereas most of the Blue Jays hitters who faced him the other night had already faced him once before, last September. Which one of these two games was his best is debatable, but my main point here is that both of these young pitchers threw very good games in their last outings, both are showing signs of improvement and both have the potential, while still developing in the Major Leagues, to give us at least as much as Colon might give us with a much higher upside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As it stands right now, it wouldn’t make sense to me to send one of them down, most likely Buchholz, just so we could add Colon to the Big League team instead of losing him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fortunately, we don’t have to worry about that right now and we have another month to make that decision. A lot can happen in a month. One or more pitchers could get injured or one or both of our young pitchers could struggle and make the decision on June 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; an easy one. But it’s also possible that all 5 of our starters will stay healthy, Lester and Buchholz will continue to develop and pitch well and we will find ourselves right back in the same situation of trying to decide what to do with Colon a month from now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What would we do then? To me it would still not make sense to send one of them down and plug Colon into the starting rotation, but what about bringing him up to plug a hole in the set up role where we clearly could use some help?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manny Delcarmen is struggling right now. Sure it could still be the effects of the flu bug he had, but he’s not the only one that had it and everyone else seems to be over it. Maybe he just hasn’t turned the corner yet, like we thought he had. Mike Timlin is also struggling big time and as much as I love the guy, I have to admit to thinking that at 42 years old he just might be done being an effective Major League pitcher. Of course I thought that last year as well and he ended up proving me wrong. David Aardsma is doing an okay job right now, but he’s struggling with control, having already walked 11 in 13.2 innings, and he has a history of this always catching up with him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bartolo Colon is 34 years old, normally still young enough to succeed as a starter in the Major Leagues, but shoulder problems have limited him to a total of 29 games over the last two seasons. What’s more, those shoulder problems have caused the velocity in his 4-seamer to drop from the mid-90’s to the high 80’s-low 90’s. Colon has always had a weight problem and even when healthy over the last few seasons he has struggled with endurance. It’s possible that his arm might not be adaptable to bullpen duty, especially with the shoulder problems. 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Overall, I enjoyed the film, most of the special effects were dazzling, but there were a couple of scenes that just looked a little too hokey to me, the “Brontosaurus Run” for example. Andy Serkis was amazing again, this time, for all intents and purposes, becoming a gorilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an admirable remake with more depth, Jackson stayed true to the original 1933 version right down to its flaws. To me there were 3 major flaws in this story, there are actually many more than that, but there are 3 big ones that stand out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is; how did they get a 25 foot, who knows how many tons, giant gorilla onto that ship? The answer is, I don’t know, and neither does anyone else, because they never showed it. In both versions of the movie it skips right over that scene, going from the scene where Kong is subdued on Skull Island, right back to New York and the opening night of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure the argument can be made that it was skipped over for time constraints, but I think it’s fairly important to the story. If you’re not going to show me how they did it, then at least tell me at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned something similar in &lt;a href="http://primarilycrap.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-can-not-drive-radio-controlled.html"&gt;this entry&lt;/a&gt;, watching a fantasy movie like this, you have to have a certain amount of suspension of disbelief, but for me, that suspension can only go so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to tell me that somewhere on this earth there is an island inhabited by giant insects and rodents, prehistoric creatures, a 25 foot gorilla, and a bunch of savage natives who worship it, I’m down with that. You don’t have to do much talking to convince me that it’s out there. But if you’re going to tell me that a bunch of sailors, a movie producer, and an actor in the 1930’s, somehow managed to pick up that gorilla and put it onto the ship, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna need some proof. Like I said, if you’re not going to show me how it was done, then you at least have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second flaw to me is this: its night time and the Broadway show starring Kong is beginning. The actual start time of the show is not noted, but I’m assuming that it has to be sometime around 8 or 9 pm. About twenty minutes into the show, Kong breaks free and goes on his rampage in Manhattan. Approximately a half an hour later he climbs the Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour elapses from the time the Broadway show begins to the time that Kong gets to the top of the Empire State Building. It doesn’t seem to me that they are implying that any more time than this goes by, yet Kong and Darrow watch the sun rise together from the top of the building. Soon after that it is full daylight when the bi-planes arrive and begin to attack. What did I miss here? By my estimations this movie went from 8-9 pm to 5-6 am in the span of an hour. Can someone please explain that one to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and final flaw to me is the most egregious. A bunch of people discover an island inhabited by giant insects and rodents, prehistoric creatures, and a 25 foot gorilla. They manage to capture the gorilla and bring it back to the states. The reason for this would seem to be greed, at least in Carl Denham’s case, as it is all about the fame and fortune for him. It is never really stated why the rest of them agreed to it, but it is assumed that it was for the money as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all well and good, bringing a giant gorilla back to the states and putting it on display for the entire world to see is certainly going to be a money maker. But here’s what I don’t get, why the hell didn’t any of them tell anyone else about this island? Denham tells a story about how they found Kong on an island, subdued him, and brought him back, but he never makes any mention at all about what else occupied the island. Didn’t it occur to any of them that people are going to want to know about this place? If they were motivated by money, I have to believe that someone would have been willing to pay them big bucks for the location of Skull Island and the existence of its other occupants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn’t have been that they were afraid that no one would believe them; after all, they just brought a 25 foot gorilla back from the place. That right there should be enough to convince &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go check it out. What have they got to lose? Even if no one is willing to give them any money until after they see it for themselves, the worst case scenario is that they never get paid, but by not telling anyone, they guarantee that they never make any money from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s assuming that greed is the only motivation. 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Without the medication my nose is stuffy and runny, I get post-nasal drip, and my eyes get itchy and watery; all of this causing a lot of sniffling, sneezing, nose-blowing, and coughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “drug of choice” for as long as I can remember has been Claritin D, or more specifically, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loratadine"&gt;loratadine&lt;/a&gt;. It wasn’t the first one I used, but I’ve been using it for so long that I can’t even remember what I used before it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works well for me, keeping me semi-normal most of the time, the symptoms are never completely gone, I still flare up during pollen season, and I still have occasional days when I wish my nose would just go away, but overall, it helps a great deal and I’ve been very happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was until a couple of years ago when it went from a prescription only drug to an over the counter drug. Apparently this was a good thing for many people, but I wasn’t one of them. I can see how people who only need to use it occasionally would find it easier to just walk into a pharmacy, supermarket, or department store and pick up a package whenever they need to, instead of having to obtain a prescription first, but those of us who use it on a regular basis got screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it was just as easy for me to get my doctor to write a prescription, refillable up to 12 times, once a year, then refill it once a month and go pick it up, so this change did not make it anymore convenient. What it did make it is more expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was a prescription only drug, I made a $10 co-payment for a 30 day supply. Now that it’s over the counter, even buying the CVS brand and using coupons, I pay about $10 for a box of 15; which is basically double the price. I went from paying $10 a month for a 30 day prescription, to paying about $20 a month for two 15 count boxes. And to make things even worse, apparently there is something in this drug that is being used to make illegal drugs, so it is now being restricted to one box per person. So, not only do I have to pay twice as much to get it, but I have to go in to get it twice as often. This is not more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was a great relationship for a long time had recently become rocky and I decided that maybe it was time for a change. I discussed the options with my doctor and he recommended that I try Allegra. So I did it, I broke off a long-term relationship and got involved in a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got off to a great start, I was now back to 30 day prescriptions at $10 co-payments and I was happy. Unfortunately, what started off so promising went downhill in a hurry. Even though this new relationship was less of a hassle and costing me less money, I was not being satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My symptoms were getting worse. By the end of the first 30 day supply I had a stuffy, runny nose, itchy, watery eyes, and post nasal drip. I was sniffling, blowing, sneezing, and coughing. It seemed as though the Allegra was almost completely ineffective, but I was saving money and it was easier to obtain, so I tried to stick it out. I thought that maybe I just needed some time for it to take effect. After about halfway through the second prescription I knew that this was just not going to work out. My fling was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went crawling back to loratadine. The switch paid immediate dividends as my symptoms began to clear up almost right away. Now I’m right back to where I was 2 months ago, paying twice as much money and going in to get it twice as often, but this time I am happy to do it. 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If you are not planning on heeding my advice, then I warn you not to read any further until after you have seen it, but I highly recommend that you take my advice and read what I’m about to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPOILERS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know much about this movie going in, only what I had seen from the trailer, and from that, I was under the impression that it was going to be another “Narnia” type movie where a couple of kids find their way into a fantasy land and have an adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I think this? &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/terabithia/"&gt;Because that’s how it was being promoted.&lt;/a&gt; Turns out, that not only is this not what the movie is about, but &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/scifiwire/index.php?category=1&amp;id=40014&amp;type=0"&gt;apparently even the filmmakers were unhappy with the advertising campaign being misleading.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is not about a couple of kids who find a fantasy land outside their back door and have an adventure, instead it is about a couple of kids who imagine a fantasy land outside their back door and pretend to have an adventure. That’s right, the place isn’t real, it’s all in their imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, this isn’t even what I have the problem with. It was definitely a big letdown to me because I was mislead into believing that I was going to see a movie about one thing and in fact it was something else entirely, but I was actually willing to forgive this, and might have been able to enjoy the movie for what it actually was, if it weren’t for one other fact, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_to_Terabithia_%282007_film%29"&gt;the girl dies&lt;/a&gt;. That’s right, the cute little girl with the infectious smile and overactive imagination is killed about 2/3’s of the way into the movie, and the movie then shifts from being a movie about 2 kids and how they deal with the problems of normal life by making up a fantasy play land, to one kid learning how to grieve over another kids death, and then learning how to be a better person by learning from the life that she lived and by keeping her memory alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is supposed to end on an inspiring note as the other kid does indeed keep her memory alive and brings his little sister into the fold, and the two of them continue to play in the imaginary land of Terabithia, but I did not feel good at the end of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it was gut-wrenching and as I have already stated, I walked out of the theatre with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and a haunting emptiness that lasted all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know, but with all of the terrible things that go on in this world today, I don’t want to see a movie that involves the tragic death of a10 year old girl. That’s not my type of entertainment. Or at the very least, I want to know going into it that this is not going to be the feel good movie it is being portrayed as. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey don’t get me wrong, I love stories that have shocking twists to them, in fact they are probably my favorite types of stories, and a lot of times the best ones are the ones where you’re not expecting anything shocking to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a kid’s story, and I don’t expect to see something like this happen in one of those stories, at least not in a story that I am assuming is safe to bring my 6 year old daughter to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Kyla’s seen death in movies before. She’s seen and loves all of the Harry Potter movies, The Chronicles of Narnia, Charlotte’s Web, and others, but none of the deaths in any of those movies had the same affect as this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, it didn’t seem to bother Kyla at all. As soon as we got out of the theatre she did what she always does after we see a movie and said, “Can we get the DVD?” When Penny asked her if she felt sad, she said no, and we didn’t really pursue it after that, so it doesn’t seem to have affected her at all; which is fine, but it sure had an affect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I want to say that I know that there are probably a lot of people out there who read this book and are going to defend both the book and the film by saying that the book is a masterpiece of great writing and study of human emotion and the film stayed true to it. And that I should be looking at this story for what it is and not what I was led to believe it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's your opinion and you're entitled to it. 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In general, as has been mentioned here before, I like to just let it play randomly, so I never know what’s going to come up next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory it would be like having my own personal radio station tailored just for me, with no DJ’s talking over the music and no commercials, just song after song of music I like and want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have discovered a hole in this theory, that being that songs keep popping up on my iPod that I don’t actually like. You wonder; how can that be? It’s my iPod, why would I put songs on it that I don’t like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is very simple; and pretty obvious once you hear it explained. You see, I’ve been collecting music now for over 25 years, starting with vinyl albums and cassette tapes and moving on to CD’s. Back then, when I bought one of the above, I pretty much put it into my player and let it play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a song that I really despised, I would just skip over it, but for the most part I just listened to the entire album, and songs that I wasn’t sure of eventually just grew on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there were 2 main reasons for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I liked the artist so I gave everything a chance.&lt;br /&gt;2. Like most people, I want variety. I get bored hearing the same stuff over and over again, and back then, there wasn’t as much music so there weren’t as many options, and it wasn’t as easy to acquire all of those options as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bought what I could afford to buy and continued to listen to it a lot. As the collection grew, so did the variety, but it never seemed to get to a point where I had so many options that I didn’t want to hear things that I was listening to. That is, until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without getting into all of the math, I estimate that with the amount of time I spend listening to my iPod, and the amount of music I have on it, I am only going to hear each song about 3-4 times per year. Back when I was a teenager, I was hearing the same songs 3-4 times per week, and even more with the popular songs that were being played on the radio. It was to a point where I knew almost every word to almost every song I listened to and not only knew what album it was from, but what position it was at on the album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of music I have now (and growing), I don’t ever expect to become that familiar with the new music I add, but I would still like to get to a point where, when I hear the song, I know the name of it and who’s doing it. At the rate I’m going now, that may never happen; which brings me back to the topic of songs coming up on my iPod that I don’t like. You see, I have music on my iPod that I have been listening to for years, even decades for some of it. These are songs that I was listening to back when I wanted as much variety as possible but did not have as much as I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I do have that variety, these are also songs that I am realizing I no longer like, or quite possibly, never even really liked to begin with. Now that I have thousands of songs on my iPod that I’ve only heard a handful of times, and will only hear another handful of times in each coming year, I no longer have (or more accurately want to spend the) time to listen to the familiar songs of my youth that I probably never really liked to begin with, but only listened to because they were there, and as these songs come up on my iPod I am deleting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I continue to expand my music collection and to say hello to all of the new and exciting options that are out there, sadly, at the same time I am saying goodbye to many old familiar friends that have been with me for up to 2/3 of my lifetime, but will now be removed from my life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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There was nothing wrong with my old 30GB iPod, except for the fact that, at only 30GB it was filled up and I could not put anymore music on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first bought it about a year ago, I figured 30GB would be enough to last me for years. It turns out that years ended up being year, as in about 1 year, that’s how long it took me to fill it up. And that’s filled up with music that I like, almost 6,000 songs that I actually listen too. Each time I added a new album or artist to it, I would listen to it and weed out anything I didn’t like. There are probably a few stray songs on it that slipped through, but for the most part it is filled with almost 6,000 songs that I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently took off about 70 Christmas songs just to make room for some other new stuff I wanted to put on it (I figured I had about 10 months to figure out how to get them back on for when I wanted them again), and I have an additional 400 or so songs on my computer that I want to add to it, but I no longer have the room. There is also some borderline stuff (songs that I wasn’t sure of) on my computer that I had to make some hard decisions on to make more room for new songs that I was sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I decided that I just couldn’t live like this anymore. I know, a year ago I was living just fine without an iPod at all, but things are different now. I can’t even imagine life without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed my music listening experience. Before when I wanted to hear something, I had to take out a CD and play it in whatever CD player was available, depending on where I was. Half the time I couldn’t decide what to listen to and I ended up not bothering to listen to anything. I would spend 5 minutes trying to decide what to bring with me for the 7 minute ride to work, or for the 10 minutes that it was going to take me to fold up some laundry in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have speakers set up everywhere that I want to hear music and when I’m going to be in one of those places I just plug in the iPod and let it go. I don’t worry about what I’m going to hear, occasionally I want to hear a certain song or album, but mostly I just let it play through my 6,000 songs randomly. I love listening to music this way, it’s like having my own private radio station where there are no commercials, I’m always going to hear a song that I like, and if one comes on that I’m not in the mood for I just skip to the next one (which doesn’t happen all that often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has to be ALL of my music, I know a lot of people love the Nano’s but for me that 8GB doesn’t cut it, hell the 30GB doesn’t cut it anymore. I need all of my music with me all of the time, I don’t want to have to try to decide what to put on it and what to take off. That would put me almost right back where I was when I was fumbling with CD’s and I don’t want to be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to where I am now, my trusty 30GB is full and I have nowhere to go but up, so that's what I've done. I’ve ordered the new 80GB and I figure that should hold me for a while. It also has some nice new features, the main one being the search feature which allows me to find a song easier by actually using the click wheel to type in the name of the song, or artist, or album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s it, I’ve put in the order for the new iPod and now I’m patiently waiting for it to arrive so that I can start adding all of my new songs to it and get on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I really like the first two so far, but I have a problem with the &lt;a href="http://www.littlepolitical.com/2007/01/live-free-or-die.html"&gt;desecration of the American flag in his first one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is not with the actual desecration of the flag, the first amendment preserves that right for everyone, so I have no problem with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is that I believe in most cases the intention of the message is misguided. Most people who desecrate flags are doing so to express opposition to the government, and that's where I have the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flag is not a symbol of the government; it is a symbol of the country; which in turn means that it is a symbol of the people. The country and the government are very different things. I have many issues with the government, particularly this administration, but I still love my country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a flag being desecrated I see it as an insult to this country. I think of the people who truly hate this country, such as terrorists and many foreigners who have been brainwashed into believing that this country is evil, and in some cases even fellow Americans.  These people desecrate flags because they despise the American people, the United States of America, and everything that it is about, regardless of who is in power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, flag and country are interchangeable. When you talk about your flag, you're talking about your country and your people. If you ask the soldiers in Iraq what they’re fighting for, most of them will tell you that they’re fighting for their flag; or their country (because it means the same thing). They are not fighting for George W. or the United States Government; they are fighting for the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they see a flag being desecrated over there, they are going to take it personally. It’s been this way since the flag was first created during the American Revolution. Those soldiers were willing to, and did, fight and die for their country, same with every other war since then. And to them, the flag is the country and must not be desecrated or destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you always hear those stories about the flag-bearers going down and everyone scrambling to make sure that it gets picked up. The flag had to be protected at all costs because the flag represented the country and that’s what they were/are fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to desecrate an American flag to make a statement that you hate America, then fine. Personally, I think you’re either an ass or an idiot for doing so, but that’s your prerogative (which; ironically is one of the reasons why you should “not hate this country”). But if you’re doing it with the intentions of making a statement to the United States Government, then you’re making the wrong statement, go burn an elephant or an ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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On my way to work this morning, I had to stop at a light. It’s one of those lights that exist solely for people to press the button and stop traffic so they can cross the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me say that I’m annoyed by those things, or more specifically, I’m annoyed by the people who use them. They have their uses. They’re great to help elderly and handicapped people get across the street. There are times when others may need it, if you’ve got children with you, or you’re carrying bags of groceries or some other bundle that weighs you down or obstructs your view, and I’m sure there are some other circumstances, but most young, healthy people should be able to safely make it across the street without having to press that button and stop traffic. Of course, your opinion may differ, but for me, spending as much time as I do driving, I prefer to do my best to try not to obstruct traffic as a pedestrian, I’m willing to wait a few seconds for a break in the traffic so I can get across without having to stop it; which brings me back to this morning and the two teenagers who crossed the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 6:50am; there is not a lot of traffic on the road in this area at this time of day. There are plenty of times that I could walk across the street and then back to the other side without a car passing by. However, this did not prevent these 2 kids from pressing the button to get across anyway. This isn’t even what bothered me. Whatever, that’s what it’s there for, even if I don’t think you need to use it, you are entitled to it and I’m not going to complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothered me was the speed at which they crossed. They used the entire time allotted to them. With the amount of time they had to get across, I probably could have made it 3 or 4 times. An elderly woman would have made it across the street quicker than they did. The “don’t walk” started flashing when they were only about halfway across and I didn’t think they were going to make it. They were just stepping onto the sidewalk as the light turned green again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this reminded me of how often I actually see this. At least these kids pushed the button, a lot of times they’re just meandering across the street randomly and don’t give a damn at all about how much traffic they’re stopping, or if all of the traffic is even going to stop, it’s almost like they’re challenging you. It’s always the worst near a school while it’s letting out for the day. All these kids come out at the same time and just start crossing the streets, taking their own damn time and seemingly oblivious to everything that’s going on around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not just crossing the street; it’s everything, so many of them seem to have complete disregard for their surroundings. I’ve been down the park with Kyla and there have been groups of teenagers down there swearing out loud with no regard for the fact that there are adults and young children around. Or I see them hanging around in the mall swearing, goofing around, causing general disruption and not giving a crap about the people around them who are just trying to do their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember being like this as a teenager. Sure I was a bit rebellious, and there were certainly times when I did something stupid, but I think in general I showed respect for adults and just about everyone else. I may swear like a maniac now, and even did back then, but I know I didn’t do it around adults, and usually not around children, unless I was actually teaching them the swear words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hanging around in the mall and being an all around goof-ball, but I still did my best to be aware of who was around me and tried to make sure that I didn’t offend anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I crossed the street, or moved around anywhere, I always moved fast, if not walking fast then actually running, always being aware of who or what was around me and showing the proper respect. Hell, I was a kid; I was supposed to be running wasn’t I? I don’t think that there was ever a time in my life when I could possibly be moving as slow as those 2 kids I saw today (I don’t think when I’m 80 I will be able to move that slow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all of it, it’s the attitude that’s the worst. These kids just seem to have the attitude of “fuck you” to everything. “Fuck you, I’m crossing the street and you’re gonna wait ‘til I’m done not matter how long it takes me”. “Fuck you; I don’t give a crap that I’m hanging around in a playground your 6 year old can hear me swearing”. “Fuck you, I’m hanging out in this mall and if me and my posse are in your way, too fucking bad”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not all of them, there are plenty of them out there who are good kids and usually do the right thing, but it sure seems to me that there are a lot more of them out there nowadays who just don’t give a crap about anything. I only hope that most of them smarten up and figure it out before it’s too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We saw the new live action movie last weekend and she’s had the picture book since she was a baby and recently got the original book, plus she has the DVD of the animated version from the 70’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading this book at some point in grade school, but I didn’t really remember much more than the fact that there was a spider in a barn named Charlotte that had befriended a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the movie last weekend, I have to say that I’m a bit miffed by the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur, the pig, was born in the spring and is scheduled to be Christmas dinner. All of the animals in the barn know this and they decide to try to do something to prevent it. Over the summer, Charlotte comes up with an idea to write something in her web (that’s spider web, not web site) to convince the farmer that the pig is special. She comes up with the words “SOME PIG”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the farmer sees the words written in the web over the doorway of the barnyard. Word gets out and people come from all over to see the pig, and the farm becomes a tourist attraction. After a month or so the novelty wears off and things get back to normal at the farm. As great as it was, it apparently was not enough to grant Wilbur a stay of execution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Charlotte creates a new web with the word “TERRIFIC” written in it. Again the farm bustles with people coming to see the pig, and again it wears off and Wilbur is still scheduled for Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s done a 3rd time with the word “RADIANT”, the entire process is repeated, but this time the farmer becomes convinced that the pig is so special that he should bring it to the County Fair where it is sure to win a ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for Wilbur, he is beaten out by a big fat hog, and the farmer decides that he’s nothing more than a Christmas ham after all. But then, Charlotte, who has come along for the ride, makes one last attempt at saving Wilbur by creating a web in the stall he is kept in at the fair with the word “HUMBLE” written in it. Now everyone in the fair comes over to see “some, terrific, radiant, humble pig”, and Wilbur is given a special award by the Mayor. This, apparently, is finally enough to convince farmer Zuckerman not to eat Wilbur and he gets to see Christmas and live on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sad twist at the end as Charlotte, who is very old, does not go back to the barn with them, instead staying behind at the fair where she is at the end of her life and will die soon. She does however have a sack of eggs that are brought back to the barn where they are looked after by all of the animals until they hatch. Most of the baby spiders leave, but 3 of them stay to become Wilbur’s friends and honor their mother’s memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a heart-warming tale, however I’m not buying it. What was so special about the pig? As far as I can tell, the only thing that was special about it was the fact that there was a spider writing words about it in her web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what we have here is a baby pig, who seems to be just like every other ordinary baby pig, and a spider who’s writing words in her web about it. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to that farm to see the spider and her webs. If that was happening today, and that farmer could find a way to preserve those webs, he’d make millions on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are you going to eat a baby pig for Christmas dinner? How much pork are you going to get from that? I’m no farmer, but doesn’t it make more sense to keep the pig around for a few years until it gets nice and big? Then you have Christmas dinner for not just your family, but probably your friends and neighbors, plus bacon for Christmas breakfast, and maybe even enough to do it all again on New Year’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure once that spider was not around to write words in her web about it, that’s what eventually happened to the pig anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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When I was 18 I bought an electric. When I first slung it over my shoulder and tried to put my hands on the strings it felt so foreign to me that I figured there was no way in hell that I would ever be able to learn how to play. Of course way back then there was no internet and no easy or cheap way to take lessons and I decided I had better things to spend my time and money on, so I gave up the dream. Occasionally over the years I would think about maybe giving it another shot, but somehow along the way I managed to convince myself that I did not have the innate ability needed to be able to play guitar and it was simply an impossibility for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago my thinking started to change on that and I decided that now was the time for me to finally give it a real shot. I dug out my sister’s old acoustic from my parent’s attic and purchased “Guitar For Dummies”. Whenever I want to learn about something new, if there’s a “Dummies” book out there for it, I pick it up. They’re usually a very good starting point if you don’t know anything about something you want to know more about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old acoustic was in bad shape. First of all, it was a child’s guitar, as it was purchased for my sister when she was about 9 or 10, so it was very small. It was also missing the fourth string, so I was not going to get anywhere until I replaced that string. I decided that I would not even bother opening up the “Dummies” book until I did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about a year went by and I still had not replaced the string. But a few days ago I really got the itch and decided to open up the “Dummies” book and peruse it. I immediately determined that I was probably better off picking up a new guitar and the more I read the more I wanted to get started. I did some research, talked to my cousin, who has been playing for about 25 years, and yesterday I went to Guitar Center and picked up &lt;a href="http://www.guitarcenter.com/shop/product?full_sku=102919487"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got the black version, but you knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a half day from work yesterday and went home and spent about 2 hours with it. I then spent about another hour with it last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I have determined so far. Playing guitar is fucking hard. I’m not just talking about LEARNING how to play chords, I’m talking about actually playing the chords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 parts to fretting, or fingering as us guitar players call it, the chords. The first part is making sure that you get the correct fingers on the correct strings, once there you have to make sure that none of your fingers are accidentally touching any of the other strings or they’ll be muted and they won’t sound when struck, and finally, you have to make sure that you’re pressing down each string hard enough to the fret so that it will ring true when struck and not twang or buzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not as easy as all of these pro guitar players make it look. I didn’t expect it to be easy but I was surprised at how hard it actually is. It’s not only difficult but it’s downright painful. Pressing the strings to the frets hurts, a lot. Fortunately the “Dummies Book” does a very good job of preparing you for this. They talk about how much it hurts and how you will need to develop calluses on the tips of your fingers before you will ever be comfortable fingering a guitar. They also explain that you need to develop strength and flexibility in that hand before you’ll really be able to finger the strings correctly and that the best way to develop all of these things is to just keep at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s my plan. I haven’t even gotten to the actual striking of the strings yet. Right now all that I am doing is placing my fingers on the correct strings in the correct frets for each chord, starting with the “A” family chords. I’m not even worrying about changing chords yet, just getting my fingers in the correct position for each chord and by doing so developing the strength, flexibility, and calluses I will need to be able to do this easily, or more easily anyway, and also trying to develop a feel for the placement. Right now, I can’t finger the chords without actually looking at what I’m doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking back on other things that I’ve learned in my life that seemed really difficult at first, but with a lot of practice and repetition have become second nature. I’m sure that can eventually be the case with this as well. I’m actually very excited about it and am really looking forward to improving, but right now I know 2 things: it’s going to be a slow process, and my fingers hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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A couple of days ago I remembered one that was really strange. I decided to write it down to post here. As I was writing it, I realized that with a few changes it might actually make the premise for a good sci-fi series. So instead, I made those changes and decided to write it out that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what I’m going to do with it, probably nothing, but I figured I’d post it here to see if I could get any opinions or suggestions for improvements from any of you sci-fi geeks reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it’s not completely original; I’m a Joss Whedon fan. I know I’ve borrowed concepts from other things as well; I’m also an X-Men fan. I thought it might be an interesting twist on an old plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goblin Hunter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goblins, terrifying creatures of the night, the stuff of legends and fairy tales, at least that’s what most people believe. Then there are those of us who know better. For us, goblins are all too real; they lurk in the shadows just out of sight. We have recently discovered their existence but still don’t know much about them. They’re humanoid shaped with baldheads, deep eye sockets, and large ears. They generally only come out at night, and they’re responsible for countless unexplained deaths and disappearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government has formed a secret goblin task force, and I am a member of this team. Our job is to ferret out hidden goblin bases and destroy them. It was during one of these forays that I was captured by goblins and brought back to one of these bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I am told that I will be transformed into a goblin. My immediate concern is that I am going to lose my good looks and become a hideous abomination. I’m told that in my case it’s not likely. Apparently, all humans are born with a goblin gene. In most humans, it stays dormant. In a small percentage of humans it manifests with varying results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most result in heightened abilities, either senses, physical strength, reflexes, intellect, or psychic. Almost all result in a change in physical appearance, and a small percentage become mentally deranged. The gene can manifest any time in a person’s life, from a couple of months, to many decades. The goblins have developed technology using a combination of science and psychic means to sense at long ranges when the gene is about to manifest. They are also able to detect how a gene is going to develop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is going to be no physical change or mental instability, then the person is left alone to make his or her way in life. We see them everyday as scientists, psychics, hall of fame athletes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others are brought back and integrated into goblin society. They are successful in locating and retrieving 99.9% of them; which is the reason we do not see them running around in our world. The idea is to save them from a life of torment, persecution, or worse. In cases of mental instability, it is also to prevent them from hurting themselves or others. This would explain the mystery of so many unsolved missing person cases. The .01% not recovered are still out there. Some are in mental institutions, some in prison, some in circus sideshows, and unfortunately, some are still lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my transformation, which takes about a month, I learn more about these “goblins” and their community. They are nothing like we’ve been lead to believe. In fact, for the most part, they are much like us with the exception of their looks and unusual abilities. They have been around for as long as the human race has been in existence. The ones who were altered in appearance were feared and branded as monsters. Eventually enough of them managed to get together and form their own society. Over time, because of their superior abilities, they advanced ahead of us technologically. They used these technological advances to create hidden bases all over the world; which would house them and keep them safe from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that they have been driven to this, they still care about humanity. They try their best to capture, or destroy if necessary, those who have become unstable and have escaped detection. They have not figured out why the gene is not detectable in certain individuals, but there are certain signs that tell whether or not a goblin could be involved in murders, crimes or other strange occurrences. They have also discovered that there are other things out there involved in many of these that are worse, much worse, and a couple of rogue goblins may be the least of humanities problems. Still they are willing to do what they can to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their appearance prevents them from working out in the open; which in turn has always made it difficult to work these cases, and now that we know they exist and are actively hunting them, it has become even more difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I come in. As I mentioned already, until recently, they ignored those of us whose gene did not cause change in physical appearance or mental stability. I’m one of those people. In addition, I am also a rare breed whose gene resulted in the development of more than one ability. My changes consist of heightened senses, reflexes, physical strength, and psychic abilities. This, combined with my government training and knowledge, makes me the perfect operative for the goblins to work in the human world. The hope is that I will be the first of many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a goblin hunter. 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