<?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-5737191</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:04:11.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat cats and science fiction</title><subtitle type='html'>All of life's riddles are answered in the movies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108256994492666827</id><published>2004-04-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T11:01:59.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring versus winter</title><content type='html'>I love the warmer weather that comes with spirng &lt;br /&gt;and summer.  I love opening my windows all the way&lt;br /&gt;and watching my cat bask in the sunlight while I&lt;br /&gt;drink my coffee and blast Coltrane's Love Supreme.&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting on my friend's stoop knitting and talking.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a much bigger fan of fall and winter than I am&lt;br /&gt;of the warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's easier to be comfortable in fall and winter.  An&lt;br /&gt;extra blanket, a mug of hot chocolate, an extra layer&lt;br /&gt;of clothing....in summer it's much harder to keep cool.&lt;br /&gt;I hate turning on the air conditioning because my &lt;br /&gt;electric bill in July is usually three times what it would&lt;br /&gt;be in October.  In winter you can bundle up to stay&lt;br /&gt;warm if you have to go outside but there isn't any way&lt;br /&gt;to stay cool when it's 95 and humid outside.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108256994492666827?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108256994492666827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108256994492666827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256994492666827' title='spring versus winter'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108224465595895226</id><published>2004-04-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T16:33:50.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>I made myself some real  nice Thai ginger chicken&lt;br /&gt;for dinner which I don't feel like eating right now&lt;br /&gt;because the pizza I had this afternoon is wrecking&lt;br /&gt;havoc in my stomach.  I've also realized that this&lt;br /&gt;is something like my 87th entry since Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;If I may quote Gladiator, "are you not entertained?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Russell Crowe I watched Master and&lt;br /&gt;Commander last night.  It was absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Although the battle scenes were incredible, it was&lt;br /&gt;much more of a character oriented story than is&lt;br /&gt;typical for this kind of movie.  It was a very low&lt;br /&gt;key movie.  I think that's the reason why it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;more successful during its theatrical run.  There&lt;br /&gt;weren't enough battle scenes for the general&lt;br /&gt;movie going public.  A lot of times one is sitting&lt;br /&gt;through this kind of movie waiting for stuff to&lt;br /&gt;blow up; it was refreshing to see an adventure&lt;br /&gt;movie in which the least interesting parts were&lt;br /&gt;the battle scenes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other movie news, I saw a wonderful movie&lt;br /&gt;at the film festival on Thursday called Wilbur&lt;br /&gt;Wants to Kill Himself.  A little slice of life dark&lt;br /&gt;comedy about working class Scottish folk.&lt;br /&gt;Which was odd because the movie was made&lt;br /&gt;by a Danish crew.  I would never have seen it&lt;br /&gt;if my friend Crystal hadn't suggested it and I&lt;br /&gt;was quite glad I did.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108224465595895226?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108224465595895226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108224465595895226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224465595895226' title='urgh'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108222244735592839</id><published>2004-04-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T10:23:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking as a fan...</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate Hyperspace, the new subscription-only&lt;br /&gt;service on the official Star Wars website.  We go to the&lt;br /&gt;movies, we buy the action figures/soundtracks/posters&lt;br /&gt;coffee mugs or whatever, give us a break already George.&lt;br /&gt;You make enough dough off of us; surely you afford to &lt;br /&gt;post some pictures from the set of episode III without&lt;br /&gt;charging us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108222244735592839?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108222244735592839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108222244735592839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222244735592839' title='speaking as a fan...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108215653844628706</id><published>2004-04-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T16:05:12.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><content type='html'>It occurs to me that I have written little if anything&lt;br /&gt;about my fat cats, while I have written plenty about&lt;br /&gt;science fiction.  So here's a few things about my cats&lt;br /&gt;because I am bored at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General George Anakin Thunk suffers from delusions&lt;br /&gt;of daintiness.  For those who have not met him in &lt;br /&gt;person, he ways about 18 pounds.  Most of it is not&lt;br /&gt;flab though; he's just a big solid cat.  He tries ever&lt;br /&gt;so valiantly to squeeze his bulk into spaces that are&lt;br /&gt;way to small for him.  It's pretty funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light will sometimes reflect off of my cats' eyes,&lt;br /&gt;to the point where all you can see are the glowing&lt;br /&gt;evil irises.  Gollum kitties.  I usually see the Gollum&lt;br /&gt;kitty phenomenon while I'm stumbling to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;half asleep in the wee hours of the morning.  That's&lt;br /&gt;all for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108215653844628706?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108215653844628706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108215653844628706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108215653844628706' title='meow'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108215616216033247</id><published>2004-04-16T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T15:58:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this evening's excitement</title><content type='html'>It involves a mug of beer and a viewing of Master and&lt;br /&gt;Commander.  I'm kicking myself for not having seen it&lt;br /&gt;in the theatre.  I'm finding that it's harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;to find the time to actually go to the theatre and see&lt;br /&gt;all the movies I want to see though.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108215616216033247?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108215616216033247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108215616216033247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108215616216033247' title='this evening&apos;s excitement'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108213830282334304</id><published>2004-04-16T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T11:01:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bands you've never heard of</title><content type='html'>Or maybe you have.  I don't know.  At any rate,&lt;br /&gt;the following two bands are kind of obscure but&lt;br /&gt;I love their music and more people should listen&lt;br /&gt;to them.  Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaxie 500-after they broke up, the lead singer&lt;br /&gt;went out to form a band called Luna, who achieved&lt;br /&gt;much wider recognition than Galaxie 500 did in &lt;br /&gt;their heyday.  G500 are similar to Luna , only I &lt;br /&gt;think they're better.  They're kind of swirly and&lt;br /&gt;drony.  They put out four records in the late 80's&lt;br /&gt;and early 90's, one of which was a live record&lt;br /&gt;recorded for Danish radio or somesuch.  Their&lt;br /&gt;best record is On Fire.  My two favourite tracks&lt;br /&gt;are called Decomposing Trees and....shoot, I&lt;br /&gt;forget the name of the second one.  It's a &lt;br /&gt;very good rainy record.  There's also a great&lt;br /&gt;cover of New Order's Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heart Throbs-if any of you out there still&lt;br /&gt;remember the Heart Throbs I'll give you a &lt;br /&gt;cookie.  I saw them on 120 Minutes sometime&lt;br /&gt;in 1990, which was probably the only time their&lt;br /&gt;video was ever aired.  The music is kind of Goth,&lt;br /&gt;lots of keyboards and swirling guitars and dark&lt;br /&gt;lyrics and such.  It's very good music for the dead&lt;br /&gt;of winter.  So why am I listening to it so much at&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of spring?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If any of you who know me in real life would&lt;br /&gt;like to borrow these cd's to burn them let me&lt;br /&gt;know.  If any of you out there who don't know&lt;br /&gt;me in real life want to discuss these bands or&lt;br /&gt;any other bands for that matter, feel free to &lt;br /&gt;leave a comment or Email me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108213830282334304?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108213830282334304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108213830282334304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108213830282334304' title='bands you&apos;ve never heard of'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108180914206163304</id><published>2004-04-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:35:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Chainsaw Massacre</title><content type='html'>     It was great.  I loved it.  I'm glad I waited to see&lt;br /&gt;this movie on a big screen with a crowd that was&lt;br /&gt;really into it as opposed to watching it by myself at&lt;br /&gt;home.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108180914206163304?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108180914206163304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108180914206163304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180914206163304' title='Texas Chainsaw Massacre'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108172143886176247</id><published>2004-04-11T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:35:43.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud of me!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to cast off!  After having several&lt;br /&gt;friends show me how in addition to sitting there for a &lt;br /&gt;while with Stitch-n-Bitch I finally got it!  I did make one&lt;br /&gt;mistake but I know what it was so I know not to do it&lt;br /&gt;on my next knitting project.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108172143886176247?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108172143886176247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108172143886176247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108172143886176247' title='I&apos;m proud of me!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108171196538496405</id><published>2004-04-11T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T12:35:33.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>     Some people are getting together with their families&lt;br /&gt;and eating ham today.  Me?  I'm going to see the Texas&lt;br /&gt;Chainsaw Massacre tonight.  I'm enjoying the fact that &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see a slasher flick on a religious holiday.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108171196538496405?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108171196538496405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108171196538496405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171196538496405' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108171102450810579</id><published>2004-04-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T12:19:52.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random (kind of sad)  memory</title><content type='html'>     Remember near the end of Indiana Jones and the &lt;br /&gt;Last Crusade when Indy is hanging on to the tank and&lt;br /&gt;the tank goes over the cliff?  For a moment there all the&lt;br /&gt;other characters think that Indy is dead.  The first time&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie when I was fourteen I actually thought&lt;br /&gt;that Indy was dead.  Just for a moment there I was &lt;br /&gt;crushed.  It was such a relief when he came crawling&lt;br /&gt;back over the edge of the cliff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If I would have seen this movie for the first time&lt;br /&gt;now, at the age of twenty-nine, I would have said to&lt;br /&gt;myself "he's not dead he'll come back any second &lt;br /&gt;now."  Chalk everything up to  loss of innocence, I&lt;br /&gt;suppose.  I can laugh at the naivete of my fourteen&lt;br /&gt;year old self thinking that Indiana Jones had really&lt;br /&gt;died for a moment.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108171102450810579?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108171102450810579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108171102450810579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171102450810579' title='random (kind of sad)  memory'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108161985688180832</id><published>2004-04-10T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T11:00:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>     Last night after a stressful night at work (Film Festival),&lt;br /&gt;I went home and watched Timeline while I knitted and&lt;br /&gt;sipped a glass of hoegarden, my new favourite beer.  &lt;br /&gt;The movie was fun but kind of lame; the perfect thing to&lt;br /&gt;which you can pay partial attention while you concentrate&lt;br /&gt;on trying to cast off.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108161985688180832?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108161985688180832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108161985688180832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161985688180832' title='Friday'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108110691993368228</id><published>2004-04-04T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T12:31:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have the right to remain silent</title><content type='html'>     While waiting for the bus sometime in the recent &lt;br /&gt;past, I saw the cops hall a couple of high school aged&lt;br /&gt;people into the paddy wagon.  While at the train &lt;br /&gt;station this past Thanksgiving, I saw several cops&lt;br /&gt;arresting a homeless man for allegedly assaulting&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Whenever I see someone getting arrested I very&lt;br /&gt;much wish I were elsewhere.  I almost feel as if I'm&lt;br /&gt;violating the privacy of both the arresters and the&lt;br /&gt;arrestee.  If those aren' t words, they are now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108110691993368228?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108110691993368228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108110691993368228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110691993368228' title='you have the right to remain silent'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108103622236313384</id><published>2004-04-03T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T15:53:02.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>     I spent this morning before work helping my&lt;br /&gt;dear friend Crystal pack for her move tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I could only help for a few hours before my shift&lt;br /&gt;began at TLA so I'm not sure how much I actually&lt;br /&gt;helped.  This is the third time since January that&lt;br /&gt;I've helped someone move.  I don't mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've been watching a wonderful show called&lt;br /&gt;Freaks and Geeks.  The entire series is coming out&lt;br /&gt;on DVD Tuesday.  It's a lot more popular now than&lt;br /&gt;when it was first on television.  Perhaps all or some&lt;br /&gt;of you are out there saying "you're just watching&lt;br /&gt;the show now?!  You'd love this show Sam how&lt;br /&gt;come you haven't seen it before?"  Hey, better&lt;br /&gt;late then never.  Tonight, as I did last night, I plan&lt;br /&gt;on going home, and kicking back with Freaks and&lt;br /&gt;Geeks, my knitting, and a pint of hoegarten.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108103622236313384?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108103622236313384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108103622236313384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108103622236313384' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108095011597231183</id><published>2004-04-02T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:57:54.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>     Last night I finally figured out how to cast on&lt;br /&gt;by myself.  I just couldn't seem to get the hang of&lt;br /&gt;it when other people would show me how to do it&lt;br /&gt;but I sat there with Stich-n-Bitch until I got it right.&lt;br /&gt;I think part of the problem is that I had a lot of&lt;br /&gt;trouble making a slipknot.  But I finally got it right&lt;br /&gt;and scarf #3 is well on its way.  Once I know I can&lt;br /&gt;make scarves without any trouble I'll move on to &lt;br /&gt;something more complex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108095011597231183?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108095011597231183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108095011597231183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095011597231183' title='yay!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108094985626268769</id><published>2004-04-02T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:53:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stellastar*</title><content type='html'>     The best part about seeing stellastar*, aside&lt;br /&gt;from the music being great, is that there is my&lt;br /&gt;friend Mike doing exactly what he's wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;all his life and being successful at it and having a &lt;br /&gt;great time.  It's great to see your friends succeed&lt;br /&gt;by doing what they love best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108094985626268769?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108094985626268769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108094985626268769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094985626268769' title='stellastar*'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108093139318028812</id><published>2004-04-02T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T10:45:52.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's f****d up!</title><content type='html'>     I was talking to a friend last night about past &lt;br /&gt;and recent romantic entanglements.  She told me&lt;br /&gt;a whopper of a story, and now I share it with you&lt;br /&gt;fine people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So said friend is on-line and starts talking to &lt;br /&gt;her then-boyfriend via IM.  Boyfriend asks if she&lt;br /&gt;has any pictures so he can see if she's pretty or&lt;br /&gt;not, NOT KNOWING THAT HE'S TALKING TO HIS&lt;br /&gt;OWN GIRLFRIEND!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108093139318028812?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108093139318028812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108093139318028812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093139318028812' title='that&apos;s f****d up!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108085249652258812</id><published>2004-04-01T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:50:54.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to April</title><content type='html'>     I'm still trying to figure out what happened to&lt;br /&gt;November.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Thanks to everyone who came and hung out&lt;br /&gt;with me on my birthday.  I had a great time.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that 29 goes better than 28 did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Gotta run now.  My break is almost over.  I'm&lt;br /&gt;anxiously awaiting going home this evening and&lt;br /&gt;curling up with a beer and my newly bought copy&lt;br /&gt;of Stitch-n-Bitch.  Joy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108085249652258812?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108085249652258812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108085249652258812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085249652258812' title='welcome to April'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108035018595903422</id><published>2004-03-26T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T17:18:58.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning songs</title><content type='html'>   Sometimes, for myself anyway, the first song or&lt;br /&gt;record I listen to in the morning sets the tone for&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day.  Or perhaps sets up my attitude&lt;br /&gt;towards the day ahead.  I like to listen to You and&lt;br /&gt;Whose Army by Radiohead, especially if I wake up&lt;br /&gt;before sunrise.  Which is when my mind is clearest.&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Wonder's Inner Visions is a good way to ease&lt;br /&gt;into the work week , as well as being one of my very&lt;br /&gt;favourite records ever.  And nothing gets me all pepped&lt;br /&gt;in the morning like the Indiana Jones theme. This&lt;br /&gt;should surprise no one.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108035018595903422?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108035018595903422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108035018595903422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035018595903422' title='morning songs'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-108033315809491855</id><published>2004-03-26T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T12:35:10.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random memory</title><content type='html'>     My high school sweetheart lived in the next town&lt;br /&gt;over.  Sometimes her and her friend would drive over&lt;br /&gt;to my parent's house at the asscrack of dawn to have&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with me.  Then they would give me a ride&lt;br /&gt;to school.  The ride to my high school would usually&lt;br /&gt;involve exceeding the speed limit and playing that&lt;br /&gt;Right Said Fred song too loud for that hour of the&lt;br /&gt;morning.  Or anytime for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-108033315809491855?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108033315809491855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/108033315809491855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108033315809491855' title='random memory'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107982104821822377</id><published>2004-03-20T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T14:19:54.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little introspection</title><content type='html'>     A friend of mine has decided to sell the house in &lt;br /&gt;which he has lived all his life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've always envied that kind of stability.  I went &lt;br /&gt;to four different elementary schools, and my family&lt;br /&gt;moved to the next town over several days before I&lt;br /&gt;was to start middle school.  I knew a lot of children&lt;br /&gt;who lived in the same house their whole lives, who&lt;br /&gt;went to school with the same people from K through&lt;br /&gt;12, and I always wondered what that must have &lt;br /&gt;been like.  My family did live in the same place from&lt;br /&gt;sixth grade until I moved to Philly though.  My little&lt;br /&gt;brother has that stability that I never had.  I don't&lt;br /&gt;suppose either way of living is better or worse, just&lt;br /&gt;different.  I may write more about this later; I've had&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts in my head for a few days now and I&lt;br /&gt;had to write them down.  However, I'm not feeling&lt;br /&gt;especially introspective right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107982104821822377?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107982104821822377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107982104821822377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982104821822377' title='a little introspection'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107974028006470533</id><published>2004-03-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T15:53:44.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>     I came home lat night to find that my neighbor's&lt;br /&gt;apartment had been robbed.  The downstairs gate&lt;br /&gt;and the door to my building are usually open so that&lt;br /&gt;people can move freely between the dental labs on&lt;br /&gt;the second floor and the dentist's office on the first&lt;br /&gt;floor.  The thief probably just strolled in off the street&lt;br /&gt;and picked the lock.  No one was hurt, no major &lt;br /&gt;damage was sustained and I don't think the thief&lt;br /&gt;stole anything terribly important.  It did put me in a&lt;br /&gt;sour mood for the rest of the evening though.  I&lt;br /&gt;did meet my neighbor though; I felt bad that we&lt;br /&gt;met under such stinky circumstances.  Turns out&lt;br /&gt;the neighbors are cat people too.  Both of the&lt;br /&gt;aforementioned doors which are usually open &lt;br /&gt;were locked today.  I'll probably buy another lock&lt;br /&gt;for my apartment door as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Yesterday I bought a sketch pad and a set of&lt;br /&gt;markers and started drawing again.  I do these&lt;br /&gt;sort of abstract optical illusion kind of things.  I&lt;br /&gt;guess it's kind of hard to describe without showing&lt;br /&gt;an actual drawing.  I don't really have any serious&lt;br /&gt;artistic intent with these pictures; they're mostly &lt;br /&gt;just fun to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107974028006470533?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107974028006470533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107974028006470533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974028006470533' title='Thursday'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107937826007718504</id><published>2004-03-15T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:20:05.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday night</title><content type='html'>     Last night I went home and instead of ordering a &lt;br /&gt;pizza I baked my own pizza even though I really&lt;br /&gt;didn't feel like cooking.  Then I watched s strange&lt;br /&gt;little movie called Return of the Jedi (it was okay)&lt;br /&gt;started re-reading Geek Love and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've been in my current apartment for two and a&lt;br /&gt;half years.  You think I'd get over the fact that I live&lt;br /&gt;alone and am quite pleased with it.  Yet sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I find myself jumping for joy about the fact that I &lt;br /&gt;don't have roommates and that the place is all mine&lt;br /&gt;and no one else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107937826007718504?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107937826007718504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107937826007718504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937826007718504' title='Sunday night'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107929361461344206</id><published>2004-03-14T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:49:14.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cell phones</title><content type='html'>     A woman came up to the counter today to return a &lt;br /&gt;video while yakking away on her cell phone.  I heard&lt;br /&gt;her say "I don't know what to do about my roommate,&lt;br /&gt;she threatened to kill herself if I moved out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I don't need to know this!  Keep you private life&lt;br /&gt;private!  This is beyond the boundary of the video&lt;br /&gt;rental relationship.  If you have to interact with &lt;br /&gt;another human being, tell the person on the other&lt;br /&gt;end of the line you'll call them back.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107929361461344206?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107929361461344206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107929361461344206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107929361461344206' title='cell phones'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107918821059652006</id><published>2004-03-13T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T06:32:29.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time ago....(potential episode three spoilers for those who still care)</title><content type='html'>     A few days ago I wrote something about being&lt;br /&gt;disenchanted with all the hype and merchandising&lt;br /&gt;and fandom surrounding my favourite space operas.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a picture of Hayden Christensen from&lt;br /&gt;episode three.  He was all beaten and bruised and&lt;br /&gt;bloodied, presumably from his duel with Obi-wan.&lt;br /&gt;He was part way through the process of becoming&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader.  All the media bullcrap surrounding &lt;br /&gt;the movies faded away and all I could think about&lt;br /&gt;was OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING MOST OF MY&lt;br /&gt;LIFE TO SEE ANAKIN BECOME VADER!!!!! It's just&lt;br /&gt;a little over a year to go.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107918821059652006?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107918821059652006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107918821059652006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918821059652006' title='A long time ago....(potential episode three spoilers for those who still care)'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107918780520364523</id><published>2004-03-13T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T06:25:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woof!</title><content type='html'>     The coolest thing happened last night.  A pair of &lt;br /&gt;very friendly stray dogs happened upon TLA video.&lt;br /&gt;A couple came in to rent and the dogs just followed&lt;br /&gt;them in.  You couldn't imagine a more friendly pair of&lt;br /&gt;doggies.  They hung out at the store until animal&lt;br /&gt;control came to take them away, which was sad.  &lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's only a 48 hour waiting period&lt;br /&gt;before they decide whether or not to put the dog&lt;br /&gt;to sleep.  However, one of my co-workers may&lt;br /&gt;adopt the pit bull.  The dogs were the best of buddies&lt;br /&gt;though.  When the one animal control guy was &lt;br /&gt;trying to put the pit bull in the truck, the other dog&lt;br /&gt;(which was a mutt) was standing at the window&lt;br /&gt;yelping.  It was nice to have a couple of vicarious&lt;br /&gt;dogs for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107918780520364523?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107918780520364523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107918780520364523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918780520364523' title='woof!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107913551716297880</id><published>2004-03-12T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:54:15.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>     I finally finished the big green scarf I started in &lt;br /&gt;November.  I had a lot of trouble casting off so I&lt;br /&gt;just yanked it off the needle.  It'll still keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some new knitting needles the other day &lt;br /&gt;and I am anxious to begin my next project.  My new&lt;br /&gt;needles are smaller and made of wood and I won't&lt;br /&gt;cast on so tight this time so hopefully it will be easier&lt;br /&gt;to cast off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I bought the Idiot's Guide to the Perfect Resume&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.  Let the job hunt begin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was going to buy some Erasure CD's yesterday&lt;br /&gt;because the cute girl who works at the coffeeshop I&lt;br /&gt;like was playing Erasure and it made my bop my head&lt;br /&gt;and be happy.  Plus, she's cute.  But a friend of a friend,&lt;br /&gt;whom I don't even know, offered to burn me some&lt;br /&gt;Erasure cds.  So I went and bought the Cocteau Twins&lt;br /&gt;Heaven or Las Vegas instead.  I've listened to it four&lt;br /&gt;or five times already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I bought a used copy of Game of Thrones the other&lt;br /&gt;day for $1.50.  It's good to know people who work at&lt;br /&gt;used bookstores.  The book is in great condition too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Spring is upon us but I'm not quite ready for it.  I&lt;br /&gt;want to do fall and winter over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107913551716297880?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107913551716297880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107913551716297880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913551716297880' title='randomness'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107868880299171709</id><published>2004-03-07T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T11:48:56.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merchandising, merchandising, merchandising</title><content type='html'>     Over the past year or so I've become less and less&lt;br /&gt;enamored of collecting Star Wars memorabilia.  For&lt;br /&gt;one thing, all the hoopla about the merchandise can&lt;br /&gt;distract you from the main thing: the movie.  There&lt;br /&gt;are Star Wars fans who go about hunting down rare&lt;br /&gt;figures but don't care too much about the movies.&lt;br /&gt;For another thing, Kenner tends to put out a million&lt;br /&gt;different versions of the same figure.  There is not&lt;br /&gt;a whole lot of variation in Darth Vader's costume&lt;br /&gt;over the course of the original trilogy; we don't need&lt;br /&gt;eighteen different action figures each with a different&lt;br /&gt;package.  For a third thing, it's more fun for me to&lt;br /&gt;spend my money on groceries than on action figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This is all part of my larger disenchantment with &lt;br /&gt;Star Wars fandom and Lucasfilm in general.  In the&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars Insider the whole issue of the Jar Jar Binks&lt;br /&gt;backlash has never been addressed.  Except for one&lt;br /&gt;time when Ahmed Best said that he gets lots of&lt;br /&gt;letters from kids who love Jar Jar.  I wish there was&lt;br /&gt;more discussion in the fan club magazine of the &lt;br /&gt;trilogies flaws as well as its virtues.   The fan club&lt;br /&gt;magazine shouldn't be a forum for butt kissing.&lt;br /&gt;Then again I suppose the magazine is really there&lt;br /&gt;to tow the corporate line.  Yes, I know that there&lt;br /&gt;are far more important things going on in the world&lt;br /&gt;and it's silly on a certain level to rant about Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;fandom but it's my blog:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107868880299171709?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107868880299171709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107868880299171709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868880299171709' title='merchandising, merchandising, merchandising'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107843029571996754</id><published>2004-03-04T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T12:00:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the King</title><content type='html'>     For me, the main thing is not so much that RotK won&lt;br /&gt;eleven Oscars.  It's sort of a validation of what us geeks&lt;br /&gt;have known all along: that sf and fantasy can be just as&lt;br /&gt;dramatic and powerful as others genres.  As far as films&lt;br /&gt;go at any rate, why does drama always have to be Meryl&lt;br /&gt;Streep dying of cancer or two people in a room arguing&lt;br /&gt;about their marriage?  Non-believers (in my opinion) &lt;br /&gt;are often distracted by all the hardware of sf and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;movies.  But Spock's death in Wrath of Kahn or Darth &lt;br /&gt;Vader's revelation at the end of Empire Strikes Back are,&lt;br /&gt;for me anyway, just as powerful on a dramatic level as&lt;br /&gt;any Meryl Streep movie.  Just because there are dragons&lt;br /&gt;or spaceships doesn't mean it can't be believable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107843029571996754?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107843029571996754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107843029571996754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843029571996754' title='Return of the King'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107792910125119074</id><published>2004-02-27T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:47:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being sick</title><content type='html'>     The good part about being sick is that you get to stay&lt;br /&gt;home and watch Hollywood classics and get lots of reading&lt;br /&gt;done.  The bad part is that, well, you're sick.  I called out&lt;br /&gt;of work sick this past Monday.  As Tuesdays and Wednesdays&lt;br /&gt;are my days off I had three days where I did little more than&lt;br /&gt;the aforementioned reading and movie watching.  I've come&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy the Once and Future King; for how well known the&lt;br /&gt;King Arthur story is and for how many times I've read it or&lt;br /&gt;seen it, it's still incredibly powerful.  I guess that's why it's&lt;br /&gt;endured for so many centuries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As far as movies go I watched the Bad and the Beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;Yankee Doodle Dandy, and How Green Was my Valley.  I&lt;br /&gt;love classic Hollywood.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107792910125119074?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107792910125119074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107792910125119074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792910125119074' title='being sick'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107731921491863924</id><published>2004-02-20T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:22:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been gone a long time...</title><content type='html'>     I figured I'd update this since I haven't done so in a &lt;br /&gt;while.  I'm not sure I have a lot to say at the moment,&lt;br /&gt;at least nothing I want to say in public here.  I'm really&lt;br /&gt;tired today because I went to bed an hour and a half&lt;br /&gt;early last night.  Consequently, I woke up an hour and&lt;br /&gt;a half early as well.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107731921491863924?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107731921491863924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107731921491863924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731921491863924' title='Been gone a long time...'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107611730904045448</id><published>2004-02-06T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T17:30:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great line george</title><content type='html'>     The funniest line (unintentionally) in Attack of the Clones&lt;br /&gt;is when Obi-wan says "Good to see you Jar Jar."  It's a&lt;br /&gt;sentiment shared by......no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107611730904045448?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107611730904045448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107611730904045448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611730904045448' title='great line george'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107559260227625178</id><published>2004-01-31T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T15:44:59.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Carol Marcus</title><content type='html'>     So at the end of Wrath of Kahn the Enterprise hauls ass&lt;br /&gt;away from the Genesis planet.  Savik, Carol Marcus and her&lt;br /&gt;son David are on board.  At the beginning of Search for Spock,&lt;br /&gt;we find out that David Marcus and Savik have gone back to&lt;br /&gt;the Genesis planet to study it.  Carol Marcus is nowhere to be&lt;br /&gt;found.  WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO CAROL MARCUS???!!!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter, but a little internal consistency would&lt;br /&gt;be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107559260227625178?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107559260227625178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107559260227625178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107559260227625178' title='Dr. Carol Marcus'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107540759514023335</id><published>2004-01-29T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T12:21:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis averted</title><content type='html'>     I 've settled on the Once and Future King and the &lt;br /&gt;Color Purple as my next two forays into the wide&lt;br /&gt;world of literature.  It's always interesting to read&lt;br /&gt;two wildly different books at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107540759514023335?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107540759514023335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107540759514023335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540759514023335' title='Crisis averted'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107506410391601938</id><published>2004-01-25T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T12:56:34.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary crisis</title><content type='html'>     Last night I finished my third run through Storm of Swords&lt;br /&gt;and now I need something new to read.  In spite of the fact&lt;br /&gt;that I have hundreds of books, I don't want to read any of&lt;br /&gt;them.  I guess this is what it feels like when you have cable&lt;br /&gt;with 350 channels and you think there's nothing on.  Since&lt;br /&gt;reading Song of Ice and Fire is such a rush, I want to keep&lt;br /&gt;a similar feeling going into the next book.  I picked up the &lt;br /&gt;Once and Future King to read on the subway today.  I'm a &lt;br /&gt;chain reader; I just don't feel right unless I have something&lt;br /&gt;to read.  I read a little bit of the Handmaid's Tale last night&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think I want to read something that political at&lt;br /&gt;the moment although I know it's something I should read&lt;br /&gt;at some point.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107506410391601938?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107506410391601938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107506410391601938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107506410391601938' title='Literary crisis'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107495456893537985</id><published>2004-01-24T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T06:30:58.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All quiet on the western front</title><content type='html'>     Nothing much going on right now.  I'm staring down the&lt;br /&gt;barrel of a twelve hour shift right now but at the moment &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling okay.  I've got my coffee (Gevalia hazelnut) and&lt;br /&gt;I'm blasting Tchaikovsky fifth symphony.  Life is good, for&lt;br /&gt;the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107495456893537985?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107495456893537985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107495456893537985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495456893537985' title='All quiet on the western front'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107444248626015416</id><published>2004-01-18T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T08:16:10.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you never know what's going to help</title><content type='html'>     Not too long ago I was having one of those deep&lt;br /&gt;soul searching conversations on the phone with my&lt;br /&gt;friend in Boston.  She was really really down in the&lt;br /&gt;dumps; I won't get into why.  Out of the corner of&lt;br /&gt;my eye I noticed one of my cats scooting across the&lt;br /&gt;floor on his butt.  Ewww.  I excused myself from the&lt;br /&gt;conversation for the moment and yelled at kitty for&lt;br /&gt;leaving a poo trail across the living room rug.  Now,&lt;br /&gt;I know that none of you out there need to be told&lt;br /&gt;about my cat's butt in any detail; however, there is&lt;br /&gt;a point to all this so stick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I got back on the phone and told my friend what&lt;br /&gt;happened and apologized for the conversation being&lt;br /&gt;interrupted by the kitty butt scoot.  She just started&lt;br /&gt;cracking up and immediately felt better.  Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is some well placed scatology:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107444248626015416?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107444248626015416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107444248626015416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444248626015416' title='you never know what&apos;s going to help'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107436828928457618</id><published>2004-01-17T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T18:35:56.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again</title><content type='html'>     The Girl Scouts are out in full force, in their annual&lt;br /&gt;attempt to turn unsuspecting citizens to the dark side&lt;br /&gt;of the force with their yummy baked goods.  There were&lt;br /&gt;several of them selling their cookies outside of Pathmark&lt;br /&gt;this morning.  Instead of plonking down all of my grocery&lt;br /&gt;money on a case of thin mints (oh yes, they are sold by&lt;br /&gt;the case) I went inside and bought fruits and veggies&lt;br /&gt;and other nutritious foods first.  I did get a box of thin&lt;br /&gt;mints on my way out.  What I'd like to do is buy them &lt;br /&gt;in bulk and store them so I can have thin mints all year&lt;br /&gt;round and not just for a couple of weeks in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107436828928457618?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107436828928457618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107436828928457618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436828928457618' title='It&apos;s that time of year again'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107436541662346142</id><published>2004-01-17T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T10:51:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way-back machine</title><content type='html'>     Last night I spent several hours on the phone with my&lt;br /&gt;friend Meredith.  I've known her for almost fourteen years.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a whole lot in common but when you've&lt;br /&gt;known someone that long it doesn't really matter.  We &lt;br /&gt;spent our time on the phone talking about high school.&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to dwell on the past, but sometimes there's&lt;br /&gt;nothing quite like going over old memories with an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;It was very comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107436541662346142?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107436541662346142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107436541662346142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436541662346142' title='the way-back machine'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107420456546323177</id><published>2004-01-15T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T14:10:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>     This comes from a friend of mine who doesn't have a &lt;br /&gt;single ounce of sci-fi/fantasy geek in him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "The only thing I want to know about elves is what&lt;br /&gt;tree they're in and where they hide the cookies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107420456546323177?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107420456546323177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107420456546323177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420456546323177' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107419566841567954</id><published>2004-01-15T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T11:42:29.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it makes me mad.....</title><content type='html'>     .....when people deliberately fail to stop or move aside&lt;br /&gt;for ambulances or firetrucks.  Sometimes there is nowhere&lt;br /&gt;drivers can go, but when they hear the sirens and just sit&lt;br /&gt;there when they can clearly get out of the way is just plain&lt;br /&gt;wrong.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107419566841567954?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107419566841567954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107419566841567954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419566841567954' title='it makes me mad.....'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107393932036797619</id><published>2004-01-12T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T12:29:58.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel</title><content type='html'>     Gabriel, for those who may not know, is my tubby&lt;br /&gt;orange tabby cat.  I'm busy so I don't spend as much&lt;br /&gt;time with my cats as I'd like.  Anakin doesn't seem to&lt;br /&gt;mind so much, but Gabriel gets insistent when he &lt;br /&gt;wants attention.  He doesn't understand that I'm &lt;br /&gt;rushing to get to work on time, or that I'm tired or in&lt;br /&gt;a bad mood.  He just sees me shooing him away.  I &lt;br /&gt;feel bad about this sometimes.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107393932036797619?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107393932036797619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107393932036797619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393932036797619' title='Gabriel'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107376028233575415</id><published>2004-01-10T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T10:47:48.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars vs. Lord of the Rings</title><content type='html'>     One of my Christmas presents from Linda was a book&lt;br /&gt;written by Andy Serkis which chronicles his experiences &lt;br /&gt;working on Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      While reading said book, it occurred to me that one&lt;br /&gt;of the things that LotR has over the Star Wars movies, &lt;br /&gt;especially the prequels, is the dedication the actors and&lt;br /&gt;filmmakers feel towards the story and the character.  &lt;br /&gt;Granted, there is a lot more detail to the characters and&lt;br /&gt;the world in Tolkien so there is more for an actor to work&lt;br /&gt;with.  But on the Star Wars movies, George Lucas would&lt;br /&gt;only give an actor the five pages of the script in which&lt;br /&gt;his or her character appears, and then fail to give much&lt;br /&gt;in the way of the character's history and how he or she&lt;br /&gt;fits into the overall story.  This may account for some of&lt;br /&gt;the less than stellar acting in the series.  Even though&lt;br /&gt;they both had small parts in the Phantom Menace, it&lt;br /&gt;would have helped if Terrance Stamp and Samuel Jackson&lt;br /&gt;had been given more information on their characters and&lt;br /&gt;where they fit into the Star Wars universe.  The cast and&lt;br /&gt;crew of LotR had a lot more to go on as far as where&lt;br /&gt;the characters fit into the grand scheme of things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107376028233575415?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107376028233575415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107376028233575415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376028233575415' title='Star Wars vs. Lord of the Rings'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107359202581517636</id><published>2004-01-08T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:01:40.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random memory</title><content type='html'>     When I was a kid, about 11 or so, there was a big&lt;br /&gt;tree in front of my house.  Its branches reached up to&lt;br /&gt;the front window on the third floor, which is where my&lt;br /&gt;bedroom was.  I used to tie strings around my Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;figures and throw them around the branches of the tree&lt;br /&gt;and pretend they were having adventures.  About a year&lt;br /&gt;after my family moved in, the city of Bethlehem decided&lt;br /&gt;that they were going to repave Seneca street and cut&lt;br /&gt;down not only the tree in front of our house, but all&lt;br /&gt;the other huge lovely trees on the block.  My parents&lt;br /&gt;started a petition against this.  They of course wanted&lt;br /&gt;to preserve the nice tree lined street.  Granted, the&lt;br /&gt;roots of these trees were tearing up the sidewalks, &lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it.  Anyway, my parents eventually&lt;br /&gt;met with the city planners in an attempt to dissuade&lt;br /&gt;them from their plan.  There was even a story about&lt;br /&gt;all this in the local section of the paper.  The city &lt;br /&gt;went ahead with their plans ad Seneca street was &lt;br /&gt;repaved, the sidewalks were re-done, and all the&lt;br /&gt;trees were uprooted.  As a sort of consolation, the&lt;br /&gt;city planted some trees that were much smaller&lt;br /&gt;along the part of the street that was reconstructed.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the city planner saying at the time that&lt;br /&gt;in 15 years these trees would grow taller and provide&lt;br /&gt;shade and what not.  And they did, though not as &lt;br /&gt;much as the huge oak tree did.  That was one of the&lt;br /&gt;issues that my parents had: they liked the fact that&lt;br /&gt;the huge tree shaded the whole front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I remember thinking at the time that I&lt;br /&gt;could not possibly envision 15 years in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think most people can when they're 11.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we are.  !5 years later on and those &lt;br /&gt;little trees they planted have grown taller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107359202581517636?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107359202581517636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107359202581517636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359202581517636' title='random memory'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107323269573280223</id><published>2004-01-04T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T08:12:45.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam gets introspective</title><content type='html'>     Nearly everyone who is important to me has a song or&lt;br /&gt;even a bunch of songs that remind of them.  Not that I&lt;br /&gt;consciously set out to assign songs to my friends or the&lt;br /&gt;women I'm dating; it's usually something I was listening to&lt;br /&gt;a lot at the time I met the person or a record or song that&lt;br /&gt;brought comfort when something big went down.  Some-&lt;br /&gt;times it's something I listened to with the person at some&lt;br /&gt;key moment in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes I'll sit and listen to a bunch of songs that&lt;br /&gt;remind me of various people and just try to remember&lt;br /&gt;how it felt.  You don't want to dwell on the past, but &lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's important to remember how it felt at the&lt;br /&gt;time.  It can be difficult when you're listening to a song &lt;br /&gt;that reminds you of someone who is no longer in your&lt;br /&gt;life for whatever reason.  Sigh.  I'm writing this now &lt;br /&gt;because I'm listening to Hyacinths and Thistles by the&lt;br /&gt;6ths, a record that reminds me of someone who is very&lt;br /&gt;important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107323269573280223?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107323269573280223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107323269573280223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323269573280223' title='Sam gets introspective'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107317352738179385</id><published>2004-01-03T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T15:46:36.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>     Welcome to my first blog entry of 2004.  It's getting&lt;br /&gt;off to a rocky start, but I have hope that things will get&lt;br /&gt;better.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107317352738179385?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107317352738179385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107317352738179385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107317352738179385' title='untitled'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107262147131826768</id><published>2003-12-28T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T06:25:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something silly</title><content type='html'>     Stormtroopers vs. orcs.  Who would win and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107262147131826768?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107262147131826768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107262147131826768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262147131826768' title='something silly'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107256825420019352</id><published>2003-12-27T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:38:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, hobbit style</title><content type='html'>     I pretty much rolled into Bethlehem on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to stuff my face until I left on the morning&lt;br /&gt;of the 26th.   My sister Erica and her boyfriend Jeremy &lt;br /&gt;a huge steak dinner on Christmas Eve.  After that, the&lt;br /&gt;rest of the family went to see my brother Elliott play his&lt;br /&gt;trumpet in a Catholic service.  Neither of us being up to&lt;br /&gt;sitting through a Catholic service on Christmas Eve,&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I stayed home, polished off the bottle of &lt;br /&gt;wine that was started at dinner, and prepared the &lt;br /&gt;scalloped potatoes for the next day's meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After opening presents the next morning we went&lt;br /&gt;to my aunt and uncle's house for fondue.  I got to see&lt;br /&gt;some friends and relatives I hadn't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;After that it was back to my parent's house for a huge&lt;br /&gt;turkey dinner, which was followed by generous portions&lt;br /&gt;of pumpkin pie and cookies.  I ate good:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107256825420019352?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107256825420019352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107256825420019352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107256825420019352' title='Christmas, hobbit style'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107185886831451916</id><published>2003-12-19T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:35:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the King</title><content type='html'>     Most of you who read my blog were there so I won't&lt;br /&gt;go into a whole lot of detail about the LotR marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;It was amazing.  My calves hurt afterwards.  My girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;was not only envious of me but she could not have gone &lt;br /&gt;anyway because she has the flu.  That's okay because &lt;br /&gt;we're going to see it on Tuesday.  Of course I had to go&lt;br /&gt;out the next day and buy the soundtrack, just like I've &lt;br /&gt;done for the past two years.  It's great except for the&lt;br /&gt;Annie Lennox song.  Then again I don't really like her&lt;br /&gt;music anyway.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107185886831451916?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107185886831451916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107185886831451916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107185886831451916' title='Return of the King'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107151687781209365</id><published>2003-12-15T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T11:36:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm super, thanks for asking</title><content type='html'>     I'm having a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First of all, I spent a good three or four hours knitting&lt;br /&gt;last night.  During that time I watched the League of&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary Gentleman.  It was a lot of fun but it fell&lt;br /&gt;apart about halfway through.  There was one  plot point&lt;br /&gt;around which the whole movie centered and it just didn't&lt;br /&gt;make any sense.  But as I said, it was still fun.  I also&lt;br /&gt;watched Seabiscuit, or at least as much of it as I could&lt;br /&gt;take.  I got the feeling from this movie that the cast and&lt;br /&gt;crew were wearing signs around their necks which read&lt;br /&gt;"will gladly give oral sex in exchange for Oscars."  I only&lt;br /&gt;lasted about 45 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When I got into work today I found that over the &lt;br /&gt;weekend a customer had left me a whole box of Swiss&lt;br /&gt;Miss and a can of whipped cream.  This morning, another&lt;br /&gt;customer gave me a cute little ceramic bear for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tomorrow is LotR day.  Needless today, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;all day.  The only bad thing about tomorrow is that I'm&lt;br /&gt;finally dating a woman who could give me a run for my &lt;br /&gt;money in the geek department and she won't be able&lt;br /&gt;to be there:(    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107151687781209365?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107151687781209365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107151687781209365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107151687781209365' title='I&apos;m super, thanks for asking'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107124968961684807</id><published>2003-12-12T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T09:22:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they DO exist</title><content type='html'>     Holiday oreos.  With red cream in the middle.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     Be prepared movienighters:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107124968961684807?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107124968961684807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107124968961684807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124968961684807' title='they DO exist'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107116678161487486</id><published>2003-12-11T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T10:20:28.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarification</title><content type='html'>     I want to clarify something I said in yesterday's &lt;br /&gt;post.  Upon reading it again, someone might take it&lt;br /&gt;to mean that I was not in favor of the ethical treatment&lt;br /&gt;of animals.  Which is most definitely not the case; I &lt;br /&gt;just don't approve of the way PETA does things some&lt;br /&gt;of the time.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107116678161487486?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107116678161487486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107116678161487486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116678161487486' title='clarification'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107110418007645264</id><published>2003-12-10T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:57:05.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA and Jesus freaks</title><content type='html'>     I used to get angry when the aforementioned folks would try to&lt;br /&gt;give me pamphlets.  Now I just smile and say thank you when they&lt;br /&gt;give me  their literature.  It's just easier that way, much as I might&lt;br /&gt;not agree with either groups' agendas.  Also, both myself and the&lt;br /&gt;pamphlet pushers feel better when you smile and take their pamphlets&lt;br /&gt;as opposed to when you scowl at them.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107110418007645264?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107110418007645264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107110418007645264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110418007645264' title='PETA and Jesus freaks'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107075414117928639</id><published>2003-12-06T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:43:02.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the scouring of the Shire</title><content type='html'>     Here's why I hate that chapter in Return of the King:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine of after the battle of Endor they showed the &lt;br /&gt;Rebels helping the Ewoks clean up litter in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;That would've been pretty boring, right?  That's what I&lt;br /&gt;think Tolkien did with the scouring of the Shire.  It should&lt;br /&gt;have been in the appendicies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107075414117928639?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107075414117928639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107075414117928639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075414117928639' title='the scouring of the Shire'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107065049201574995</id><published>2003-12-05T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:55:32.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official</title><content type='html'>     Linda and I are boyfriend and girlfriend.  I know it seems &lt;br /&gt;a bit sudden, but if you're comfortable with someone and you&lt;br /&gt;like them why wait around?  Wish me luck:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107065049201574995?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107065049201574995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107065049201574995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065049201574995' title='it&apos;s official'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107056644407175914</id><published>2003-12-04T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T11:34:43.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is good and here's why.....</title><content type='html'>1.  I'm rahter proud of the fact that I'me learning to  knit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that great at it yet, but I'm getting there.  It's&lt;br /&gt;nice to be able to look and something and say hey I made&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I had a candy cane today.  Candy canes are one of my&lt;br /&gt;favourite things about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have a date with Linda tonight.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107056644407175914?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107056644407175914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107056644407175914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107056644407175914' title='life is good and here&apos;s why.....'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107020432799918709</id><published>2003-11-30T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T06:59:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruce Almighty</title><content type='html'>      This movie came out on video this past Tuesday.  My&lt;br /&gt;question to you is WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE WANT TO &lt;br /&gt;RENT THIS STINKY TURD OF A MOVIE SO DAMN MUCH???!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to scream but Saturday night at work all I heard was&lt;br /&gt;do you have any copies of Bruce Almighty?  Everybody &lt;br /&gt;wants it; it cuts across all possible demographic groups.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why people think it's funny or worth&lt;br /&gt;watching.  I tried to watch it.  I didn't laugh once.  Are&lt;br /&gt;all my customers on crack?  Do people just have no&lt;br /&gt;quality control?  Either way, if I hear one more damn&lt;br /&gt;question about Bruce Almighty I'm cracking skulls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107020432799918709?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107020432799918709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107020432799918709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107020432799918709' title='Bruce Almighty'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107020404796590639</id><published>2003-11-30T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T06:54:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy!</title><content type='html'>     Ridley Scott is directing a movie about the Crusades&lt;br /&gt;starring Orlando Bloom.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107020404796590639?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107020404796590639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107020404796590639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107020404796590639' title='joy!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-107013233530342682</id><published>2003-11-29T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T10:59:29.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have a holly jolly etc.</title><content type='html'>     On Friday I put up my Christmas tree.  It's just a little&lt;br /&gt;plastic tree; it's about two feet high or so.  It might not be&lt;br /&gt;anything special but I like it.  I have some garland and a&lt;br /&gt;string of lights and some sanrio ornaments and some glass&lt;br /&gt;balls.  For the tree you perverts:)  I never had my own tree&lt;br /&gt;until last year when Big Sam got me this tree and the &lt;br /&gt;ornaments as a gift.  It's very relaxing to come home at&lt;br /&gt;night during the holidays and plug in the lights on your&lt;br /&gt;own Christmas tree and just relax with s beer or some hot&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or something.  I've always favoured live trees&lt;br /&gt;but it woudln't be very practical for me to have a live tree&lt;br /&gt;so I just have my little plastic one which I adore.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-107013233530342682?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107013233530342682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/107013233530342682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107013233530342682' title='have a holly jolly etc.'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106997100257628002</id><published>2003-11-27T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T14:10:35.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food hangover</title><content type='html'>     Thanks to everyone who came out to the third annual pre&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving feast.  I hope everyone had fun.  I am very tired&lt;br /&gt;after two marathon days of trips to the grocery store and&lt;br /&gt;cooking.  I should go home and sleep tonight but I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;a friend's house for turducken.  That's a duck stuffed into a &lt;br /&gt;chicken and then the chicken's stuffed into a turkey.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106997100257628002?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106997100257628002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106997100257628002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997100257628002' title='food hangover'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106968422626105628</id><published>2003-11-24T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T06:30:55.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh</title><content type='html'>     I forgot my glasses today.  Things are blurry and I have a &lt;br /&gt;headache.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106968422626105628?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106968422626105628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106968422626105628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106968422626105628' title='Urgh'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-1069607619168036</id><published>2003-11-23T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:14:07.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Two Towers extended version</title><content type='html'>     Oh joy.  It's just a better movie.  The Ents attacking the&lt;br /&gt;Orcs at Helm's Deep.  The scenes with Boromir, Farimir and&lt;br /&gt;Denethor at Osgiliath.  I was especially happy about that&lt;br /&gt;sequence because Boromir is my favourite character (with&lt;br /&gt;the possible exception of Gollum) so I was happy to see&lt;br /&gt;more of him.  It also rounded out Faramir's character a bit &lt;br /&gt;more, thereby making the changes done to his character&lt;br /&gt;from the book to the film make a bit more sense.  The new&lt;br /&gt;scenes made the movie feel more like an adaptation of the&lt;br /&gt;book and less like Braveheart in Middle-earth.  There was a&lt;br /&gt;little bit more humor in this new version, most of which didn't&lt;br /&gt;quite work.  Do we really need more Gimli humor? For my&lt;br /&gt;money, Gimli in the Two Towers is more annoying than Jar&lt;br /&gt;Jar Binks.  But it's a matter of minutes in a movie that's nearly&lt;br /&gt;four hours so it doesn't make that much difference.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-1069607619168036?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/1069607619168036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/1069607619168036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#1069607619168036' title='the Two Towers extended version'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106960697695856512</id><published>2003-11-23T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:03:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read the damn book!</title><content type='html'>     One thing I hate about working in bookstores, and also &lt;br /&gt;here at TLA, is having to do homework for people.  Lately&lt;br /&gt;we've been getting lots of students coming in and asking&lt;br /&gt;for the movie version of Othello that is closest to the play.&lt;br /&gt;I understand how school can suck the joy out of literature,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll get a better grade if you read the book.  Now I'm&lt;br /&gt;sure that some people are watching the movie in addition&lt;br /&gt;to the reading, but you can tell when that's not the case.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never fool the teacher if you just watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was even worse when I worked at Tower books.  A&lt;br /&gt;high school student came in one time and asked for Cliff&lt;br /&gt;Notes to Slaughterhouse Five and 2001.  First of all, there&lt;br /&gt;are few authors who are easier to read than Arthur C Clarke&lt;br /&gt;and Kurt Vonnegut.  You can read Slaughterhouse Five in an&lt;br /&gt;afternoon.  You can probably read the 2001 in an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;as well.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106960697695856512?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106960697695856512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106960697695856512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960697695856512' title='read the damn book!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106899474395906662</id><published>2003-11-16T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T06:59:20.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried about my friend</title><content type='html'>     I have a friend who suffers from mental illness.  It's not so &lt;br /&gt;bad that she needs to be institutionalized, but she does need&lt;br /&gt;some serious medication.  She's just taken a medical leave from&lt;br /&gt;school for the fourth or fifth time.  I'm worried because she&lt;br /&gt;recently moved several hours away from her hometown to &lt;br /&gt;make a new start at her new college.  She's miles away from&lt;br /&gt;her parents, her fiance, and any kind of immediate support&lt;br /&gt;base.  She has a doctor out where she lives but I think&lt;br /&gt;medication can only go so far.  You need your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;around to support you in situations like these.  What she&lt;br /&gt;wants to do more than anything is become a music therapist.&lt;br /&gt;How can she keep doing that if she keeps taking medical&lt;br /&gt;leaves from school?  I love my friend.  I want her to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;She does have some very real problems but I think that&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she uses her mental illness to drop out of life&lt;br /&gt;whenever things get too difficult.  Part of me thinks she &lt;br /&gt;needs a good swift kick in the ass but that's one thing&lt;br /&gt;that people who suffer from mental illness don't repsond&lt;br /&gt;to very well.  It just seems to me that she keeps making&lt;br /&gt;the same mistakes over and over.  I want to help but I&lt;br /&gt;don't know how and I'm not sure if she'll listen.  sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106899474395906662?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106899474395906662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106899474395906662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106899474395906662' title='worried about my friend'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106885374627036985</id><published>2003-11-14T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T15:53:03.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>potential Return of the King spoiler</title><content type='html'>      Rumor on the interweb is that the Saruman and Grima scenes&lt;br /&gt;are not going to be in the theatrical version of Return of the King.&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened by this, and so are Christopher Lee and Brad Dourif&lt;br /&gt;I imagine.  I was hoping they'd have the scene in which Gandalf&lt;br /&gt;treats with Saruman amongst the ruins of Isengard.  I guess I'll&lt;br /&gt;have to wait for the expanded dvd to see those scenes.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106885374627036985?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106885374627036985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106885374627036985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885374627036985' title='potential Return of the King spoiler'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106865218111128557</id><published>2003-11-13T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:43:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrix Revolutions</title><content type='html'>     I absolutely loved it.  Which is surprising because the way I&lt;br /&gt;feel about the first two Matrix movies is very similar to the way&lt;br /&gt;most people feel about the Star Wars prequels.  I didn't think I&lt;br /&gt;would like Revolutions very much but I figured I've seen the &lt;br /&gt;first two so I might as well go the whole nine yards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Maybe I liked it more because it was much more of a big war&lt;br /&gt;spectacle thing than the other two.  Revolutions had a kind of &lt;br /&gt;epic sweep that wasn't present in the first two movies.  It also&lt;br /&gt;used several mythical archetypal things (don't want to give any&lt;br /&gt;spoilers) much better than say a certain virgin birth in that movie&lt;br /&gt;with the orange frog.  They did some really interesting things &lt;br /&gt;with Neo's character.  And the final confrontation between Neo&lt;br /&gt;and Agent Smith.......it's one of the coolest things I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;in a movie.  I love Agent Smith.  You can tell that Hugo Weaving&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun playing that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There definitely were parts that made me wince.  There were&lt;br /&gt;parts where I got patient with the phony-baloney emotional &lt;br /&gt;stuff.  That's not why you buy a ticket for the Matrix.  Some of&lt;br /&gt;the philosophical mumbo jumbo was actually interesting.   I&lt;br /&gt;loved the character of the Train Man too.  I wish he would have&lt;br /&gt;been in the movie a little more.  And unlike the first two movies&lt;br /&gt;where I get a headache trying to figure out how it all works &lt;br /&gt;logically, most everything in Revolutions made sense.  I mean,&lt;br /&gt;you have to give in to movie logic but it was definitely more&lt;br /&gt;coherent than the first two movies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106865218111128557?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106865218111128557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106865218111128557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106865218111128557' title='Matrix Revolutions'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106875531788085604</id><published>2003-11-13T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:28:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something I've been wondering about....</title><content type='html'>      When you're friends with a couple who breaks up, is it &lt;br /&gt;possible to remain friends with both parties?  Or are you&lt;br /&gt;inevitably forced to pick a side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I have two friend; let's call them Bob and Jane.  Jane &lt;br /&gt;dumpe Bob recently, and quite suddenly.  Although not&lt;br /&gt;without reason.  I spend more time with Jane than I do&lt;br /&gt;with Bob, mostly because Bob has odd hours is is not a &lt;br /&gt;very social person.  Oh,  they live together too.  So I &lt;br /&gt;know Jane's side of the story very well and I've offered&lt;br /&gt;to let her stay at my place if she needs too.  But since&lt;br /&gt;Bob's also my friend I feel obliged to help him too.  I&lt;br /&gt;don't know; there isn't really an answer.  I'm just airing&lt;br /&gt;out my thoughts.  Isn't that what blogs are for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106875531788085604?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106875531788085604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106875531788085604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875531788085604' title='something I&apos;ve been wondering about....'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106839001970741977</id><published>2003-11-09T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T07:49:30.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more Return of the Jedi stuff</title><content type='html'>     So as eight year old boys in 1983, our focus was probably more&lt;br /&gt;on the action and the spectacle rather than the finer points of the&lt;br /&gt;story.  We were still blown away by the whole twin thing but I &lt;br /&gt;remember many conversations along the lines of "Luke did that&lt;br /&gt;awesome triple back flip during the battle at the Sarlaac pit!"&lt;br /&gt;Those kinds of things didn't impress me so much.  I think that&lt;br /&gt;even as a kid I knew that it was the story and the characters that&lt;br /&gt;mattered, even if I couldn't articulate that at the time.  The action&lt;br /&gt;only matterd because you loved those characters and care deeply&lt;br /&gt;about what happened to them, which is one of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Matrix fan.  You don't give a squat about any of them as&lt;br /&gt;characters.  But I'll save that rant for after I see the new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Right now my favourite part in Jedi is probably when Luke&lt;br /&gt;talk to Kenobi's ghost on Dagobah.  Because of the prequels&lt;br /&gt;that scene has even more dramatic weight to it.  It'a also&lt;br /&gt;because I think that Obi-wan is my favourite character in the&lt;br /&gt;whole saga.  He carries around a tremendous burden of guilt&lt;br /&gt;through the whole thing, which I don't think is entirely justified&lt;br /&gt;on his part, and that scene on Dagobah is really a sort of &lt;br /&gt;coming to terms with his burden.  Obi-wan may not have been&lt;br /&gt;as good a teacher as Yoda, but I think the blame lies largely&lt;br /&gt;with Anakin being a bad pupil rather than Obi-wan being a bad&lt;br /&gt;mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I also love the scene in which the Rebel fleet arrives at the &lt;br /&gt;Death Star.  They're ready to blow the thing to kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;but they can't because the shield is still up.  I love the music in&lt;br /&gt;that scene too; and sometimes the lead-up to the battle can be&lt;br /&gt;just as exciting as the battle itself, if not more.  And Vader sans&lt;br /&gt;mask.  Just as powerful as Spock's death in Wrath of Kahn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So in 1983 the story was finished, but not really.  In 2005&lt;br /&gt;the story really will be finished.  Episode 3 will contain all the &lt;br /&gt;stuff that we've been looking forward too since we knew there&lt;br /&gt;was a back story.  I think this also accounts for the generally&lt;br /&gt;negative reaction to the first two prequels but that's another&lt;br /&gt;rant entirely.  I think I'll need to strapped into my seat for the&lt;br /&gt;final confrontation between Anakin and Obi-wan.  That's it for&lt;br /&gt;now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106839001970741977?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106839001970741977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106839001970741977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106839001970741977' title='more Return of the Jedi stuff'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106831823158464142</id><published>2003-11-08T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T11:03:49.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>big long rant about Return of the Jedi-you've been warned</title><content type='html'>     I usually only watch RotJ about once a year or so, it being my&lt;br /&gt;least favourite of the original trilogy.  Which really isn't saying much&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who know me in real life.  At any rate,  I've watched&lt;br /&gt;it four times in the past few months.  I suppose this is largely &lt;br /&gt;because episode 3 finished filming not too long ago, and the&lt;br /&gt;anticipation for that is very similar to the anticipation which lead up&lt;br /&gt;to the release of RotJ in 1983.  Only this time it really is the end of&lt;br /&gt;the Star Wars saga, whereas in 1983 it was sort of that's it for&lt;br /&gt;the immediate future, but there's more of the story to tell and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to it someday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     There were all sorts of questions that we wanted answered in &lt;br /&gt;Jedi, as well as characters we heard about in the first two movies&lt;br /&gt;but never met up to that point.  Will Luke finish his training?  What&lt;br /&gt;is Han's fate?  Is Vader really the father?  How will the Rebellion&lt;br /&gt;triumph over the Empire?  (come on, there was no doubt in 1983&lt;br /&gt;that the good guys were going to win.)  I remember also being &lt;br /&gt;really excited because we finally got to see Jabba the Hutt and&lt;br /&gt;the Emperor.  And who can forget the great big grand-daddy of&lt;br /&gt;all the really cool stuff the Rotj would inevitably contain: seeing&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader with out his mask.  I mean, holy shit!  Oh yeah, and&lt;br /&gt;the whole twin thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I remember that back then for some reason my parents &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't take me too see the movie.  I didn't actually get to see&lt;br /&gt;it until it had been out for two months.  Of course by then I had&lt;br /&gt;already read the comic book and listened to the other kids at day&lt;br /&gt;care endlessly talk about the movie.  No matter.  I don't really&lt;br /&gt;remember what my first impressions were of the movie at the&lt;br /&gt;time.  I do remember thinking it was really funny when the Ewok&lt;br /&gt;conked himself in the head with the slingshot thingy.  Of course&lt;br /&gt;it's so entrenched now that it's a moot point what my first &lt;br /&gt;impression of it was then.  OKay time to go to work.  More&lt;br /&gt;later... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106831823158464142?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106831823158464142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106831823158464142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831823158464142' title='big long rant about Return of the Jedi-you&apos;ve been warned'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106823085683107972</id><published>2003-11-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:47:34.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien</title><content type='html'>     When you've only seen a movie on home video for most of &lt;br /&gt;your life, seeing it on the big screen is like seeing it for the first&lt;br /&gt;time.  This was most certainly the case with Alien.  Yay Jesus&lt;br /&gt;for making it his movie night pick.  Now if they would only&lt;br /&gt;re-release Star Trek II in theatres I'd be happy.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106823085683107972?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106823085683107972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106823085683107972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823085683107972' title='Alien'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106821693010358356</id><published>2003-11-07T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T06:55:28.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next!</title><content type='html'>     Halloween is over (sigh), now it's on to the Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Christmas New year's rush.  I wish these holidays could have&lt;br /&gt;been spaced out a little more evenly.  With Thanksgiving and&lt;br /&gt;Christmas it is sometimes difficult to relax and just have fun;&lt;br /&gt;not so with Halloween.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106821693010358356?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106821693010358356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106821693010358356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821693010358356' title='Next!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106778426942615544</id><published>2003-11-02T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T06:44:27.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry David ball</title><content type='html'>     Oh so much fun.  I was walking around the whole like Harpo Marx&lt;br /&gt;just gawking at all the costumes.  There was even another Indiana &lt;br /&gt;Jones there.  I thought he had the better costume but he thought&lt;br /&gt;mine was better.  There were about half a dozen people dressed as&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman.  There were dozens of pimp costumes; it got played&lt;br /&gt;out after a while.  I saw a kick ass Boba Fett.  Lots of Carmen Mirandas.&lt;br /&gt;One couple dressed up as Darkness and Lily from Legend.  A group&lt;br /&gt;of people went as the fat ballerinas from Fantasia.  They were fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think the best costume I saw all night was the couple who went&lt;br /&gt;as the fountain from Rockafeller center.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And I got my picture taken with Ed Rendell!  He was there working&lt;br /&gt;the crowd and me friends and I introduced ourselves.  Later on we&lt;br /&gt;went up to get our picture taken with him and I was going to take it&lt;br /&gt;but then he said hey Indy get in here and he had his security guy&lt;br /&gt;take the picture.  I met Sam Katz too.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106778426942615544?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106778426942615544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106778426942615544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106778426942615544' title='Henry David ball'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106764299692980730</id><published>2003-10-31T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T15:29:55.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh joyful day!</title><content type='html'>     I have gotten many comments on my costume today.  A couple&lt;br /&gt;of people weren't sure what I was dressed as until they saw the&lt;br /&gt;whip dangling from my belt.  I do kind of wish Dr. Jones had a&lt;br /&gt;trademark line though; alas there isn't really a "here's looking at&lt;br /&gt;you kid" or "may the force be with you" in the Indy flicks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Is it too early to start brainstorming for next year?  I've got so&lt;br /&gt;many costume ideas.  I almost wish Halloween were twice a year,&lt;br /&gt;but it might not be as special if that were so.  One of the reasons&lt;br /&gt;that Halloween is so much fun is that it's a relatively stress free &lt;br /&gt;holiday, costume anxiety aside.  Some kind of family bad juju or&lt;br /&gt;stress pops up at Christmas, you're worried about what to get&lt;br /&gt;everyone, should you do Christmas with you friends or go and&lt;br /&gt;visit your family; Thanksgiving is  pretty much the same thing but&lt;br /&gt;without presents.  With Halloween it's just dress up like a freak&lt;br /&gt;and go wreck havoc.  Yay havoc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106764299692980730?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106764299692980730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106764299692980730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106764299692980730' title='Oh joyful day!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106752561001658570</id><published>2003-10-30T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T06:53:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been working with porn for too long</title><content type='html'>     I was in line at the drug store yesterday and I noticed a new &lt;br /&gt;snack food from Planters called nut poppers.  Oh the self control&lt;br /&gt;to keep myself from laughing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106752561001658570?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106752561001658570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106752561001658570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106752561001658570' title='I&apos;ve been working with porn for too long'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106728502746950033</id><published>2003-10-27T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T12:03:47.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Halloween the most wonderful time of the year to heck with Christmas!</title><content type='html'>     Much praise goes to Neil for an awesome Halloween party.&lt;br /&gt;On the actual day itself I'll be going to the Henry David ball.  The&lt;br /&gt;only downside of that is that it's supposed to be sunny and seventy&lt;br /&gt;degrees on Friday and I'm supposed to walk around in a leather&lt;br /&gt;jacket all day.  Oh yes, I do plan on wearing my costume to work:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106728502746950033?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106728502746950033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106728502746950033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728502746950033' title='Yay Halloween the most wonderful time of the year to heck with Christmas!'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106703617872780735</id><published>2003-10-24T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T15:56:18.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>     Today I found the jacket for my Indiana Jones costume.  No doubt&lt;br /&gt;some of you reading this will see it tomorrow night.  I found it at Kmart&lt;br /&gt;and it was 40% off.  Then I went to I-Goldberg and they were playing&lt;br /&gt;the Empire Strikes Back soundtrack over the PA system.  Not a bad way&lt;br /&gt;to start the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106703617872780735?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106703617872780735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106703617872780735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703617872780735' title='Halloween'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106693794744185366</id><published>2003-10-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:39:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for love Dr. Jones</title><content type='html'>     I spent my days off this week watching the Indiana Jones dvds.  &lt;br /&gt;Raiders is still the best of the series.  I think that by the time they got to&lt;br /&gt;Last Crusade the well was running a little dry but it's still a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;Temple of Doom has the weakest script and a heroin who has no real&lt;br /&gt;reason to be there except that there needs to be a girl in this kind of&lt;br /&gt;movie.  In Raiders, Marion had the headpiece to the staff of Ra and in&lt;br /&gt;Last Crusade Dr. Schneider was a Nazi looking for the Grail.  Willie&lt;br /&gt;Scott was there just to scream and get bugs dropped on her.  A lot&lt;br /&gt;of people complain about the stereotypes in Temple of Doom; I can&lt;br /&gt;definitely see their point.  Still, I don't watch an Indiana Jones movie&lt;br /&gt;for an accurate reflection of reality.  It's an adventure story.  All in &lt;br /&gt;all though, Temple of Doom has the weakest script of the three.  &lt;br /&gt;Raiders has a kind of Grant/Hepburn feel to it which is why it's&lt;br /&gt;my favourite.  Part of me wishes that they wouldn't do Indy 4.&lt;br /&gt;After all, the third movie was called the Last Crusade.  Still,&lt;br /&gt;Indy 4 is supposed to come out the same summer as epsiode III&lt;br /&gt;and that's just too much for me to pass up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106693794744185366?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106693794744185366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106693794744185366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693794744185366' title='No time for love Dr. Jones'/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106657481703423973</id><published>2003-10-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T08:00:07.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     The following was prompted by Sarcasmo's entry from a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I don't want children of my own.  I've got nothing against them, I just don't&lt;br /&gt;want the responsibilty.  I'm barely responsible for my own life; I don't think I &lt;br /&gt;can be responsilbe for the life of a little person who can fend for him or her self.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'd also worry about making mistakes that the kid would be blaming&lt;br /&gt;me for in therapy thirty years down the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Forutnately, my parents aren't the types to wonder where the grandkids &lt;br /&gt;are.  A friend of my mother's asked her once if I planned on getting married&lt;br /&gt;and raising a family.  I think mom repsonded with a polite chuckle.  While I &lt;br /&gt;do want to get married a family is very much out of the question.  However&lt;br /&gt;much I don't understand the impulse to want to have babies, I do have a&lt;br /&gt;very healthy repsect for those who do have children.  It's tough.  Just &lt;br /&gt;looking at the faces of some of the parents who come into my store ......&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they do it but more power to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106657481703423973?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106657481703423973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106657481703423973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106657481703423973' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106605173079302712</id><published>2003-10-13T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T06:29:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Yesterday the Columbus Day parade was going all up and down Broad Street,&lt;br /&gt;which was amusing for a while but then it just got on my nerves.  I had to leave.  I&lt;br /&gt;thought I'd go see Kill Bill, which I had reservations about but I wanted to see it &lt;br /&gt;because I loved Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction.  I should have listened to my&lt;br /&gt;reservations.  I HATED it.  Hate hate hate.  It was nothing but an exercise in style.&lt;br /&gt;There was no point to any of it other than to splatter lots of blood across the screen.&lt;br /&gt;And there was hardly any dialogue!  That's what I loved about his other films!  The&lt;br /&gt;words in this movie made me long for the divine poetry of the Phantom Menace and&lt;br /&gt;Matrix Reloaded.  There was an anime sequence too.  Can't stand anime.  There was&lt;br /&gt;no moral center to the movie ala Samuel Jackson's character in Pulp Fiction.  Maybe&lt;br /&gt;it's just me;  I never was a fan of the cheesy chopsocky flicks which inspired Kill&lt;br /&gt;Bill.  There was just lots of violence with no point.  And it was sooooo slow.  I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship of the Ring is three and a half hours long and it moved quicker than&lt;br /&gt;Kill Bill.  Speaking of which, they did show the Return of the King preview.  Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;I should've just left after that.   I'd already gotten my $7.50 worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106605173079302712?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106605173079302712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106605173079302712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605173079302712' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106591281058631493</id><published>2003-10-11T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T15:53:54.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Big Sam just came down on my break tonight and gave me a mix cd and drove me&lt;br /&gt;to Burger King.  I'm feeling pretty good right about now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106591281058631493?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106591281058631493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106591281058631493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106591281058631493' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106563130504581502</id><published>2003-10-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T09:41:44.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     My boss played a cruel joke on the new girl yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He told her to ask me what my favourite movie was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106563130504581502?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106563130504581502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106563130504581502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563130504581502' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106536912165290288</id><published>2003-10-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T08:52:01.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     So far today I've had to listen to 2 records by the Mahavishnu Orchestra.  URGH!&lt;br /&gt;Max is getting an earful of the Star Trek II soundtrack when my turn for music comes&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106536912165290288?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106536912165290288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106536912165290288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106536912165290288' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106510092848340008</id><published>2003-10-02T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T06:22:08.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     I spelled cardamom wrong in yesterday's entry.  Mmmmm, cardamom.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106510092848340008?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106510092848340008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106510092848340008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510092848340008' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106505240311764422</id><published>2003-10-01T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:53:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     So when we all get together and open the geek mall, we have to have a restaraunt that serves sf and fantasy&lt;br /&gt;food.   Sometimes I'm reading books and they describe the food and it just sounds so tasty.  For instance, the butter&lt;br /&gt;beer from the Harry Potter books.  The spice beer and spice coffee from Dune.  I think if you mix cinnamon and &lt;br /&gt;cardoman you'd come pretty close to what melange might taste like.  And of course you'd have to serve the blue&lt;br /&gt;milk from Star Wars.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106505240311764422?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106505240311764422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106505240311764422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106505240311764422' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106416268341813942</id><published>2003-09-21T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T09:44:43.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/zone/c/o/corya/skygun.jpg.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106416268341813942?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106416268341813942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106416268341813942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416268341813942' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106415547690497359</id><published>2003-09-21T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T07:44:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     I think I'm already used to the glasses.  Which is good because I'll need them to&lt;br /&gt;read Quicksilver on Tuesday!  Yay!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106415547690497359?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106415547690497359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106415547690497359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106415547690497359' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106408042393225614</id><published>2003-09-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T10:53:43.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     I saw Christmas lights on sale at Walgreen's this morning.  This is the earliest&lt;br /&gt;I've ever seen Christmas stuff on sale.  It freaked me out a little.  Not that I don't&lt;br /&gt;like Christmas; I do very much.  Especially last Christmas because it was the first&lt;br /&gt;time I ever had my own tree.  It's just that I'm still wondering what happened to &lt;br /&gt;June; I can't think about Christmas yet.  I'm not even done figuring out what I'm&lt;br /&gt;doing with Halloween.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106408042393225614?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106408042393225614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106408042393225614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106408042393225614' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106399405554020590</id><published>2003-09-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T10:54:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     I got my glasses today.  I didn't realize how blurry the world was until I put them&lt;br /&gt;on.  I really needed them and I probably should have gotten them much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I watched House of 1,000 Corpses again last night with my friends Will and&lt;br /&gt;Crystal.  I think I deserve a medal or something.  It's not quite so bad once you've&lt;br /&gt;had a couple of beers; however, that doesn't make it Citizen Kane.  I hope I don't&lt;br /&gt;have to see it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106399405554020590?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106399405554020590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106399405554020590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106399405554020590' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106357141664315693</id><published>2003-09-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:30:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     A Jewish guy came in the store last night to rent Jerry Seinfeld's&lt;br /&gt;Comedian and Triumph of the Will.  Much laughter ensued.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106357141664315693?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106357141664315693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106357141664315693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106357141664315693' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106347477772453951</id><published>2003-09-13T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T10:40:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     I bought new music today, for the first time since the last time I bought new&lt;br /&gt;music.  Well, neither of the cd's I bought are new; Uncle Tupelo broke up 10 years&lt;br /&gt;ago and the Ben Folds solo record is two years old.  I was already familiar with&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Tupelo but I hadn't heard the Ben Folds cd before.  It's hardly different from&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds Five.  I like the way he manages to be exuberant and sad at the same&lt;br /&gt;time.  Sometimes I'm not sure if I want to cry or jump for joy when I play one of&lt;br /&gt;his records.  It's a tricky thing to do and I can't think of very many bands who can&lt;br /&gt;do it well.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106347477772453951?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106347477772453951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106347477772453951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106347477772453951' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106328826946233598</id><published>2003-09-11T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T06:51:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Two years ago today was my first day to realx in my new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bubblebath and went out for coffee.  I didn't even find out what&lt;br /&gt;happened until I called Jill around 10:30 that morning.  She said she was&lt;br /&gt;freaking out and I asked why and I didn't believe what she said at first. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, this sort of thing only happens in movies, right?  I spent most of&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day wathcing the news.  I remember feeling somewhat&lt;br /&gt;guilty about going to the grocery store that afternoon but life does go&lt;br /&gt;on, right?  I got so caught up in watching the news that I even forgot&lt;br /&gt;about two of my oldest friends who live in New York who were okay&lt;br /&gt;as it turned out.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106328826946233598?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106328826946233598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106328826946233598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328826946233598' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106305446173586240</id><published>2003-09-08T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T13:54:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     The teller at the bank I go to for TLA just had a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor swore up and down that she was going to have a&lt;br /&gt;girl.  All of the woman's friends had a baby shower and got her&lt;br /&gt;stuff that's all pink and frilly.  My suggestion was that the kid&lt;br /&gt;could get a head start on being a drag queen.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106305446173586240?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106305446173586240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106305446173586240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305446173586240' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106295054291922903</id><published>2003-09-07T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T09:02:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     It is absolutely dead today at TLA.  The good side: I can spend&lt;br /&gt;lots of time messing around on the Internet.  The bad side:  this day&lt;br /&gt;is going to go by soooo slow.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106295054291922903?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106295054291922903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106295054291922903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295054291922903' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106289039861074558</id><published>2003-09-06T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T16:23:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     I would have rather spent the day in the park reading Dune: Butlerian&lt;br /&gt;Jihad.  It was a lovely day outside and I like the Dune prequels a lot more&lt;br /&gt;than the last couple of Dune books that Frank Herbert wrote.  Heretics was&lt;br /&gt;pretty good, but Chapterhouse stunk.  Sure, Dune prequels aren't really&lt;br /&gt;neccessary, but they make for good reads.  Probably nothing you'll want&lt;br /&gt;to read more than once but they keep one occupied while taking public&lt;br /&gt;transportation.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106289039861074558?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106289039861074558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106289039861074558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106289039861074558' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106269992841298915</id><published>2003-09-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T11:25:28.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I did find one flaw in Casablanca.  In reality it is highly improbable&lt;br /&gt;that a key figure in the French resistance would be able to roam around&lt;br /&gt;freely in Vichy occupied territory.  He would've been put in a concentration&lt;br /&gt;camp the minute the Nazis knew he was in Casablanca.  But it's movie&lt;br /&gt;logic versus reality.  The story works so who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106269992841298915?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106269992841298915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106269992841298915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269992841298915' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-1062699633361068</id><published>2003-09-04T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T11:20:33.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's the little things that get you through the day. &lt;br /&gt;For instance, first thing Sunday morning a customer came into&lt;br /&gt;my store carrying her pet rabbit.  Lots of customers bring in &lt;br /&gt;their dogs, far fewer bring their cats, but nobody ever brought&lt;br /&gt;in a rabbit.  It cheered me up for the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-1062699633361068?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/1062699633361068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/1062699633361068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#1062699633361068' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106209331985786668</id><published>2003-08-28T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T10:55:19.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I went to the trouble to set this up so I might as well post here.  Everybody should watch Casablanca, especially&lt;br /&gt;if you've never seen it.  If you've seen it doznes of times, watch it again.  It's a perfect movie.  Not a single false note or&lt;br /&gt;weak scene in the entire movie.  It's not neccessarily my favourite movie ever but it's far up on the list.  Besides, very&lt;br /&gt;few movies are perfect.  Even the ones that I love.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106209331985786668?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106209331985786668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106209331985786668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209331985786668' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737191.post-106203939068434771</id><published>2003-08-27T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T19:57:22.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my fisrt post here.  Please by kind.  I just wanted to break in my new blog.  Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737191-106203939068434771?l=pigmybear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106203939068434771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737191/posts/default/106203939068434771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigmybear.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106203939068434771' title=''/><author><name>sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13571184746703429118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
