<?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-9215561937040063174</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:35:28.338-05:00</updated><category term='alien spaceship'/><category term='robots in the home'/><category term='easter sucks'/><category term='flooding'/><category term='futurama'/><category term='cd importing'/><category term='Antarctica'/><category term='chocolate sucks'/><category term='insane q a'/><category term='random bitching'/><category term='faith no more'/><category term='twisted sense of humour'/><category term='dressed to kill'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='douglas adams'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='updates'/><category term='winter'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='facebook sucks'/><category term='gene simmons'/><category term='commercials bratz winter doctor'/><category term='caffeine'/><category term='time periods'/><category term='come on spring'/><category term='ghosts'/><category term='loner day'/><category term='podcasts'/><category term='creativity rules'/><category term='damn leafs'/><category term='fall down drunk'/><category term='family day'/><category term='stranger in a strange land'/><category term='holiday cards'/><category term='sims 3'/><category term='comments'/><category term='2008'/><category term='killing the sims'/><category term='crazy cleaning bitches'/><category term='friends'/><category term='new job'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='random links'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='public service'/><category term='kitty litter'/><category term='new list'/><category term='newsgroup fiction'/><category term='spring sucks'/><category term='book club'/><category term='good sleep wanted'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='ice castles'/><category term='remembering'/><category term='no more cameras'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='typing with feet'/><category term='halloween pumpkins'/><category term='rick mercer'/><category term='cold'/><category term='dune'/><category term='april fools'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='I&apos;m a winner'/><category term='insanetalk'/><category term='pillows'/><category term='new gingerale'/><category term='stupid tv'/><category term='hardcore'/><category term='hitting rock bottom'/><title type='text'>Broken Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>Randomness, insanity, chaos and other useless information from the chick who brings you TheInsaneDomain.com.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7446089486397714441</id><published>2011-10-19T10:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:39:17.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget ALL of it.</title><content type='html'>No one reads this site, so it's a waste of time to write anything for it.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for TheInsaneDomain.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, a long time ago. Now it's dead and no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7446089486397714441?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7446089486397714441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7446089486397714441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7446089486397714441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7446089486397714441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-one-reads-this-site-so-its-waste-of.html' title='Forget ALL of it.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-3332672039168633635</id><published>2011-08-27T22:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:54:30.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.theinsanedomain.com/insaneqa/jcp.html?strdate=8/27/2011"&gt;I actually updated the insane q&amp;amp;a's!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you as shocked as I am? I'd tell you that I'm working on trying to get the site back into shape, but you've heard it all before and don't want your heart broken again. You know I will break it, but let's hope it's after there really is a meaningful website update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/theinsanedomain"&gt;I'm twitting my freakin face off!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that people really have nothing better to do with their lives than to read other people's random insanity, and hey, &lt;a href="http://www.theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/thoughts.htm"&gt;we are the ORIGINAL insane thoughts and ideas people&lt;/a&gt;. So I will post a stream of totally random and likely useless things. Things like quotes, random things I hear, band name ideas, and answers to questions you were afraid to ask so you didn't. Why won't I have it directly post to facebook? Well that'd just be REALLY annoying. This is just for people who like that twitter thing and like to watch how I don't know how to use it well, but it's insane so that's gotta be good right? (You can't miss gold like THAT sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&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/9215561937040063174-3332672039168633635?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3332672039168633635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=3332672039168633635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3332672039168633635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3332672039168633635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-actually-updated-insane-q-are-you-as.html' title='Believe it or not?!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5113725583641152388</id><published>2011-04-14T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:12:58.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Follow me. I dare you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone said "take me to your leader", it wouldn't be me they'd be brought to. I have two followers on both this site and twitter - and they are the two same people. I know they're just being nice. (Well, one of them is being nice and the other will visit it to laugh at me and mock me.) Maybe it's because they don't know that the last group of people I 'led' ended up drinking something strange and thought they were aliens for a few weeks. Either way - more people should follow me, I'll be better this time. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/theinsanedomain"&gt;Twitter feed now&lt;/a&gt;. It's twice as boring at this place, but less wordy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5113725583641152388?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5113725583641152388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5113725583641152388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5113725583641152388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5113725583641152388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/follow-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7330921079423270476</id><published>2010-12-06T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:33:40.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality shows make us feel better.</title><content type='html'>Watch the first 10-15 minutes of "reality shows" and you'll feel like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;With many of these, they address the problem(s) and have it all nice and taken care of by the end, so just watch the first bit and you'll feel better about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fat?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Biggest Loser and you'll think "Boy, I'm skinny compared to these people!" (Tune in at the beginning of the season.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a lousy parent?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Supernanny or Nanny911 and you'll think "I'm the best parent ever, with awesome kids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like your house is a mess?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Hoarders and you'll think "I'm a neat-freak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like you're addicted to coffee/smoking/chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Intervention and you'll think "Wow, my vices are NOTHING. Hell I can quit NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like your family is all drama and stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;Watch any of those celebrity family shows and you'll think "At least MY family isn't a bunch of brain-dead idiots who will do anything for some face-time on tv!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like you're wasting your life away working?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Shark Tank or Dragon's Den and you'll think "At least I'm not pissing away my time and money on ridiculous business ideas/products that are openly mocked by billionaires!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting comments about your bad driving?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Canada/America's Worst Driver and you'll feel like the safest person on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure of your handwork around the house?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Canada's Worst Handyman and think "Hey, at least I know not to hammer in screws!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7330921079423270476?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7330921079423270476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7330921079423270476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7330921079423270476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7330921079423270476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/reality-shows-make-us-feel-better.html' title='Reality shows make us feel better.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-6144725937112242127</id><published>2010-12-06T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:27:04.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO cheer HERE time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/nocheerhereHQ.htm"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TPzyl1EmpRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SUj3QdX0rCQ/s320/nocheerhere.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/sucks.htm"&gt;What SUCKS about the holidays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The ever growing list of things that SUCK about the holidays. Or should we call it the holidaze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/santasatan.htm"&gt;Santa IS Satan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bwahaha - you know it's true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/santasatan.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/giftssuck.htm"&gt;Gifts that suck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/giftssuck.htm" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On facebook? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/edit/?id=143039277512&amp;amp;sk=picture#%21/pages/TheInsaneDomaincom/143039277512"&gt;Join us and add your OWN stuff that sucks about the holidays! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-6144725937112242127?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6144725937112242127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=6144725937112242127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/6144725937112242127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/6144725937112242127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-cheer-here-time.html' title='NO cheer HERE time!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TPzyl1EmpRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SUj3QdX0rCQ/s72-c/nocheerhere.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-8290850360565605626</id><published>2010-11-26T12:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:51:46.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite things</title><content type='html'>I've been seeing/hearing a lot of blah blah blah about Oprah, and apparently she has favorite things. What makes her so special that everyone cares about her favourtie things? I have favourite things too - and if she can pelt you all with them, so can I. Just because she picks commercial products doesn't mean I have to either. I'm going to guess that she's got a whole pile of her favourites too, but I'm just going to list 10, mostly because no one is sponsoring me, giving me things for free OR going to read this and think "Hey, I should get these things!" It's purely an exercise in futility, but I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you go wrong here - it's hot, it's awesome and it has caffeine. No year is a good year without it. And even if it is a bad year, coffee will help you through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Flannel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read that right. Be it blankets, sheets or comfy pj pants, flannel is THE way to go. It's warm, it's fuzzy and it's not a hair-magnet like fleece is. It's available in many colors and designs - allowing you to have awesome comfy pants that reflect your true personality. Yay for flannel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Jupiter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the planet Jupiter. It's huge, it's awesome and it's out there RIGHT NOW just spinning around and doing what Jupiter does best. It has lots of interesting moons too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Coffee mugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them, my hands would get burnt while trying to get the coffee to my mouth and I'd cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sketchbooks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about anyone else, but I always have at least one on the go. I'd be stuck watching horrible TV that my husband/visitors/family like watching and would end up being so sarcastic that they'd strangle me if I didn't have something to distract me. Also, I like drawing. No, I don't draw horses or unicorns or anything like that - I'd be hard pressed to draw anything like that - I draw abstract things. Don't go looking for my art in a gallery near you, it's not there but I do accept offers for those wishing to buy them. Well, I would if anyone offered that is. (Don't get all offended if you ARE my husband/visitors/family and I whip out the sketchbook - it's nothing against you, it's just what I like to do. It shuts me up (mostly) so be thankful I'm not yammering over your favourite shows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Cheddar cheese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't life without some cheddar cheese; the older the better. I can't say enough about how much I love cheddar cheese - so I just won't try. For all those that are lactose intolerant, I feel super sorry for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Gingerbread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the holidays are rolling in, the availability of gingerbread products has reminded me how awesome they are. Gingerbread cookies are awesome - and I prefer them without any embellishments - no icing, sparkles or whatever else. Just give me the straight gingerbread. I'm a fan of most ginger products actually, snaps, ginger ale, root beer and so on. I'm not a fan of super-sugary gingerbread, but I'll still eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Toilet paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh - it's important. Without it, we'd be picking leaves out in the forest and running the risk of selecting WRONG. Though, you can go wrong with toilet paper too. Ready for TMI? I thought I was getting a yeast infection one time because the paper we bought was SO rough and horrible. Seeing as I'd never had an infection before, I was all panicked, and then realized it was ONLY after using the paper that I'd feel like something was going horribly wrong. I switched out all the rolls in the house with DECENT toilet paper and sure enough, all was well again. When you're a guy, it might not matter as much if you sandpaper off your ass hair, but when you're a chick, it's not just your ass that is getting mauled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Plastic bins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, I know but damn, these things are useful. I can sort out things, stack them away in a corner and wait for hell to freeze over. If it weren't for these, I'd have to use cardboard ones that fall apart, get wet and destroy things and don't have nice little handles and lids. If I were to chop up a body and need to get it out of the house cleanly, I'd be using a plastic bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Digital cameras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently purchased a Sony a330 and I like it a lot. I can point it at things and take photos. I can give it different lenses. I can play around with the settings and make it do what I want. I like it, I like it a lot. I've had a digital camera for well over 10 years now and they're great. Taking hundreds of photos and then deciding which I want printed has saved me a LOT of money over the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-8290850360565605626?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8290850360565605626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=8290850360565605626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8290850360565605626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8290850360565605626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/favourite-things.html' title='Favourite things'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-6528638985210107356</id><published>2010-10-31T22:57:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:06:38.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween pumpkins'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Halloween ROCKS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good year for halloween. Kids and adults were scared, pumpkins looked good and while it was cold, it didn't snow or rain. Lots of compliments were given to the pumpkins and the decorating! Apparently, no one else does anything like it in the entire neighborhood. The biggest competition was the house that had cobwebs in the trees, and the few who actually carved their pumpkins instead of just placing them outside uncarved. I'm not sure if this means I live in the lamest neighbourhood ever, or we're just the coolest house ever. Maybe a bit of both. Mzebonga and McDiablo even helped out this year - what a TheInsaneDomain party it was. Well, there was candy and creepy stuff, that counts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/314/7/2/halloween___01___hockey_mask_by_decoyrobot-d32jzno.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hockey mask over a plug-in pumpkin.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/314/b/c/halloween___03___cat_pumpkin_by_decoyrobot-d32jzu7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/314/b/c/halloween___03___cat_pumpkin_by_decoyrobot-d32jzu7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cat pumpkin I carved!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/314/4/f/halloween___04___skellington_by_decoyrobot-d32jzy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/314/4/f/halloween___04___skellington_by_decoyrobot-d32jzy1.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jack Skellington pumpkin I carved!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-6528638985210107356?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6528638985210107356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=6528638985210107356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/6528638985210107356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/6528638985210107356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-371217880120061244</id><published>2010-10-03T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:16:57.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Where oh where does the time go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at the date,  it seems to have jumped by a week or two. What is going on? Is it  ALIENS who are stealing my time? I got sick for a while and it sucked about two weeks out of my life - but the rest, well I just don't know where it went. I guess summers are supposed to go by in a blur of fun and fuzziness - or something like that. Maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no one but me reads this, and maybe a few of my stalkers. Though they've probably given up too.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TKlE9D-1uaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ny24vYuWto0/s1600/DSC08453+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TKlE9D-1uaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ny24vYuWto0/s320/DSC08453+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HALLOWEEN IS COMING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea - the best day of the year will be upon us soon. I hope you are all out there thinking of costumes, crazy ways to decorate your home/room/face/whatever and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on making people SCREAM for their candy this year - and see how much I can get the neighbours to hate me. When they come over to scream at me, I'll throw candy in their mouths, well okay, just the wrappers. Not that I've got a thing for candy, but if they're going to bitch, I'll give them something new to bitch about, and the odds are they will choke on the wrappers. Then I will have corpses to decorate my lawn with - FOR FREE!&lt;br /&gt;"But officer, I thought they were fake until they started to smell..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween should last a week and everyone should be MADE to dress up. We have all these other crappy holidays that suck money out of us for no good reason, let's really celebrate the one time of year we can truly dress up, plaster our houses with crazy stuff&amp;nbsp; and try to scare the hell out of kids that normally just get in our way the rest of the year. Those kids are the same ones that make noise outside of my house with their laughing/crying/laughing/screaming and it's MY turn to give them something to scream about. Plus, they will see that I'm crazier than they think - and NOT to mess with me the rest of the year. Not that they do, but if they were even thinking of it - THEY BETTER THINK AGAIN. That's right - crazy skulls, dolls heads on strings and other creepy decor does that. At least in my mind. Now maybe you can understand why halloween is a good time for me to 'express' myself. Frightening I'm sure. Go on, join in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-371217880120061244?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/371217880120061244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=371217880120061244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/371217880120061244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/371217880120061244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-oh-where-does-time-go-every-time.html' title=''/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TKlE9D-1uaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ny24vYuWto0/s72-c/DSC08453+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-8535129463664728455</id><published>2010-08-03T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:28:02.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah - what time is it?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinsanedomain.com/killingpeeps/campfirepeeps.htm" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TFl4e99TV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/sJm5KbGW6MI/s320/DSC01993+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is the summer whipping by incredibly fast?! I can't believe it's August already. What the hell is going on?! WHERE oh where is the time going? I demand that I get some of it back. Send it to me in an unmarked paper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember when TheInsaneDomain was fun and cool? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, those were the days. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Killing the Peeps&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.theinsanedomain.com/killingpeeps/campfirepeeps.htm"&gt;NEW! Killed by campfire. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blasts from the past :&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/horsesevil.htm"&gt;Horses are evil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; / &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/titles.htm"&gt;Band names &amp;amp; Album titles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-8535129463664728455?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8535129463664728455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=8535129463664728455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8535129463664728455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8535129463664728455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/woah-what-time-is-it.html' title='Woah - what time is it?!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TFl4e99TV8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/sJm5KbGW6MI/s72-c/DSC01993+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1882307248107191320</id><published>2010-06-27T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:02:24.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bend you over my knee and see how much you can take.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCf0AkM-c3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/rGtGbR8ZDK0/s1600/7acbb3581df5f384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCf0AkM-c3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/rGtGbR8ZDK0/s200/7acbb3581df5f384.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your voice is mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tear the voice box out of anyone and use it as my own - I'd take Mike Patton's. Sure, I'd sound like a guy but I could sing and sing and sing and it would always sound awesome. Though, if I were taking his voice box, I'd take his skull too. I mean, why not? It would make for a good conversation piece, and to tell it in his own voice would be even more interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCfz2XdKQAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1EBOdQRsbm4/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCfz2XdKQAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1EBOdQRsbm4/s320/books.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm still my own book club.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading &lt;b&gt;Lost Horizon&lt;/b&gt;. It wasn't bad, even though it was written a long time ago. There was no horribly sexist moments and it was a nice read. I'm glad I picked it up. I also started and finished reading &lt;b&gt;The Book of the Dead &lt;/b&gt;by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. It's somewhat a mystery book, but was well written and I enjoyed reading it. The 'bad' guy wasn't a cop-out, and nor was the ending of the book in many ways. I'm now reading a book titled &lt;b&gt;Attack from Atlantis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCf0Xbc5-XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1z_kH0o79Bs/s1600/VISITORS__by_DecoyRobot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCf0Xbc5-XI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1z_kH0o79Bs/s200/VISITORS__by_DecoyRobot.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE is the insanity?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh grow up. Sorry. Well, there HAS been insanity thanks to the G8/G20 summits. Some of it good, some of it bad. Some people need to stop acting like idiots, both inside and outside of the summits themselves. As for my OWN insanity - well I'm not sure where it's all gone lately. This drought of insanity has gone on for far too long and it's pissing me off. I killed the questionnaire and no one seems to be sending in questions anymore - I'm wondering what to do with the insane domain overall. I know it needs an overhaul, but it's such a daunting job at this point. One day something will change and it will be given new life, but I guess for now it's a rotting corpse, festering away on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1882307248107191320?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1882307248107191320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1882307248107191320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1882307248107191320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1882307248107191320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/bend-you-over-my-knee-and-see-how-much.html' title='Bend you over my knee and see how much you can take.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCf0AkM-c3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/rGtGbR8ZDK0/s72-c/7acbb3581df5f384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1226061958902976488</id><published>2010-06-22T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:07:46.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome links.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://little-people.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little People Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome photography and truly art. (And no, it's not the Fisher Price Little People.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_903444237"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffanyard.com/ohCOOL/scientificmethod.htm"&gt;The Scientific Method&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny poster for kids demonstrating the scientific method at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/"&gt;Passive Aggressive Notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love these. They remind me strongly of the &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/jackasshole.htm"&gt;jackasshole letters Schizoid found&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Main/askjcp.htm"&gt;Ask JCP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I still update this section. Now that the Questionnaire is dead (yep, dead), this will be the section that I now update. If you don't ask me anything, then it too will die. I will blame YOU. Yes, YOU. Go on, ask me questions. I know you want to. DO IT.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://my.theinsanedomain.com/insaneqa/jcp.html?strdate=6/22/2010"&gt;I just answered some questions today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1226061958902976488?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1226061958902976488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1226061958902976488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1226061958902976488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1226061958902976488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-links.html' title='Awesome links.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2541942782047500856</id><published>2010-06-22T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:55:27.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my own book club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCFpZc94d2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xiXOIYEbMtM/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCFpZc94d2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xiXOIYEbMtM/s200/books.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I've read lately&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aftermath - Charles Sheffield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that irked me was the casual reference to 'something' that had caused the supernova. Don't just hint at an alien species and leave me hanging! Then again, I'm a big sci-fi fan and I always want more about alien species, within reason of course. Other than that, it was a decent read. Sorry, I don't have much more to offer you on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timescape - Gregory Benford&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true hard sci-fi book, in that there is no hocus pocus explanation for time-travel, and it's not people going through time to magically make things change in the past. It was nice to actually have some believable and interesting scientists, having to deal with the political and funding crap that most (likely) do have to deal with. It was interesting to read that version of the future and past - and to see how things were resolved without creating major plot holes or paradoxes that made no sense. I liked this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deepness in the sky - Vernor Vinge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting premise for sure, and it was fun to read. The description of the alien species was done well enough that they were alien, but not so alien that they weren't able to be related to in any way, or alien for the sake of being alien. I was disappointed in the end though - I was hoping for more details, information on how two new species began to work together and so on. Otherwise I enjoyed reading it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atlantis - Greg Donegan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole book ended up being far too vague for me to truly enjoy. Ok, something scary bad is going on, but what? I don't like when books use that vague alien presence thing and then wave it away without any explanation. Come ON, you can think of SOMETHING! It's like LOST, they build it up and then shrug at the end. I'm getting tired of all this dialogue and character building when the MAIN plot gets shrugged aside. Yea, I'm a sci-fi fan, as I've said before, so I expect at least an attempt to explain what this alien entity is. Instead, it's all wrapped up without a real explanation and I'm to just be happy with the fact that everything ended 'well'. I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time's Eye &amp;amp; Sunstorm&lt;/b&gt; - Arthur C. Clarke &amp;amp; Stephen Baxter&lt;br /&gt;Two books of the same series - and I wish there were several more. Of course, I have read other books by Clarke, (what kind of sci-fi fan would I be if I hadn't?!) and I don't recall enjoying them quite as much as these two. I'll be sure to check out some of Baxter's now that I've read these two books. Anyway, the first book is quite different in many ways from the second, in that it pits two historical figures against each other in a strange-world setting. It sounds a bit fantasy-ish but it's not. The way they explain what has happened and how people from various times relating to each other works well. I can't say much more than that - but it's a good read. I had both books before I started reading the first - and was able to pick up the second immediately to continue reading. Each book can be read independently of the other, but I did enjoy them both. The second book is in a different setting than the first, but retains a character from the first. Both books are well written and explain what is occurring with science, but not so much that your head spins. Anyone who is interested in science, astronomy and the universe will be familiar with much of it already. Even if you're not, you won't be totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost Horizon - James Hilton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I reading it? It was on my bookshelf and I haven't read it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2541942782047500856?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2541942782047500856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2541942782047500856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2541942782047500856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2541942782047500856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-my-own-book-club.html' title='I am my own book club.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/TCFpZc94d2I/AAAAAAAAAIo/xiXOIYEbMtM/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2533356306761986886</id><published>2010-05-25T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:09:25.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah to you all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm HOT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were all wondering, I am indeed very hot. So hot that I'm becoming irritable. Yea it's great that winter is over, but it should be spring and autumn only. Summer is WAY too hot and it's not even June yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F U LOST.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a flying crap it ended with a fuzzy "oh isn't that great it all worked out when they were dead" moment, I didn't spend six years watching for that load of shit. I watched for the supposedly deep and well-thought out mysteries - things that I found interesting and different from any other show out there. Of course, it turns out that they, along with other lazy writers of the world, find it easy to make up mysteries, but never follow through with putting any answers forth. The last season sucked and I had hoped that things would get good, but they didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I understood the ending alright, it just sucked. Six years spent watching and trying to figure things out, only to have them go "but it was about CHARACTERS." F that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to trick me by pretending you're using science in your story, only to turn around and slap me in the face with religion. They are worse than lazy writers, they are liars, cheats and idiots. Why bother even writing in half the shit they did if THAT was the  ending? What a waste. It could have been great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for screwing it all up guys, and thanks for ruining what little faith I did have in TV writers. Now I know that even when a show seems to be rooted in science and good story writing, it's just a trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2533356306761986886?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2533356306761986886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2533356306761986886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2533356306761986886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2533356306761986886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/bah-to-you-all.html' title='Bah to you all.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1426421360011074041</id><published>2010-05-19T23:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:07:52.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S_SnYvLmt_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/eH5CKDU-HIU/s1600/DSC02030a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S_SnYvLmt_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/eH5CKDU-HIU/s320/DSC02030a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shame&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Naughty, naughty - I haven't posted for far too long. Sorry about that. But also, not sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick for a few weeks, spring has arrived and I've been getting rid of a TON of stuff. (Maybe if it were all weighed, it would equal a ton.) It feels good to clean house and get rid of the things that clutter up your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;An F for Gardening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I hate gardening and like landscaping. Plants and things don't do what I want them to do - they change shape, they blossom into stupid flowers and don't even get me started on crap that invades the few things I do like.&amp;nbsp; So the gardens can fend for themselves, I landscaped around them and what happens, happens. I'll tend to my one rose plant and the many rocks that are always the same size and in the same location that I left them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at planning visits and stuff. Now that summer is rapidly approaching (and I do mean RAPIDLY), I'm trying to figure out when who comes where and for how long and blah blah blah. I'm always afraid I'll screw something up and tons of people will show up or we'll stand someone up or blah blah blah. I like visits but I suck at planning them. I need an event coordinator, that's just the sort of person I am. Send your resume to me if you wish to apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speaking of needing help.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robot should be made to help me out. It won't look human (that would creep me out too much and I'd be forced to spray it with the hose until it went crazy and ate my house before it explodes.) but it would be moderately shiny and very helpful. It could cook, clean, finish house projects, and answer the phone for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1426421360011074041?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1426421360011074041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1426421360011074041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1426421360011074041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1426421360011074041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S_SnYvLmt_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/eH5CKDU-HIU/s72-c/DSC02030a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-497837034549427523</id><published>2010-04-06T23:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:34:13.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>I am my own book club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S7v7oooPSSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CFBLLltlcbU/s1600/DSC01697+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S7v7oooPSSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CFBLLltlcbU/s320/DSC01697+copy.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dark Tower : VII&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading this one about a  month(?) ago, and I just had to mention that I 100% approve of the  ending. The last 300 pages of this book didn't get read for over four  years because I didn't want the end to taint all the time I had spent  reading the story and having those characters exist in my mind. I  decided to just FINISH it, and did. Thanks for writing it all Mr King. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forget it Heinlein.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got through Stranger In A Strange Land, but I just can't get through Number of the Beast. Though your writing is a product of the time it was written in, I just can't deal with your writing anymore. It's sexist and several chapters in, I'm hoping the characters meet a swift and painful end so I don't have to endure another chapter of them. Heinlein's idea of a 'strong woman' is today's vapid bitch. Bah to him, I don't care if he's a master of this or that, I don't like his writing. There, I said it. Let us never speak of him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I've also disliked lately:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worlds most mysterious people - The title is the only truly mysterious (and legit) thing about the book.&lt;br /&gt;Numbers - A lot about nothing and refers to biblical sources a lot. It was such a lame book, I'm not even bothering to go find out what the real title of the book was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeptic magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next on the list:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Dome - Stephen King - Yep still on the list, it's a big book and I'm sort of wanting something shorter at the moment. But it's still on the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe I'll just go read something random off the bookshelf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah my bookshelves. I went through and got rid of a big bin of books last week. After setting up three bookshelves in the basement, I arranged all my books and was able to dedicate a shelf to books I'd like to read. I like seeing (most of) my books together. There are still some in boxes, but those are items that I'd like to keep out of the sun and safe from prying fingers. So, I will grab a book randomly off that shelf and see how it goes. I'll be sure to keep all of you who don't give a shit posted on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first rule of book club...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm in a real life book club. Score +500 geek points for me!&lt;br /&gt;It's fun though - and you should all try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-497837034549427523?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/497837034549427523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=497837034549427523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/497837034549427523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/497837034549427523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-my-own-book-club.html' title='I am my own book club.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S7v7oooPSSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/CFBLLltlcbU/s72-c/DSC01697+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-3637211120836246799</id><published>2010-04-01T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:50:11.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april fools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random bitching'/><title type='text'>All for April Fools.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easter THIS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S7Va6arpG8I/AAAAAAAAAII/rrxDkDQS8pQ/s1600/The_easter_bunny_can_CRAM_it__by_DecoyRobot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S7Va6arpG8I/AAAAAAAAAII/rrxDkDQS8pQ/s320/The_easter_bunny_can_CRAM_it__by_DecoyRobot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/The-easter-bunny-can-CRAM-it-80734440"&gt;The easter bunny can CRAM it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get a sense of humour!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to lighten up sometimes, and make sure we remember that a sense of humor is VERY important in life. No really, VERY IMPORTANT. *Makes a stern face at you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.lionsdenu.com/april-fools-around-the-internet/"&gt;list of those who had a sense of humour&lt;/a&gt; today. &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt &lt;/a&gt;did too! (Replacing everyone's icons with crazy stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I did any pranking today.&lt;br /&gt;OR DID I?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm zany all year long, I don't need a stinkin day for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's finally happened.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while watching a tv show, a Palmolvie bottle popped up on the screen, spat a one-liner at me and then dropped away again. What is next, split screen tv so there can be google ads along the side?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-3637211120836246799?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3637211120836246799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=3637211120836246799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3637211120836246799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3637211120836246799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-for-april-fools.html' title='All for April Fools.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S7Va6arpG8I/AAAAAAAAAII/rrxDkDQS8pQ/s72-c/The_easter_bunny_can_CRAM_it__by_DecoyRobot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5977022189096203130</id><published>2010-03-31T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:23:17.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkage baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://uglyhousephotos.com/wordpress/"&gt;Ugly house photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Maybe it's just me, but I can't stop myself from looking at them all. Sort of like how hoarders (the show) is - a giant train wreck of a human, yet you can't look away. Seeing as these are just the houses, it's less saddening and you can openly shake your head and laugh at how bad it is. (If you do that while watching hoarders, people look at you funny, mostly because it's not funny in a haha way, but in a 'wow humans are sad and crazy little creatures' way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleeveface.com/"&gt;Sleeveface &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- While not horribly funny, it's creative and I find it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/"&gt;passive aggressive notes&lt;/a&gt; remind me of the &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/jackasshole.htm"&gt;jackasshole&lt;/a&gt; articles Schizoid shared with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5977022189096203130?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5977022189096203130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5977022189096203130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5977022189096203130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5977022189096203130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/linkage-baby.html' title='Linkage baby.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-3302767124752531400</id><published>2010-03-26T09:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:23:59.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, YOU are the mystery tool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Spring-has-sprung-16-87721657" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S6y0z03qnhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YB8l5iRdZx8/s320/Spring_has_sprung___16_by_DecoyRobot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1437706769"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1437706770"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO much spring cleaning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 10 bags of clothes given away to charity&lt;br /&gt;- 4 boxes of random household things (glasses, plates etc) given away to charity&lt;br /&gt;- 2 boxes of books packed up to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 trailer load of junk to the dump (and almost another to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on just dropping the stuff off at Salvation Army - but then a local community service called and asked if I had anything to be picked up. DO I EVER!!! I was thrilled to get rid of all this (usable!) stuff AND they would come to my door to pick it up! Awesome. I think the chick thought I was a mental case (which I am in many ways) for being so thrilled that someone was coming to take this stuff away. I'm happy it will get used by people in need instead of thrown out - and I don't have to pack it up in my truck and haul it anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been going through books. Those things sneak in when I'm not looking and suddenly I have boxes of them everywhere. So I have decided to have ALL books in ONE area so I can see what's going on. I spent a good chunk of last night sorting through them and have a large pile to go out the door already. Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random linkage. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Near-Earth_supernova"&gt;Near earth  supernova&lt;/a&gt; - it has a nice ring to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find an  old strange balloon - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_balloon"&gt;beware&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding  &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2010/03/24/astronomers-find-90-more-universe/"&gt;more  galaxies for us all to gawk at.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-3302767124752531400?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3302767124752531400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=3302767124752531400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3302767124752531400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3302767124752531400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-you-are-mystery-tool.html' title='No, YOU are the mystery tool.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S6y0z03qnhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YB8l5iRdZx8/s72-c/Spring_has_sprung___16_by_DecoyRobot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-8710430417914947495</id><published>2010-03-21T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:01:10.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cram it crabcake, or is that cupcake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Alien-sea-world-02-156996429" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S6bTNkzms5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1Dd1OLvXZgo/s320/DSC00112a+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total randomness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of boisterous aliens entered through the door, laughing loudly and high-fiving each other.&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. "They're from the future."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, but only by 5 minutes or so. They don't do anything useful."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. I imagined time travel would be more interesting."&lt;br /&gt;"It can be, but not for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook said they were duck breasts, but I heard dog. &lt;br /&gt;For a minute there, I was both intrigued and repulsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah yes, it's Peeps season.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/peeps/peeps.htm"&gt;Go watch Mzebonga and I kill them.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-8710430417914947495?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8710430417914947495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=8710430417914947495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8710430417914947495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8710430417914947495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/cram-it-crabcake-or-is-that-cupcake.html' title='Cram it crabcake, or is that cupcake?'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S6bTNkzms5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1Dd1OLvXZgo/s72-c/DSC00112a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-3863868744974323402</id><published>2010-03-06T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:22:40.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>I am the plague.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Being sick SUCKS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ill all week and it sucks! Even as I type, I'm sniffling and feeling a drop of snot making its way out of my nose. *sniffles and uses a tissue* I could deal with the snot if it weren't for the dry, hacking cough that comes with it. Bah. &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Main/Sucks/sick.htm"&gt;Being sick sucks. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I've finished reading:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Tower : VII&lt;br /&gt;Golden Age Science Fiction (collection of short stories)&lt;br /&gt;Snow Crash - Neal Stephenson&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic Jackpot (non-fiction)&lt;br /&gt;Keeper of Dreams - Orson Scott Card (collection of short stories) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did I mention I've been sick lately? Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-3863868744974323402?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3863868744974323402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=3863868744974323402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3863868744974323402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3863868744974323402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-plauge.html' title='I am the plague.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4938392986819236565</id><published>2010-02-18T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:57:39.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S34YvRk-lJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YdAgYrRrB7w/s1600-h/DSC02929+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S34YvRk-lJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YdAgYrRrB7w/s320/DSC02929+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog THIS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember who I was talking to, but I mentioned to someone that I had a blog here and they laughed at me, saying that no one has blogs anymore. WELL I HAVE ONE. Sure, I'm likely the only person who reads this, aside from a few stalkers, but nonetheless it's here. So cram it jerkface to whomever it was that said that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random randomness from JCP.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hate when I'm only related to things via illusion.&lt;br /&gt;No, I will NOT be your or anyone's valentine.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is in my eye?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4938392986819236565?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4938392986819236565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4938392986819236565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4938392986819236565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4938392986819236565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/meow.html' title='Meow.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S34YvRk-lJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YdAgYrRrB7w/s72-c/DSC02929+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7493571629548181844</id><published>2010-02-12T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:13:58.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1266030395221" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3YYQIVYEaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gSSjk0UxDrM/s400/Peeping_Tom_III_by_Antaa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1266030395221"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipecac.com/artists/peeping_tom"&gt;I love you Peeping Tom. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7493571629548181844?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7493571629548181844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7493571629548181844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7493571629548181844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7493571629548181844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/hell-yea.html' title='Hell yea.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3YYQIVYEaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gSSjk0UxDrM/s72-c/Peeping_Tom_III_by_Antaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5893787492156693088</id><published>2010-02-11T22:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:02:07.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO lame it hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3TM6eOWH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rUFi2V68hLE/s200/sudoku1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265948507614"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265948507615"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so lame, I do Sudoko.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right, I do. I decided I needed to keep my wits about me, and somehow, these stupid numbers are supposed to do that. If I were a sim, my logic points would be growing. If I were a sim, I'd be blogging about my interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm so lame, I'm a sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/KillingSimms/index.htm"&gt;And we know what I do with sims.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265948591814"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1265948591815"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/DANGER-DANGER-153046244"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3TXHLo_73I/AAAAAAAAAHY/8eBHoSujP8s/s200/DSC08228+copy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Insane Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've read some of the really old q&amp;amp;a on the site. There were some good times there. And some really weird times. Here are some from &lt;a href="http://www.theinsanedomain.com/Main/AskDC/questions1.htm"&gt;the first page of the insane q&amp;amp;a&lt;/a&gt;. Back then DC had a spell checker and used punctuation. Wow, those &lt;i&gt;were &lt;/i&gt;some really odd times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How come OTHER animals can eat dirty germs and stuff without getting sick like US ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well animals don't eat dirty germs.&amp;nbsp;They eat plants and stuff... not Twinkies, McDonald hamburgers and crap.&amp;nbsp;I would say that humans DO eat crap, and we actually pay for it too.&amp;nbsp;Plus, animals have anti-germs, which naturally seek out all bad germs and send their lawyer to them.&amp;nbsp;Since the bad germs are traveling, they always loose the cards to their lawyers, and instead of staying and fighting, they settle out of animal and leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do stores that are open 24 hours a day have locks on the doors???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so when the store clerk is being held hostage, the store can be locked from the inside, making it difficult for anyone to enter and take out the crazed lunatic.&amp;nbsp;Another reason is that if the employee of the store goes crazy, they can barricade themselves in the store easily by locking the door and piling the pop cases by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what do you do if your igloo melts and the Eskimo comes out and beats you up cause he thinks you melted it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, stay very quiet.&amp;nbsp; Do not confirm nor deny that you melted his igloo.&amp;nbsp; Crouch down and when he shakes his fists at you, harpoon him in the belly.&amp;nbsp; He will kick an scream for a bit, but that's what the other harpoon is for.&amp;nbsp; Drive it quickly into his throat, as that will cut off the horrible screaming coming from his mouth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Once he has stopped kicking, peel off his clothing and shove it under some snow.&amp;nbsp; You will have to move quickly now, as the smell of blood may attract some animals.&amp;nbsp; Take out your knife, and proceed to slit him open from throat to his groin.&amp;nbsp; (Be sure to remove the harpoons.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Now, if it is cold outside, the body and blood will freeze quickly, making your job more difficult, but less messy.&amp;nbsp; But if conditions were enough to melt the igloo, then the job will be messy, but the flesh will be easier to cut.&amp;nbsp; As this is quite a long a detailed procedure, I will not write it all here.&amp;nbsp; However, the end result is the most delicious and tender meat you've ever had.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Also, Eskimo is a derogatory word, as they prefer to be called Inuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5893787492156693088?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5893787492156693088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5893787492156693088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5893787492156693088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5893787492156693088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-lame-it-hurts.html' title='SO lame it hurts.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3TM6eOWH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rUFi2V68hLE/s72-c/sudoku1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2960855885774764304</id><published>2010-02-09T13:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:05:42.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/You-are-my-voodoo-doll-153047892" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3GpLHkCSdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7EiX5m0DENo/s320/DSC09883sq+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are my voodoo doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow, you should bite me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is with all these damned teenaged vampires? Vampires live a LONG time. Looking like a teenager would suck when you are mentally MUCH older. There is a huge difference between a 15 year old and 25 year old, much less between a 15 year old and a 100 year old. Those you DID attract would be pedophiles, or worse yet, pre-teens. Ugh. If you're going to be a vampire, wait until you're at least 25, preferably 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2960855885774764304?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2960855885774764304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2960855885774764304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2960855885774764304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2960855885774764304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-what-you-are.html' title='You know what you are.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3GpLHkCSdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7EiX5m0DENo/s72-c/DSC09883sq+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-947660211038412225</id><published>2010-02-08T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:39:39.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's not in bed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-bubbles-03-152831608"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3DgkgHMv1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dC0YHLDirBw/s320/DSC00071a+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riddle me THIS! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posted the answers, even though I didn't have the questions anymore. I know that all 10 of you who answered are just THRILLED! I know I am. And no, this is no riddle, but hey, shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random things I've heard:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's not in bed?&lt;br /&gt;After we recovered from our tribal initiation, everything was going according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;This is a foot?!&lt;br /&gt;Who murdered you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taking requests.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has been drying up, so if you have a request for a list or something, tell me. I might just even try, just for you. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t like something in your life, the odds are that you can change it. But you can’t make others change. Sometimes you’ve got to walk away from a bad situation with someone because they won’t change, and your happiness isn’t worth giving up. You can change your outlook on life, how you live it and how you think, but you can’t do that for someone else. You can try, you can offer ways for them to do so, but ultimately it’s up to them. The only person you can change is yourself, and change is easy but difficult at the same time. All it takes is for you to make a choice to change, and spend each day trying to stick to it. It’s amazing how much things can change in a short time if you just try every day. Losing weight, being healthy, working towards a goal, it’s all doable if you just try, and sometimes you might not reach your final goal, but there is no shame in trying. You also have to be able to adapt to things changing, and not be so rigid that you can’t accept it. Sometimes things just don’t work out, or things go differently than you expected. That’s life! You can be upset about it, but don’t hang onto that for very long because you’ll end up being miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was&amp;nbsp; your public message for the day - part of a community service thing that I can't talk about.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Full-moon-madness-152831000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3DhJOVEijI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FQoBeybTIpU/s320/moontrees+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-947660211038412225?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/947660211038412225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=947660211038412225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/947660211038412225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/947660211038412225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/riddle-me-this-so-i-posted-answers-even.html' title='Who&apos;s not in bed?'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S3DgkgHMv1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dC0YHLDirBw/s72-c/DSC00071a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2009716246899859525</id><published>2010-01-23T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:11:04.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I went there, girlfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Questionnaire results. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's official, I've lost the damned questions to the last questionnaire. I have answers, but no questions. So I've guessed at what the question was and will be posting the answers with them. Yea, it's late in the month to be mentioning this, but hey, better late than never when it comes to monthly things right?! HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A random moment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like those dreams you have where you're trying to dial a phone and it just isn't working, only it's you having to type in your password correctly and it's happening in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2009716246899859525?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2009716246899859525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2009716246899859525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2009716246899859525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2009716246899859525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-went-there-girlfriend.html' title='I went there, girlfriend.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-6733639124517757102</id><published>2010-01-10T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:17:44.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S0ql3NkCJTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5ljtqDI8mDM/s1600-h/DSC09491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S0ql3NkCJTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5ljtqDI8mDM/s320/DSC09491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the latest questionnaire results JCP??!?! Huh, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll tell you - I've got them, but uh, ah it may possibly be likely that I have somehow lost the questions. Don't ask me how, but I think they may be lost. So I have answers, but no questions. I'm still trying to figure it out. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resolutions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really the type, but I did decide to set a few goals for myself this year. It doesn't hurt to have some goals in life. It is such a waste when people do nothing with their lives because they're too busy whining about how their life sucks. If you're not setting goals for yourself at all, then you're the one losing out. SO THERE! You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pissmas? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of holidays and crap,&amp;nbsp; yea, it came and went. Good times. Now I'm all lazy with replying to emails and stuff. I really should get on that. Really. I guess I am just in a mood lately where I don't have much to say, and don't want to just give a quick two-lined reply to someones email to me. Those of you waiting for email replies, I'm sorry I'm taking so long but at least when I do reply, I'll be putting real thought into it. If you wanted mindless replies from me, just put that in your next email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status messages.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/statusmessages.htm"&gt;a list for myself of status messages&lt;/a&gt; I can use. That's right, I don't like posting about where I'm going, notifying everyone of when I'm taking a shit and so on, I prefer to (usually) post randomness. Yep, I'm so lame I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is awesome, bwahaha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled &lt;a href="http://undead-art.deviantart.com/"&gt;across this&lt;/a&gt; and found it quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're living in the future. Maniac computers and giant slabs of black things. No? Damn. Now everyone is going to start going on about 2012. I hope the fraudsters spend the money they collect from idiots wisely. Maybe I'll make up some claims about 2012 too and see if anyone will give ME money. Will you? Come on, I'll tell you about the uh, visions I had. That's right, visions. $50 and I'll tell you all about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-6733639124517757102?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6733639124517757102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=6733639124517757102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/6733639124517757102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/6733639124517757102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/S0ql3NkCJTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5ljtqDI8mDM/s72-c/DSC09491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5101383718415159984</id><published>2009-12-15T20:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:15:08.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no you didn't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/"&gt;TheOatmeal.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! I always wish TheInsaneDomain was so much cooler than it is, more interesting, and actually updated on some sort of reasonable basis. It EATS at me that it's not - but I just don't have the time I used to, and I don't have a site that can do all sorts of fancy things to make it easier for me and others to update. Anyway, I was pointed to a site that is what I'd like TID to be like in some ways, mainly twisted and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tapeworms!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What interesting is that they have things about tapeworms. A few people who know me well know my on-going (mostly) joke about tapeworms, and how I think they are lurking in ALL meat. If I'm handed a red-centered steak by my husband, I ask him if I might get tapeworms from it. I have even made a Mr Tapeworm out of construction paper and put it up as a 'halloween decoration' for someone. It all stems from the time a tapeworm was shown to me during a science class. Since then, I've always wondered about these worms, if I would get one, and how many are going around using humans as their own personal puppets? They could even be reading this via some poor victims body. It could be YOU and you don't even know it! You have to be careful, those tapeworms are everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random randomness. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO character. NONE.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have to watch Hank Hill shake his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/Syg3SyAwIlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1cSTvYAV8rU/s1600-h/nocheer06.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/Syg3SyAwIlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1cSTvYAV8rU/s400/nocheer06.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO cheer here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I updated the list of &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/events/nocheerhere/sucks.htm"&gt;things that sucks about xmas &amp;amp; the holidays&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of those that I found funny, and hell yea, I'm allowed to find myself funny. Somebody has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who are refusing to buy anyone gifts because the world will be ending on the 21st. Of course, they will feel like complete idiots when they realize that the end of the world is scheduled for 2012, not 2010. They're thinking of the book by Arthur C. Clarke and that crazy movie with the crazy computer.&lt;br /&gt;- Finding out 'holiday spirit' doesn't mean alcohol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;- Having neighbors who have contests or enter decorating contests, so they come over and bug you to decorate when you don't want to. So you wake up to find your damn house decorated by that crazy lady down the street who's into christmas, even though you told her NOT to touch your place this year.&lt;br /&gt;-TheInsaneDomain.com brings out pathetic no cheer here bullshit articles and lists just like shitty holiday decorations each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished within the last month :&lt;br /&gt;Paul of Dune&lt;br /&gt;Stardust (non-fiction)&lt;br /&gt;The Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading :&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic Jackpot (non-fiction)&lt;br /&gt;Keeper of Dreams (collection of short stories by Orson Scott Card)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be read next:&lt;br /&gt;Under the dome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE sickness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting ill. My throat is getting sore, and it feels like it's 3am when it's not even 9pm. Woah is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5101383718415159984?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5101383718415159984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5101383718415159984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5101383718415159984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5101383718415159984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-no-you-didnt.html' title='Oh no you didn&apos;t.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/Syg3SyAwIlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1cSTvYAV8rU/s72-c/nocheer06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4587288850021753303</id><published>2009-11-29T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:53:51.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and kisses, JCP</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dear Faith No More,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to have a concert in Toronto so I can FINALLY see you jerks play live. I've been a fan FOREVER and it's just getting insulting that everyone but me has seen you in concert.&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, come and play in my backyard. I think you owe me that.&lt;br /&gt;YOU OWE ME.&lt;br /&gt;YOU OWE ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love and kisses,&lt;/i&gt; JCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Skittles,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your commercial where the man can make things turn into skittles is ridiculous. There are a million things wrong with this commercial, but here is a short list for you to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The man is sitting at a desk, with a telephone and computer. If everything he touches turns to skittles, why the hell would anyone hire him for a desk job, much less assign a phone and computer to him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why does he reach for the phone when he KNOWS that everything he touches will turn to skittles?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If everything he touches turns to skittles, he should be stationed in major dumps all over the world, turning our garbage into something that people can eat. Sure, it isn't exactly healthy for people to consume nothing but skittles, but still, it's better than having garbage pile up, and better than eating nothing if you're starving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It shows him as depressed that this is happening, insunating that he does NOT like skittles and is fed up with them. This would lead people to think, oh that's right, skittles get boring after awhile because they're too sugary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Co-workers are taunting him, showing that they have no sensitivity for this man's odd condition, and are poisoning his work environment. Do you really support this sort of behavior in the workplace?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wouldn't it be better for this man to at least stay at home on disability, instead of risking the chance that he would trip and fall, turning the building into skittles and everyone in the building being killed/harmed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In closing, your commercial sucks, and whomever came up with it, and whomever approved it should be force fed skittles until they puke up a rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boos and hisses,&lt;/i&gt; JCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear KFC,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your holiday commercial is beyond ridiculous.What sort of people invite over their whole healthy-looking family over to their expensive house, get dressed up, set the dining table with nice dishes and napkins, and then proudly serve them a bucket of KFC?&lt;br /&gt;NO KIND OF PEOPLE BEAUSE THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;The only way that would happen as shown in your commercial is if it were as a JOKE on those who were visiting. Even then, they would simply have gotten the bucket, refusing to allow your horrible food anywhere near their house and their childrens well-balanced diets. Get a grib.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have your commercial show reality, then show a family that is in their torn up pjs, staring at the tv so they don't have to talk to each other, look like they've endured the holiday from hell and are just hoping that they don't survive the year so they don't have to endure another. THAT is when people will break out the KFC during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boos and hisses,&lt;/i&gt; JCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Mike Patton,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU OWE ME.&lt;br /&gt;YOU OWE ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love and kisses,&lt;/i&gt; JCP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4587288850021753303?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4587288850021753303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4587288850021753303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4587288850021753303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4587288850021753303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-and-kisses-jcp.html' title='Love and kisses, JCP'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7778038656160042200</id><published>2009-11-16T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:32:50.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TheInsaneDomain updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SwIZJwzFzvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/usNh28iV2mM/s1600/cornerlogo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SwIZJwzFzvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/usNh28iV2mM/s320/cornerlogo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Insane Domain stuff :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/interviews/randomcall.htm"&gt;A random call.&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;New &lt;/i&gt;insane conversation with JCP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/interviews/randomcall.htm"&gt;Information about the moon&lt;/a&gt; -Updated due to water being confirmed found on the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7778038656160042200?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7778038656160042200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7778038656160042200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7778038656160042200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7778038656160042200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/theinsanedomain-updates.html' title='TheInsaneDomain updates!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SwIZJwzFzvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/usNh28iV2mM/s72-c/cornerlogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2055297443179399653</id><published>2009-11-07T23:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:52:17.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SvZOR9wQjrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tmWb7poDVuk/s1600-h/DSC01586+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SvZOR9wQjrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tmWb7poDVuk/s200/DSC01586+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't question, just obey. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Patton should be tied up in my basement and being forced to sing/record whatever songs/music I tell him to. It's not fair that he is out there, recording whatever he wants and taunting me with his voice. I demand he report to my house immediately and endure my insane musical requests. As a musician, he should desire nothing more. It's all about the music Patton, and I'd MAKE you make BEAUTIFUL music. You'd be made to sing until you spit up blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Randomness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, YOU are the hallucination!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that was something else. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/thoughts.htm"&gt;Insane thoughts &amp;amp; ideas &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2055297443179399653?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2055297443179399653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2055297443179399653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2055297443179399653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2055297443179399653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-question-just-obey.html' title=''/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SvZOR9wQjrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tmWb7poDVuk/s72-c/DSC01586+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2582469056932526003</id><published>2009-11-02T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:03:54.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Universal Tropes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a website I've been reading lately and have found it interesting enough to share with you all. Keep in mind that I didn't say YOU would find it interesting, but that it was ME who found it interesting. If you hate it horribly, then that sucks for you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HomePage"&gt;Universal Tropes homepage. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2582469056932526003?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2582469056932526003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2582469056932526003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2582469056932526003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2582469056932526003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/universal-tropes.html' title=''/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2537209440682711389</id><published>2009-10-20T23:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:20:40.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things I've read, heard, or made up recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/St55C7NCtAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bwFntyRzbTI/s1600-h/DSC07698a+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/St55C7NCtAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bwFntyRzbTI/s200/DSC07698a+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Say mister, that'd be SWELL.&lt;br /&gt;Employees only.&lt;br /&gt;Robots and dinos, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;At least we've got food.&lt;br /&gt;i cried to myself in the pisser.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DATE ROBOTS!&lt;br /&gt;Error. Does not compute.&lt;br /&gt;You're a legend to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image - &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/SQ-Sugared-coffee-131631001"&gt;Sugared coffee by DecoyRobot&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2537209440682711389?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2537209440682711389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2537209440682711389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2537209440682711389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2537209440682711389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-things-ive-read-heard-or-made-up.html' title='Random things I&apos;ve read, heard, or made up recently.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/St55C7NCtAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bwFntyRzbTI/s72-c/DSC07698a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5242478930680683443</id><published>2009-10-11T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:29:41.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn &amp; stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/St98_nA5j3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fSm9SdWynOc/s1600-h/DSC07700+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/St98_nA5j3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fSm9SdWynOc/s320/DSC07700+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pumpkins!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn has arrived and that means Halloween is near. The local farms have pumpkins, and of course, I'm there to get a few for myself. Some may laugh at me for picking an 'ugly' pumpkin, but I think it's far cooler than their boring old only-orange pumpkins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always so hard to come up with ideas for a halloween costume. Something simple but fun, and be ready to wear a winter jacket with it. It always seems to snow, rain or something nasty on halloween, making it suck to be outside for long! Seeing as we're too old to go door to door, we're handing out candy and usually have a fire-pit going to keep us warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not telling you what my costume is, that would spoil the surprise. Last year I was a skeleton and that was boring, but this year it's a bit more original and totally boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/StKSUqVcf0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DBmJpdJZAz0/s1600-h/DSC07834a+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/StKSUqVcf0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DBmJpdJZAz0/s320/DSC07834a+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's autumn, it means that leaves are falling all over my lawn. Raking leaves is sort of fun at first, but quickly becomes annoying. With the amount of leaves that fall on my lawn, it's more of a raking them into sections so they can rot out of the way - bagging them or anything would take weeks and I don't have that kind of time for leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll make a huge pile and jump into them. It's been a long time since I've done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Image - &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-04-Pumpkin-patch-140992025"&gt;Pumpkin patch by DecoyRobot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5242478930680683443?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5242478930680683443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5242478930680683443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5242478930680683443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5242478930680683443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-stuff.html' title='Autumn &amp; stuff.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/St98_nA5j3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/fSm9SdWynOc/s72-c/DSC07700+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4637020447899632610</id><published>2009-10-04T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:03:28.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots in the home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Flooded with autumn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslFYik6DLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eeplIKld4ss/s1600-h/Bubbled_moment___28___Blue_by_DecoyRobot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslFYik6DLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eeplIKld4ss/s200/Bubbled_moment___28___Blue_by_DecoyRobot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not quite of biblical proportions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my basement flooded, and I don't mean in some nudgenudgewinkwink way, but in the literal water an inch high covering my laundry room, downstairs bathroom and into part of the rec-room. I got the joy of mopping up water until 1 am too. Luckily nothing of major value was damaged, but it was a pain in the ass to deal with, at first. Now the basement is being re-done and suddenly it's a good thing that this happened. Not that I'd wish it upon anyone, but it's good when things seem to suck and then turn out good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image -&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Bubbled-moment-28-Blue-118198694"&gt;Bubbled moment : 28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslEFDBfvRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nuDamsK-dg8/s1600-h/DSC07213a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslEFDBfvRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nuDamsK-dg8/s200/DSC07213a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that rock about autumn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple crisp.&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;The awesome colors of the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Jeans and a sweater weather.&lt;br /&gt;Campfires are PERFECT for this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;The bugs are mostly dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool at night so you don't sweat like a freak while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN.&lt;br /&gt;People who put up their halloween decorations early.&lt;br /&gt;Stores start bringing out cool halloween stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms. &lt;br /&gt;Students go back to school so they're finally out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;TV shows start giving us new episodes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image -&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-sneaks-up-01-137722359"&gt;Autumn sneaks up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslEzg0bTbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WZVOqAcN09A/s1600-h/Tree_tops___04_by_DecoyRobot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslEzg0bTbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WZVOqAcN09A/s320/Tree_tops___04_by_DecoyRobot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things that suck about autumn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves on the ground are slippery to walk on.&lt;br /&gt;Raking leaves is fun at first but sucks horribly when you've got a big pile of leaves and there isn't a close place to rake them all too.&lt;br /&gt;Bagging leaves is for losers; I rake mine into a place where they can ROT&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;or somewhere to be BURNT.&lt;br /&gt;Hardy bugs that survive the chilly nights and like to buzz in your face.&lt;br /&gt;Bees that are getting dumb and slow due to the cooler air.&lt;br /&gt;Stores and people that start putting out xmas crap.&lt;br /&gt;Too much rain and cloudy weather.&lt;br /&gt;The summer vacation is over for students.&lt;br /&gt;Having to prepare for winter by cleaning up the yard of all the fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to prepare for winter and having snow fall early, buring things that then rust.&lt;br /&gt;Lame shows you hate start showing new episodes and getting in the way of TV you actually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Tree-tops-04-87884990"&gt;Tree tops : 04&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robots in the HOME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my husband called me into the kitchen and told me, with total surprise in his face, that the oven was self-cleaning itself. SELF CLEANING. You press a button and it locks the door from being opend and CLEANS ITSELF. This might be old news to others but this is new to the both of us. We've heard of these things, but never have we witnessed it in action. We stared at the oven for about a minute, thrilled at thise newfound knowledge. Right now, as I type away, my oven is cleaning itself. What's next, self-cleaning kitchens? Sign me up. And I'd like a replicator too, so I can get rid of this oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotta love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love it when you're trying to focus on writing things and someone else in the room keeps yammering at you, even though you politely asked them not to? Yea. I guess that person forgets that when THEY need to focus and do something, you let them, but someone they can't do the same for you. That sucks when that happens. Next time, I will start up on the drums. TAKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep, or lack thereof.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of sleeping has sucked royaly. If I'm not tossing and turning, I'm coughing, being woken up by others or having bizarre dreams that make me feel like I haven't slept. It sucks. I really need a GOOD night's sleep so I can think properly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the basement is being redone due to flood, we're taking this oppertunity to purge a bunch of crap from the house. It's good to see it go, but it takes a lot of work to sort through it and then get it out the door. When you're sleep deprived, the process takes a while. Bah! It should be like in the Sims, I just click on something, delete it and the cash value of it appears in my bank account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4637020447899632610?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4637020447899632610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4637020447899632610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4637020447899632610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4637020447899632610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/flooded-with-autumn.html' title='Flooded with autumn.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SslFYik6DLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/eeplIKld4ss/s72-c/Bubbled_moment___28___Blue_by_DecoyRobot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4895007504257399130</id><published>2009-09-20T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:01:56.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that, jerks.</title><content type='html'>Yea, you thought I'd forgotten all about this trying to update more often thing I was trying. BUT YOU WERE WRONG! That's right. Wrong. Here I am, and there you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being John Malcovich" is on the TV right now.&lt;br /&gt;I was at a campfire in a provincial park earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cold right now, but I'd rather be cold than hot.&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea what I should be for halloween.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4895007504257399130?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4895007504257399130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4895007504257399130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4895007504257399130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4895007504257399130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-that-jerks.html' title='Take that, jerks.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5628073358031391611</id><published>2009-09-10T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:08:22.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beam me up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SqmwY4lauEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ky4ojX-386M/s1600-h/VISITORS__by_DecoyRobot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SqmwY4lauEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ky4ojX-386M/s320/VISITORS__by_DecoyRobot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things in the sky last night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I saw the space station go whizzing by - and shortly afterwards, in a different part of the sky, I saw two lights traveling along before they suddenly disappeared. As for the space station - I waved hello and they all waved back. Nice people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autumn is creeping up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Each day that goes by brings more colors to the leaves out front of my house. The greens have given way to yellows - officially announcing the beginning of autumn. Autumn is by far the best season - so I hope it lingers for a few months before the nastyness of winter sinks in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/VISITORS-75354728"&gt;VISITORS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5628073358031391611?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5628073358031391611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5628073358031391611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5628073358031391611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5628073358031391611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-in-sky-last-night.html' title='Beam me up?'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SqmwY4lauEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ky4ojX-386M/s72-c/VISITORS__by_DecoyRobot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4116363845130406933</id><published>2009-09-08T09:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:08:47.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SqZg0z_T0cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KoCAqkkloMQ/s1600-h/skullface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SqZg0z_T0cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KoCAqkkloMQ/s320/skullface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The FINAL countdown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right - we're heading to Venus - though maybe they've seen us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now back to our regularly scheduled programming. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a bit since the last update - but not MONTHS overdue. The end of summer brings guests, events to celebrate and other fun things. I might even mention that I've now been married for 10 years. Yes, it sounds just as long to you as it does to me! Scary. What did we do to celebrate? Nothing. Well okay I was dragged into 'dancing the in full moons light' once, but other than that, we're just not the type that celebrate anniversaries - at least not yet. Maybe when we're horribly old and have nothing else to keep us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HALLOWEEN IS COMING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone decorates for pissmas 3 months early - so I'm starting on halloween 2 months early. I've scoped out what I've got halloween-wise in my basement so I can start bringing it up and setting up. This year will be good - we'll have some help decorating and handing out candy. That's right - we're bringing in some hired help this year, which leads me to the next bit of info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mzebonga returns!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right - Mzebonga will be here for halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo &lt;/b&gt;: By DecoyRobot but no longer online =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4116363845130406933?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4116363845130406933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4116363845130406933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4116363845130406933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4116363845130406933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-countdown.html' title='Greetings.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SqZg0z_T0cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KoCAqkkloMQ/s72-c/skullface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5571125606336681746</id><published>2009-08-21T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:00:51.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a pool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/So8YxqNAnrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ksTC85ypoA0/s1600-h/DSC01574a+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/So8YxqNAnrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ksTC85ypoA0/s320/DSC01574a+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372540121897803442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like a swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to be a HUGE pool, just a nice sized one that I can swim around in without bumping into the edges every 5 seconds when swimming. It doesn't have to be really deep - 6ft at the deepest is fine. I would like it out in my backyard, and not need a lot of fussing to keep it clean and safe. I really wish I had a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insane Q&amp;amp;A updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe isn't it?! So yea, I had to get the interface fixed by an admin - and then actually go in and update. There is a question still in there unanswered - it's a long one and I didn't have the time to give it a good answer, so I've held onto it for now. Hopefully I'll get to it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook? Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had two people asking me about that this week. Should I get a 'fan' page for TheInsaneDomain? I don't know. I'm still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/SQ-Blue-world-134079408"&gt;Blue world by decoyrobot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5571125606336681746?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5571125606336681746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5571125606336681746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5571125606336681746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5571125606336681746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-pool.html' title='I want a pool.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/So8YxqNAnrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ksTC85ypoA0/s72-c/DSC01574a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1076566833502918529</id><published>2009-08-20T10:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:05:38.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMBIES!</title><content type='html'>"A zombie outbreak is likely to lead to the collapse of civilization, unless it is dealt with quickly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2009/08/18/zombie-attack-infection-model-research.html"&gt;Link to article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1076566833502918529?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1076566833502918529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1076566833502918529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1076566833502918529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1076566833502918529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/zombies.html' title='ZOMBIES!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5269276442834583400</id><published>2009-08-18T17:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:01:50.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SotaVNSyw3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/5vS0yBHhZxM/s1600-h/DSC01735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SotaVNSyw3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/5vS0yBHhZxM/s320/DSC01735+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371486300961686386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right - the questionnaire results. Wow - I'm SO prompt with ALL my updates!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shut up. &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/AboutYou/Results/index.htm"&gt;Go check out your answers and see if you got a good question award. &lt;/a&gt;It seems that I (for all but one question) gave out only FOUR good question awards and NO bad question awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started giving the GQA to anyone that put effort into it - but now I'm back to just awarding those that I find funny, or something like that. That means it should be harder to get one now - well, in theory. If you send me cash and/or shiny things, I will gladly award you with many GQAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those weather jerks should STOP saying that there will be thunderstorms when there is no chance in hell that there will be one. It's been weeks of this nonsense and still, NOTHING. All sorts of other people are pelted with crazy storms but what do I get - NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who took all my popsicles?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should somehow generate new ones every time I take one so I am never without one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/SQ-REDRUM-134079152"&gt;REDRUM by decoyrobot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5269276442834583400?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5269276442834583400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5269276442834583400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5269276442834583400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5269276442834583400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/guess-what-im-doing-thats-right.html' title='Guess what I did?'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SotaVNSyw3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/5vS0yBHhZxM/s72-c/DSC01735+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5557472046049455456</id><published>2009-08-07T21:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:11:10.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sims 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='killing the sims'/><title type='text'>A Sims 3 uh, review?</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe not a proper review, but it’s me blithering on about the sims. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know the site (&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/"&gt;TheInsaneDomain.com&lt;/a&gt;) know that I like to play the Sims and routinely kill them for my own amusement. There is a whole section of killing the sims on this site, so we can all be amused. (&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/KillingSimms/index.htm"&gt;Killing the Sims&lt;/a&gt;) I now have the Sims 3 and, well, it’s just not the same. I’ve had the sims 3 for a few months now and quite frankly, it’s just not as good. The graphics are nicer, the neighbourhood is great, the objects are neat, but the sims, they’re just not the same. They have no real personality, despite the fact that now you can customize them more than ever. I know it sounds like that doesn’t make sense, but that’s how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbourhood now ages around your sims, which is sort of interesting in ways, but also means you don’t really get to know any of them. Instead of always bumping into that idiot Angela Stamm and then eventually liking her enough to have your friends sim knock her up, you now barely notice she’s alive before she’s old and dead. Aging can be turned off, but then your sim doesn’t age either, and damnit, they need to DIE before they get beyond boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killing them?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing them isn’t near as fun or easy in this version. At least, not on purpose. My one sim worked on a broken dishwasher ONCE and he gets fried. Another one dies by setting a birthday cake on a wooden table, and suddenly half the family is dead. When I TRY to kill them by luring them into rooms to starve – it takes FOREVER for them to finally die. One sim I had locked in a room with rugs and other items, left food on the oven to burn and the whole room burns except for the bed my sim was sleeping on. ?!?!? It took several tries to kill him, and no way of getting a fire sparked without the oven. The sims 2 had a nifty fire ‘party’ device that would always do the trick. Trying to get one killed any other way just isn’t easy period – it takes forever or I just haven’t managed to get it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzZkLwkczI/AAAAAAAAADk/QSSiuDaEFrk/s1600-h/Screenshot-77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzZkLwkczI/AAAAAAAAADk/QSSiuDaEFrk/s320/Screenshot-77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367404071573812018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzaNkGIshI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fy8Y9vCB9Zw/s1600-h/Screenshot-83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzaNkGIshI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fy8Y9vCB9Zw/s320/Screenshot-83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367404782481355282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evil? *Yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pick traits for your sims, and even though Evil is an option, it is not very evil at all. You can imply someone’s mother is a llama, which is funny the first time you read it, but after that, things aren’t very evil at all. You don’t get wants to kill other sims, to knock up several unsuspecting ladies, or anything truly evil. You get to call them names and maybe kick their ass, whoopdedo. That’s not very evil, that’s being an asshole.  The mean-spirited trait is even more lame, stealing candy from a baby isn’t as thrilling as it always sounded.  An ‘evil’ sim I created was given a whole backyard filled with neighbours that were starving to death – and he somehow got offended by something they were doing and got all upset. He should have been by the giant window I put in his bedroom, watching them all cry and suffer. You make a few sims upset and have a nemesis or two and that’s about that for being evil in this game. I haven’t tried having anyone follow the crime career just yet, so maybe there is something that might resemble fun for an ‘evil’ sim there.&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzacNnSwfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K5gtO2F6Q_M/s1600-h/Screenshot-86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzacNnSwfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K5gtO2F6Q_M/s320/Screenshot-86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367405034144449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzZ-RNDfVI/AAAAAAAAADs/3Bh3QXwOIZE/s1600-h/Screenshot-81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzZ-RNDfVI/AAAAAAAAADs/3Bh3QXwOIZE/s320/Screenshot-81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367404519712062802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeaaaaaaaaaaa baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random things I didn't like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sim baby/toddler now waits to be EXHAUSTED before falling asleep. If left to fill the energy bar - your child will be starving, lonely and dirty. When they age up, you're told they had a difficult upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always get to pick a trait, so it picks one for you, but then it never appears in their list of 'traits'.&lt;br /&gt;You sit there FOREVER while they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When having them make a meal, you have to then click on the disk and make them EAT it.&lt;br /&gt;There are things to 'collect' in the game, such as diamonds, but after getting them cut, all you can do is sell them. What is the point? Same goes with the fish and seeds. You get these things, but you don't really get much out of them.&lt;br /&gt;There are no fire sprinklers to help put fires out.&lt;br /&gt;You can only grant 4 'wishes'.&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be NO aliens, crazy creatures or anything. How boring.&lt;br /&gt;Things break down WAY quicker it seems.&lt;br /&gt;There are no crazy devices that mess with the weather, bring back the dead or anything fun like that.&lt;br /&gt;They don't fart and laugh about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You can customize everything about them, but the little preview pictures make them all look similar.&lt;br /&gt;Kids end up coming out with the same haircut as their mom, and each time they age up, they get it back again.&lt;br /&gt;The vegetarian trait is a total rip-off and I'd be surprised to hear Sims didn't get a lot of hate mail over that particular trait and it's side effect of 'getting sick more often'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5557472046049455456?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5557472046049455456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5557472046049455456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5557472046049455456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5557472046049455456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/sims-3-uh-review.html' title='A Sims 3 uh, review?'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnzZkLwkczI/AAAAAAAAADk/QSSiuDaEFrk/s72-c/Screenshot-77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-2739009401088848022</id><published>2009-08-07T12:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:03:02.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, do I suck for updating or do I suck for updating?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnxchBfrs6I/AAAAAAAAADc/P7K5Aox4Yfc/s1600-h/DSC02278a+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnxchBfrs6I/AAAAAAAAADc/P7K5Aox4Yfc/s320/DSC02278a+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367266578325549986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I suck at updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What's really funny is that about two weeks ago, I told myself I'd try to update this EVERY DAY for TWO WEEKS. Look at ALL those posts! Such clever and insightful things were said. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see if I can try and update once a week. That is something I should be able to do, right? Sure. Maybe I'll make it a TIDTuesday thing. We'll see how long that lasts - feel free to place your bets as to how long I actually keep it going, or if I even start it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as we're on the topic of never posting, how about we address TheInsaneDomain and it's lack of anything good for what, years now? I think part of the problem is that the writers/contributors, though mainly me, is getting older. Okay, we're ALL getting older but the content of the site hasn't been growing up with me. I guess it's time to make it grow up. When the start first started, I was finishing highschool and just 'playing' with HTML. I still lived at home, and was still working my first sort of serious job. Now, I've been married for 10 years, I own a house and I've moved away from where I grew up. Needless to say, my world has changed a lot since a lot of TID was written. I need to start updating with things that are more relevant to me, and ask the previous contributors to return, and share what they think. I realized the other day that a half of the TID contributors are now parents. How is THAT for frightening?! Out of those, I'm sure all of them are good friends with those who have children too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that TID needs a good update, and I know it. I'm going to have to stop pretending we're not actually responsible adults in reality, and start writing about these things that ARE in our lives. Makes sense doesn't it? Yea, well time flies and suddenly you're an adult doing adult things. Maybe my previous contributors will agree to help me, and we'll tie into their sites (if they have them!) and things that they feel the need to spam us all with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is a well designed website. Sigh. Site design has come a long way since I started, and really, look at the site. It's clunky and has SO much text to it. Maybe I'll just try something new, without killing the old one. I'll think about how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got an adventure to finish writing for TID - It's 2/3 done - I just need some time to sit down and FINISH it. No really, for real. Really. Shut up, I will try! Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that already - my to do list is getting longer and to accomplish anything, I've got to pick ONE thing and just DO it. So I'll try posting more here. Lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/BWSQ-Small-talk-132534015"&gt;Small talk by decoyrobot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Halloween is coming - are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-2739009401088848022?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2739009401088848022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=2739009401088848022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2739009401088848022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/2739009401088848022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-do-i-suck-for-updating-or-do-i-suck.html' title='Wow, do I suck for updating or do I suck for updating?!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SnxchBfrs6I/AAAAAAAAADc/P7K5Aox4Yfc/s72-c/DSC02278a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7145320192318813954</id><published>2009-03-31T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:53:32.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith no more'/><title type='text'>YEAAAA BABY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdJ1jF8_qUI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8CobrAfO1I/s1600-h/bsidecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdJ1jF8_qUI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8CobrAfO1I/s320/bsidecover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319443355631855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I mention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faith No More is getting back together for a tour. BASTARDS aren't coming to North America. THEY SHOULD. They should come and play in Toronto so I can see them. They should also release another album so I can have more FNM music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7145320192318813954?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7145320192318813954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7145320192318813954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7145320192318813954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7145320192318813954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeaaaa-baby.html' title='YEAAAA BABY.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdJ1jF8_qUI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8CobrAfO1I/s72-c/bsidecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4142337883455575866</id><published>2009-03-30T13:20:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:38:36.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come on spring'/><title type='text'>Random posting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEAZEkOPfI/AAAAAAAAACI/yREY7DlxuPA/s1600-h/earth-asia-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEAZEkOPfI/AAAAAAAAACI/yREY7DlxuPA/s200/earth-asia-1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319033065623666162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, now we all have to plan to spend time sitting in the dark? Maybe all those people who sat in the dark should shut off lights when they don't need them, recycle more, buy less and just generally live every day as though they care, not just one hour a year. Bah. How many people took the time to go outside and see what stars are hidden from them the rest of the year? Shutting off all the lights for an hour should be done weekly so more people can see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdD_mLTflII/AAAAAAAAACA/bFphF1HDOiY/s1600-h/dune-battle-of-corrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdD_mLTflII/AAAAAAAAACA/bFphF1HDOiY/s320/dune-battle-of-corrin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319032191259219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, it's come to this - me telling you what I'm reading. I've been reading a bunch of these new Dune books and have enjoyed them. It's hard to find new sci-fi stuff to read that is consistently good, and so far the Dune books have been keeping my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEAu-lYxjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_m-IeZgjqzI/s1600-h/DSC04685ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEAu-lYxjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_m-IeZgjqzI/s200/DSC04685ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319033441975060018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it spring yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter has seemed to drag on forever! Finally I'm starting to see the ground outside and be able to wander out there without piling on layers upon layers of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEt4lnyYHI/AAAAAAAAADA/k69TvUpZyKo/s1600-h/star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEt4lnyYHI/AAAAAAAAADA/k69TvUpZyKo/s320/star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319083085096181874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new list on TheInsaneDomain - &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/facebooksucks.htm"&gt;Facebook sucks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4142337883455575866?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4142337883455575866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4142337883455575866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4142337883455575866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4142337883455575866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-posting.html' title='Random posting.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEAZEkOPfI/AAAAAAAAACI/yREY7DlxuPA/s72-c/earth-asia-1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1997113823157303377</id><published>2009-02-13T10:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:06:13.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay - Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEJVGPHTSI/AAAAAAAAACY/54te3KhSPjI/s1600-h/friday13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEJVGPHTSI/AAAAAAAAACY/54te3KhSPjI/s320/friday13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319042892957175074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I scare you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, people are actually afraid of Friday the 13th. Not ALL people, but some people. That just seems so strange to me - to be afraid of a day due to its number. Then again, people are afraid of the weirdest things. There was a show on the other day about a woman who was horribly afraid of thunderstorms and tornadoes. She spends several hours a day watching the weather network for signs of trouble, and when there is a storm, she hides in her bathroom praying with her sister. (Of course, she lives in tornado ally - which does not help.) While I do have some fears (we all do), I don't think I've got any that border on that level of weirdness. I know that I prefer not to be around very large animals (horses and anything larger) but that's only if they're not behind a fence. Even then, I wouldn't run screaming from them, but merely hope they don't decide to come over and stomp on me. I also don't spend hours a day worrying about them, thinking that they might be right outside my house, waiting for me to come out so they can harass me. It's the strange and obsessive fears that I find interesting. It's sad for those who have them, but it's always interesting to see what variations humans have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;What sort of fear do YOU have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randomness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us are on some sort of website where people post things and then you post them and so on. So here is a snippet of something lame I filled out and posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate commercials. They're poorly written, are a thousand times louder than the show I'm watching, and just plain stupid. There are a few I like, but the rest make me yell at the TV, or just turn it off. Yes, they bother me THAT much. And anyone who has had the misfortune of watching TV with me will verify that no, I can't just block it out. I shouldn't have to block out chunks of my life because of stupid commercials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to take baths. I shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate throwing plastic things in the garbage when there are no recycling bins around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people say "Let's get this party started" or "That's what I'M talkin about" or "You know what I'm sayin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like coffee. I do not like cream in it, just sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that sore achy feeling the day after a good workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a website since 1996, and been using computers since I was about 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my world without music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read and hear about space and the universe. It gives me hope and makes me feel like I'm part of something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like I should be doing something, but no matter what I do, it doesn't feel important enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite smells are cinnamon, vanilla, garlic and campfire.  I hate walking into Shoppers Drug Mart or other places that have the perfume counters right at the door. I hate the smell of perfume and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite planet is Jupiter. It's huge, it's awesome and it has lots of interesting moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not convinced we're all the same species. Just because we all look like we're human doesn't mean we are. There are just way too many people doing horrible things that I can't even begin to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1997113823157303377?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1997113823157303377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1997113823157303377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1997113823157303377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1997113823157303377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-friday-13th.html' title='Yay - Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEJVGPHTSI/AAAAAAAAACY/54te3KhSPjI/s72-c/friday13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5466308269131441596</id><published>2008-11-09T20:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:08:23.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gene simmons'/><title type='text'>Hah - you thought you got rid of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEKV_uYL8I/AAAAAAAAACo/cYeiJ7pRdDs/s1600-h/bluewave.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEKV_uYL8I/AAAAAAAAACo/cYeiJ7pRdDs/s320/bluewave.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319044007900753858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time delays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been offline for a while. I was being distracted by life, the universe and EVERYTHING. Sometimes your whole world can change in a very short period of time, and it takes a bit to reorganize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gene Simmons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this guy everywhere I look all of a sudden? And more importantly, why am I starting to watch it? Ok, so I must admit, I'm not a fan of KISS. I don't dislike them, I just don't particularly LIKE them. It's cool they do what they do, good for them - but KISS has never graced my CD or cassette collections. (Yes, I said cassettes - remember them?) That being said, I, of course, know who Gene Simmons is, and can recognize him with or without makeup. I am aware of his Gene Simmons Family Jewels show, but have never seen an episode. (Strangely enough, I've recently learned that my dad likes to watch that show.) The other night, the "Roast of Gene Simmons" was on and somehow, my TV got stuck on that channel and I ended up watching the whole thing. Yesterday, I watched my first (and hopefully only) episode of "Are you smarter than a 5th grader" because he was on it. I was surprised to find out he had been a teacher at one point, and speaks a number of different languages. Surprised because, to be honest, I thought he was probably not the smartest guy on the planet. Turns out I was wrong and here I am admitting it. Good for you Gene, you're not a moron in makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEKepkiIKI/AAAAAAAAACw/9NgMEJl_BmM/s1600-h/eyeballBLUEEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEKepkiIKI/AAAAAAAAACw/9NgMEJl_BmM/s320/eyeballBLUEEE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319044156572704930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yea, WINTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed a bit today, reminding me that winter is about to pounce on us. Hopefully this winter doesn't seem as long as last winter. Last winter was too cold and too snowy for too long. Now that I have more distractions in my life than I did last  year - that might make it go by quicker. As I was packing up all (well not ALL, there is still a ghost in the tree out front) the Halloween decorations, I realized that suddenly xmas will be upon us. While I do like seeing friends and family over the holidays, I'm not much of a xmas person. I don't have an xmas tree, yes it's Xmas to me, I don't listen to holiday music, I don't watch endless reruns of horrible holiday movies and I sure as hell don't have a special outfit OR anything dressy for all these holiday events I attend. (I do NOT wear dresses unless I'm in a wedding FYI. Skirts = no.) I participate in gift giving because the gifts I do give out are usually for people I like giving gifts to. Anyways, taking down the halloween decorations and being reminded about xmas got me to thinking about stupid holiday decorations. I don't really decorate much - though last year we did plug in some rope lights and toss them around the one tree out front. I like the holiday lights on houses for some reason. So this year we'll do that I'm sure, but other than that, I don't have much in the way of winter decor. I have a glass snowflake I put up in a window - how fancy is that? But yea, I don't have much else. Maybe this  year I'll find some wintery stuff to put around the house so I don't get SO bored of the inside of my house that I go crazy (again). Lame, I know, but that's how it goes sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5466308269131441596?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5466308269131441596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5466308269131441596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5466308269131441596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5466308269131441596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/hah-you-thought-you-got-rid-of-me.html' title='Hah - you thought you got rid of me!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SdEKV_uYL8I/AAAAAAAAACo/cYeiJ7pRdDs/s72-c/bluewave.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-5453323823034445687</id><published>2008-05-21T21:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:13:29.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisted sense of humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy cleaning bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A bit of ranting about randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s with all the stupid pillows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people like to litter their bed with all sorts of useless pillows? You know what I mean, all those decorative pillows that get tossed onto the floor when the bed becomes functional. Maybe one or two can be dealt with, but what about all those people that have half the bed filled with these stupid things? I fail to understand why people waste time and money on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh sure, my FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook and other sites have a wonky definition of friend. When I see someone with a list of over 1000 friends, I can’t help but think “right, you personally know and consider EVERY one of these people your FRIEND.” The word friend is being sadly misused these days. Your stupid name on a so-called friend list does not make you my friend, and if you aren’t my friend for real, you’re not on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twisted sense of humour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked the other day if I have a twisted sense of humour. I just about fell out of my chair. HELL YES I DO. Little did they know just how twisted but they’ll learn. One day I’ll tell them about my site and let them in on a few more twisted moments. Sure I haven’t updated a lot in the last while, but who says I have to? It’s still good for killing some time if you’re bored and that’s all it’s meant to be. Sure no one comments on my blog here but I don’t need any. I’ll keep babbling on all I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut up you crazy bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst commercials I've seen lately are those with the UK chick who has somehow found the biggest loser women on the planet and decided that they should all talk about how they have OCD issues with cleaning. The one even goes on about how she LOVES to do laundry. Whatever drug she's on, they need to up it until she OD's and dies. Then they yammer on about their toilet paper. WHO CARES?! Sure people like to have a clean house but we like to have LIVES even more. They all make me want to puke, spraying it all over their chemical-laden houses. Sure they'd probably get off on cleaning it, but I shouldn't have to hear another damned commercial about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-5453323823034445687?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5453323823034445687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=5453323823034445687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5453323823034445687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/5453323823034445687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/05/bit-of-ranting-about-randomness.html' title='A bit of ranting about randomness.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1492926500964073517</id><published>2008-04-02T23:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:30:35.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter sucks'/><title type='text'>A bit for April.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/R_RNYsqHW7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9bkL5glELRA/s1600-h/candy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/R_RNYsqHW7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9bkL5glELRA/s200/candy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184854157710285746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not all women like chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this stereotype of women loving chocolate comes from. I for one don't like it much. Out of all the men and women I know, there are WAY more men that LOVE chocolate. These guys will buy bags of chocolate and consume several bars of it at a time, and do this at least once a week. I know men that simply can not turn down a triple-layered chocolate cake with fudge in it. I know men that get chocolate for the holidays and have it ALL consumed by the end of the evening. So I simply don't understand all these stupid commercials that like to go on about women loving chocolate when there seems to be more men out there who do. Why do chocolate companies like to ignore these men who consume it in vast amounts and market only to women? (&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Candy-Chocolate-Eggs-80561495"&gt;Candy/chocolate image link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm glad I'm ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been made aware that having a imaginative, creative and abstract mind are true gifts. I'm glad I can enjoy these things about myself and embrace them. These things have defined my life and allowed me to enjoy it - so I'm truly glad it's part of me and encourage everyone else to celebrate this part of themselves too. Go on, take a few minutes and be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY isn't it spring yet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed yesterday - SNOWED. It's APRIL and it SNOWED. Sure, you could say that I should just suck it up, that I live in Canada and deal with it. Well I say SHUT UP to you. Winter has been long and cold this year, so I demand that spring do it's job and let me go enjoy my backyard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/R_ROgsqHW8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RR18sz9mbv0/s1600-h/DSC01515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/R_ROgsqHW8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/RR18sz9mbv0/s200/DSC01515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184855394660867010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter can cram it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned above, I don't like chocolate. Easter seems to be ALL about chocolate, so it's a pretty useless holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/eastersucks.htm"&gt;reasons why easter sucks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Full sized &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/The-easter-bunny-can-CRAM-it-80734440"&gt;easter bunny cramming it&lt;/a&gt; on DeviantArt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1492926500964073517?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1492926500964073517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1492926500964073517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1492926500964073517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1492926500964073517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/04/bit-for-april.html' title='A bit for April.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/R_RNYsqHW7I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9bkL5glELRA/s72-c/candy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1921005197532910545</id><published>2008-03-17T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:55:14.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douglas adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cd importing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alien spaceship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come on spring'/><title type='text'>So long, and thanks for all the fish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So long, and thanks for all the fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7283155.stm"&gt;30 years since Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy debuted on BBC radio.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, 30 years! It's been around as long as I have and making people laugh for twice as long. I've loved this book since the first time I read it, and then all the rest of them. To pay homage I've re-read my all-in-one edition of the series. Everyone should read this book, well, those with a sense of humour and a liking for a bit of science-fiction. Douglas Adams was brilliant and obviously had a wonderful sense of humour. I would love to be able to write like he did - but no one will ever match him. It's too bad he had to leave this planet when he did - maybe one day he'll return with his towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/THE-answer-to-life-79347629"&gt;THE answer to life, the universe and everything&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I had an alien spaceship I would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course it's a super-speedy ship that goes faster than the speed of light. Don't ask how, just wear your seatbelt if you ever happen to be in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Saturn.&lt;br /&gt;Visit where ever the ship was from.&lt;br /&gt;Buzz the rovers on Mars to give NASA and everyone else something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Find the Voyager space-crafts and give them a bit of a boost - just for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;Hover above the capitals of all the major nations in the world to freak everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Venus.&lt;br /&gt;Visit the asteroid belt and gather up a few of them to take home for my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Visit the rest of the planets.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Pluto and mock it for no longer being a planet.&lt;br /&gt;Visit Deneb and see if it's got any planets orbiting around it.&lt;br /&gt;Find a few other decent stars and check out their orbiting planets.&lt;br /&gt;Hover above random little towns and shower down strange rocks from other planets in non-major nations around the world so they've got something new to show and tell the world.&lt;br /&gt;Figure out all the alien systems on board and produce some really awesome pizza with their food creators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Importing all my CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks I've been importing all of my many CDs into my computer. I've got about 50 more CDs to go and then I should be done. Mind you, I'm not importing ALL the songs off of each, just those I actually like. So far it's only come to 2.33 GB, which isn't too bad. I used to have about 350-400 CD's but dropped down to about 200 a few years ago, so I'm pleased that this little project hasn't sucked up 10 GB of space. And yes, these are all LEGIT CD's, not burnt copies or anything like that. I haven't bought many CD's in the last few years, normally getting others to buy them for xmas or birthday gifts now. Of course, I still collect my Patton-related CD's but other than that, I've really reigned in my CD addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it SPRING yet????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of all this snow and cold for now. I'm ready for SPRING. I don't want it to melt all at once but it would be nice to have it start to go away. I want to be able to go out in my backyard again and sit on my deck. I'd like to be able to go outside without having to put on layers of clothes and brace myself for the cold. I want my backyard back!!!!! Come on spring - we've all had enough of this winter already - give us some WARMTH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1921005197532910545?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1921005197532910545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1921005197532910545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1921005197532910545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1921005197532910545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So long, and thanks for all the fish.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7841905479651501826</id><published>2008-03-03T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:28:01.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane q a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more cameras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>So what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new list on TheInsaneDomain - &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/jobhunting.htm"&gt;Job hunting sucks!&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY, the &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Main/askjcp.htm"&gt;ask insane questions&lt;/a&gt; is working, and will continue to work from now on. There were some issues with the server it was on, and hardware being what it is, sometimes this happens. BUT it's up and running now, so you can once again pelt me with your insane questions and ask me for my fabulous advice. Of course, if you do something stupid as a result of my advice, I'm not legally responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY don't more people comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I'm writing tons of totally useless stuff on here - why isn't anyone telling me how wonderful it all is? Oh, probably because it's not. Well screw you then. That's right, I said it and you can't stop me.  I could say almost anything here because no one is actually reading this other than myself and some freak with no life (probably, though that could be me too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY would anyone want to be with Brett Michaels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not only ugly, but UGLY. Also, come on, he's probably crawling with every disease known to mankind. I hate these stupid shows where people compete to be the mate of some other idiot - let's face it - they're all there to have their stupid faces on TV and the rest is just voyeuristic GARBAGE! People who watch this are just there to spy on the sex habits of others - probably because they aren't getting any or much for themselves. This is beyond trashy novels, it's trash TV at it's worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even shows like Hell's Kitchen, which is supposed to be about COOKING, have cameras in the bedrooms. WHY???? Is there no such thing as privacy anymore? It's okay to just sign over all your rights to be on some damned TV show? There should be a law against cameras in bathrooms and bedrooms, and while we're at it, laws against cameras in cars that are taping the person driving the vehicle. They're supposed to be DRIVING! Safety FIRST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7841905479651501826?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7841905479651501826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7841905479651501826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7841905479651501826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7841905479651501826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-what.html' title='So what?!'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-3907739904985992944</id><published>2008-02-15T23:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:15:53.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typing with feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane q a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loner day'/><title type='text'>Another shot of insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh look, it's back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I've brought back the Insane Q&amp;amp;A section on TheInsaneDomain.com Now people can pelt me with annoying and insane questions, and I get to give them smartass replies. I can hardly wait and I know you can't either. Go on and ask me stuff NOW - &lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Main/askjcp.htm"&gt;http://theinsanedomain.com/Main/askjcp.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And a new list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason people keep searching the term "ways to masterbait" and they somehow keep coming up with my site. So to give them something to read, I made up this list to help them out. &lt;a href="http://www.theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/masterbait.htm"&gt;http://www.theinsanedomain.com/Articles/lists/masterbait.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valenwhat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't celebrate that silly valentines day thing. It's not my style. I don't like chocolate and I don't like having flowers slowly die in my house. Luckily, my husband knows this and doesn't bother doing anything, which is how he shows that he truly knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday is apparently an official day off and called Family Day. We have to spend every other holiday with our families, why the hell can't we have a Loner Day where we get to be alone, enjoy something by ourselves and not have to hang out with our family? We all need time to ourselves to enjoy just doing what we want, and it seems like every time we get a holiday, we're supposed to go annoy relatives. Well I don't think that's fair. Let's give our relatives some much needed time away from us and celebrate "Loner Day". Take the phone off the hook, log out of your messenger and email and just do whatever you want without having to deal with any other humans. What a holiday that will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Typing with feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl on TV who can type faster than most people I know and she does it with her feet. HER FEET. That is pretty damned impressive. Sure I'd rather not use the same keyboard as her, but then again I don't really like using the same keyboard as anyone else period. It's insane the sorts of things that can be found in keyboards, not to mention all the nasty germs on them. Turn your keyboard upside down and give it a shake and you'll see the sorts of stuff that gets dropped in there. Ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-3907739904985992944?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3907739904985992944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=3907739904985992944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3907739904985992944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/3907739904985992944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-shot-of-insanity.html' title='Another shot of insanity.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-7086142527070154094</id><published>2008-02-12T22:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:01:20.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick mercer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stranger in a strange land'/><title type='text'>More randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Damn it's COLD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really cold out the last few days. Snow has fallen, winds have blown and it keeps getting colder. I've decided that I've had enough of winter for now, so it can go away. I'm ready for some warmer weather, open windows and being able to hang out in my backyard. So come on spring, I'm ready for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rick Mercer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching more of his show lately and he's crazy. CRAZY. Ive seen him in a car derby, racing cars on ice, jumping naked into some ICE cold water, and doing some synchronized swimming with the Canadian Olympic team. He's crazy. Just thought I'd share that with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stranger in a strange land.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading this book by Robert A. Heinlein and I must admit, I was disappointed. It was horribly sexist, boring and drags on without anything interesting going on. Some guy was raised on mars and no one pelts him with questions about how he was raised, what the martians are like or anything? How boring. I expected so much more from it. Now it's onto Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. So far it's not bad, so I hope it continues on that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random things I've read about lately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robonaut - &lt;a href="http://robonaut.jsc.nasa.gov/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://robonaut.jsc.nasa.g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ov/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos - &lt;a href="http://robonaut.jsc.nasa.gov/gallery.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://robonaut.jsc.nasa.g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ov/gallery.htm&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcano - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Volcano" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ki/Volcano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animated volcano photo of Jupiter's moon Io - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Tvashtarvideo.gif" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ki/Image:Tvashtarvideo.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solar cycle - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_cycle" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ki/Solar_cycle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just started a new solar cycle. Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy Picture of the day - &lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;v/apod/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my latest photos and drawings - &lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/gallery/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://decoyrobot.devianta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rt.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-7086142527070154094?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7086142527070154094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=7086142527070154094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7086142527070154094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/7086142527070154094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-its-cold.html' title='More randomness.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4959932475809309497</id><published>2008-01-16T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:46:48.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn leafs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>A whole lot of nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is with winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago the ground was covered with at least six feet of snow. Last week it got insanely warm and all the snow melted away, leaving just a foot on the ground. Of course, all sorts of places got flooded and even we didn't escape nature's wrath. We ended up with about an inch of water in our laundry room. Luckily we caught it quickly, and a day was spent scrubbing it all away and disinfecting. We were one of the lucky ones, apparently some people ended up with a few FEET of water in their basements. That would suck a lot. Imagine all the stuff that would get destroyed if the bottom half of your place was filled with water. It would be a nightmare to clean up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was outside shoveling and some aliens pulled up in their spaceship. After asking for directions to the nearest moon (luckily for me it was easy to spot and all I had to do was point) they asked me if I wanted to hop in and tour the solar system with them. While I had always wanted to do this, they sort of smelled funny and they said I couldn't tell my husband before leaving. Since we have a standing rule about neither of us being allowed to take off in spaceships without the other, I had to politely decline.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Only two more years until we get a cool year. Instead of saying "two thousand and whatever" we'll be able to say "twenty-ten" and go up from there. It just sounds way cooler. At least it will until twenty-twelve and the whole world comes to an end. Thanks Mayans, thanks a lot. Figures that as soon as we get say something cool that you come along and ruin it two years into it. If you don't believe me, read it for yourself, they're not the only ones telling us these things.&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012#Metaphysical_predictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF Leafs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the hell is going on? Why must you suck so much? Why must you give others even more reasons to make fun of us Leaf fans? WHY? Do something about it! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De-humidifiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the HELL are they so much money? I'm outraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you still reading this crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've babbled on about a lot of stupid crap here, and you're still reading? Wow. I'm impressed! You deserve a cookie and several cool points. Go on, take them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4959932475809309497?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4959932475809309497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4959932475809309497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4959932475809309497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4959932475809309497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2008/01/whole-lot-of-nothing.html' title='A whole lot of nothing.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-836183967439353935</id><published>2007-12-15T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:12:54.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time periods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futurama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>A whole lot of babbling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last week I spent a number of days in Toronto.  At first it was sort of fun and reminded me that yea, lots of people live really close to each other, but then the long hours got to me, the lack of sleep got to me and having people in my face all the time got to me. It wouldn’t have been so bad but I missed all the rocks, trees and nature that normally surrounds me where I live now. (All the nature somehow calms me down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part of the trip was that I got to see some family members face-to-face.  I even attended a holiday gathering where we traded sarcastic comments, had some food and swore in front of their kids. Gotta love family! I also got a big bag of clothes, compliments of my favourite establishment “My sister-in-law’s closet.” Not only does this save me hours of useless shopping (and complaining) but a ton of money that I can now spend on cool things like dinosaurs, music and pens. Oh, and I guess presents for people I like since the holidays are coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been catching re-runs of “Whoose line is it anyway?” and laughing my ass off. What a great show that was, I demand it return and a hundred more episodes are made. Also, the Futurama movie “Benders Big Score” was AWESOME. I loved it. Unless you’re a fan of the show you won’t like it, but everyone should love the show because it’s funny and clever. (And nerdy, let’s not forget nerdy.) Laughing is good for us all so whatever makes you laugh, you should do that more. Go on. GO ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t do holiday cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now that my mailbox is getting filled, I have remembered all about holiday cards. To be honest, I just don’t understand the obsession with cards. I find most of them completely useless and a waste of time. Unless there is a life update of some sort (a newsletter perhaps), some family photos or something, then really – I would rather someone take the few bucks they spent on the card and the stamp, and just go have a cup of coffee, donate it somewhere or something. I’d rather that they derived some sort of enjoyment out of spending that money, instead of sending me something that gets a signature and then I throw out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some people derive a great source of enjoyment out of these things, but normally they fill the card with writing instead of just signing their names. So you’re thinking of me, thank you, but send me an email or give me a call. That way I can respond to you in a useful way and we both feel good after the exchange. Your signature and a card doesn’t allow me to respond, doesn’t relay anything new to me and then adds to the waste disposal/recycling process, which makes me feel bad. If you simply MUST send me a card then send me an e-card. (After I’ve read it, I don’t feel bad clicking delete.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not being rude, I’m just trying to minimize the amount of stuff I toss out, and the amount of money people spend on stuff I toss out.  If you want to send me something, send me a photo of yourself, your family, your pets, your house, where you live or whatever because that is what means something to me. If you want to thank me for something, just tell me, I don’t need a trophy card to mount on my fireplace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone I know that feels angry/sad they didn’t get a card from me, please, don’t take it personally. To anyone that sent me one and feels bad now, or angry, then I’m ordering you not to. I do appreciate the thought, and in the future you can save yourself the cash. (Hell, spend it on something you will enjoy throwing at me if that makes you feel better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It’s finally happened, I’ve been sucked into the world of podcasts. I’ve spent hours downloading and listening to all sorts of podcasts via iTunes. NASA has a few great videocasts, and there are tons of other science and space podcasts which inform me what’s going on around the world, and what humans are seeing out in the universe around us. I’ve downloaded a few German lessons, classes for writers, discussions of strange phenomena and all sorts of wonderfully informative things. The best part is that they are free. All I have to do is click on them and the knowledge is mine. It could be yours too, for FREE! Load up itunes and click on podcasts, then browse around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time-period do you wish you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There was some silly online quiz thing asking this and people were posting some really silly things. Think about it! Only within the last couple hundred or so years (give or take 50 years) have we discovered things that make our everyday lives safer and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Refrigeration – this allows us to eat a great number of foods, to buy them in bulk, to ship them around the world and make it so we don’t have to grow and eat everything right away. (This also cuts down on how many times we head to the grocery store.) That frees up a lot of our time.&lt;br /&gt;-Electricity – we can stay up to all hours of the night without relying on fire. This gives us a lot more of our days to be productive. We can live in houses almost anywhere and survive with our electricity. (It keeps our sorry asses a comfy temperature.)&lt;br /&gt;-Computers – we can connect with others all over the planet and can access information within seconds. Knowledge is power and now that more of us are sharing information, perhaps we’ll all start to get a bit smarter. (What we need now is to start teaching people how to determine if information they are reading is plausible/true/biased/correct/useful or not.)&lt;br /&gt;-Birth control – I don’t think the world fully appreciates just how important this is. It’s made it so women can decide (to a point) when and IF they wish to have children, and help to curb the growing population crisis.&lt;br /&gt;-Women are getting treated better - Don’t forget that women were bred with and tossed away if they didn’t produce the “right” offspring. We’ve been oppressed longer than anything else on this planet. From being slave labour in our own homes, being bought/sold as animals, to being kept out of schools/workplaces and generally treated horribly, women have only recently been able to vote, decide what they want to do with their lives and whom they want to spend them with. (We can even wear pants now!)&lt;br /&gt;-Medicine – Now that we understand germs aren’t caused by evil thoughts or angry gods, we can do a bit more to prevent and fight off illnesses. Okay, we’re starting to cross that line into over-medication and plastering our homes with chemicals, but overall we’ve increased our lifetimes with medicines and sanitary practices.&lt;br /&gt;-Society – It wasn’t SO long ago that speaking against the world being flat or saying it was older than a few thousand years was punishable by death by a bunch of mythical-being loving people. I for one am very thankful I live in a place and time where I can decide for myself what I believe and say without having some jerks in long white robes torture and kill me over it in the name of their god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it; over time humans are slowly getting smarter. The people in the past believed in and did all sorts of bizarre things, and I’m sure that hundreds of years from now (if humans make it) they will be amused at all the strange things we do and believe in. (How anyone can think that somehow people who wrote things in the past had it ALL CORRECT is beyond me!) We’re human and we’re supposed to evaluate and improve upon what came before, not hit repeat and shut off our brains. We’re supposed to ADAPT and EVOLVE! And we still are, even if it’s so slowly that no one seems to notice. So my answer is that I’m glad to be alive NOW, and hopefully the future is an even better time to live in when it comes around. Anyone who wants to live in the past isn’t thinking straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some man kills his daughter because she didn’t dress religiously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just messed up if somehow following words written by dead people is more important than another human – especially if YOUR OWN CHILD. How does it make sense in their mind at all that their god/goddess would be for them treating others like that?  People can believe whatever nonsnense they want, but it should never be okay to have this happen to anyone.  I hope that man lives a long life so he’s got plenty of time to suffer in his own living hell. Maybe this incident will get people to realize that life is too precious to spend it abusing other people over things that ultimately don’t matter, when the real point is to try and be a decent human.&lt;br /&gt;What we think, say and do defines if we’re a good person or not, not what religion we follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s enough babbling from me for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-836183967439353935?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/836183967439353935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=836183967439353935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/836183967439353935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/836183967439353935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2007/12/whole-lot-of-babbling.html' title='A whole lot of babbling.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-420122383785995535</id><published>2007-12-04T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:25:20.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antarctica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanetalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsgroup fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghosts'/><title type='text'>Insane ghost fiction from Antarctica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INSANEtalk.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, like many others on the planet, I've got a &lt;a href="http://insanetalk.com/"&gt;completely pointless forum&lt;/a&gt;. You're invited to join, but beware, strange characters lure there - sometimes. We argue about the usual things that people online argue about (Star Wars, the refusal of some to spell things correctly, what type of cheese is best etc.). There is also the usual name-calling, but we all seem to like the abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insanetalk.com/viewtopic.php?t=56&amp;amp;start=15"&gt;You can COMMENT on things you see HERE on THERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of verbal abuse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a lot of people, I still read newsgroups. Lately a lot of them have been spammed by some guy who posts these long journal entries of sorts where he outlines how he has been verbally abused each day. He states that he's truly unwell, and has accepted that he is insane. He then goes on to detail how a TV show is laughing at HIM personally, a commercial is mocking his medical ailments, and how people whisper in the street about him using normal everyday conversation. Then he somehow links all this to some secret government agency, of course, and insists that it is THEY who are doing this to him and have been for years. At one point he even claims that "they sent someone to simulate an act in front of my window, which was captured on film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to do justice to this, and though you might think I'm a cruel person for finding this amusing, I beg to differ. Anyone truly that insane wouldn't be coherent enough to write a single paragraph, much less post to newsgroups, so I'm convinced of the genius of this bizarre newsgroup-fiction. That's right, it's pure FICTION. What I'd like to suggest is that this guy not waste his time on spamming the newsgroups, but to publish a book of all of them together. I for one would love to read it, as I would find it to be great entertainment. Fiction &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good morning, ghosts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this week, I'm working part-time in another location other than in front of my own computer in my own livingroom. (Which is where I've been working for about a year now.) It sure is nice to get the hell out of the house and work with someone cool on stuff that I don't mind working on. The place I now work at apparently has ghosts but so far they have remained silent and unnoticed in my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greet them in the morning and chat at them randomly throughout the day, so perhaps they will warm up to me and start telling me secrets such as winning lottery numbers and the meaning of life (if other than 42). Seeing as they're supposed to be &lt;em&gt;human&lt;/em&gt; ghosts, the odds are they will not know any secret information like that, so maybe they'll just lead me to find some hidden photos from the past or an old book or something fun like that. Do I really believe in ghosts? No, not really. If they find me some photos or something then I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antarctica is art.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a piece of art that, if I had the money to do so, would LOVE to have in my office at home. It was a framed map of Antarctica with a charcoal drawing of what was probably James Cook's voyage over-layed on top. The map was a 1997 version, done by National Geographic and featured some interesting information about the frozen continent. It was great but I can't currently afford it. Maybe YOU should send me some money so I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-420122383785995535?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/420122383785995535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=420122383785995535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/420122383785995535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/420122383785995535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2007/12/insane-ghost-fiction-from-antarctica.html' title='Insane ghost fiction from Antarctica.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-8451957188028778344</id><published>2007-11-22T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:33:53.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercials bratz winter doctor'/><title type='text'>Commercials can cram it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tell your doctor?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps saying on these stupid drug commercials to tell your doctor if you have any blah blah diseases, complications etc. Uh, shouldn't your doctor KNOW that anyway? How do you have a doctor that doesn't know that you have some sort of disease and still be your doctor? Even your first visit to a new doctor includes them having a copy of your health file, which would list any health problems you have or have had. So why the hell would you need to tell your doctor this?! And what kind of doctor would just nod and say sure, take any old drug you want, what did you say the name of it was again? Damn, doesn't anyone do their job properly anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially winter. Yesterday I got to go shovel the driveway, which is always a rude awakening that yes, winter is here and will be here for another three months. The gloves are on, the hats are pulled tight to the head and the jackets are all zipped up. There is no denying the cold and no hiding from it. Hello winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bratz and bullshit "for girls".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the commercials for these bratz bullshit would DIE a horrible screaming death. Their stupid bloated lips, their scrawny legs, obsession with make-up for ten year olds and impossibly short skirts are nothing I'd ever buy for anyone, much less a little girl who is trying to develop a decent sense of self. (What a sad day when even Barbie looks more realistic.)And don't even get me started on those bullshit girl gifts that are designed to somehow make doing chores fun. Doing laundry isn't fun no matter how colourful your damn laundry machine is, and why do only girls get to be pelted with this pure nonsense? They deserve toys that are FUN, not teaching them to be make-up drenched idiots, not teaching them to do chores and not training them how to be housewives. Where are the FUN, non-sexist toys for girls?!&lt;br /&gt;(There has been discussion about this on &lt;a href="http://insanetalk.com/"&gt;INSANETALK&lt;/a&gt;.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-8451957188028778344?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8451957188028778344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=8451957188028778344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8451957188028778344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/8451957188028778344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2007/11/commercials-can-cram-it.html' title='Commercials can cram it.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4770778817706792563</id><published>2007-11-13T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:32:19.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new gingerale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty litter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hitting rock bottom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall down drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dressed to kill'/><title type='text'>A whole lot of nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to do with all this cat litter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Each year I scoop out and throw away a lot of cat shit and cat litter. There must be something useful I can do with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are some things that I came up with:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt it down so I can pour it onto people/things I don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;Fill small packets with the shit, light it on fire and throw it at people/things I don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;Mold the used litter into elaborate castles and structures on my front lawn, call it folk art and then charge people to come and look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Hurl it all into the highway near my house and laugh as trucks run it over.&lt;br /&gt;Mail it to random people I find in the phone book.&lt;br /&gt;Use it on my driveway this winter instead of sand.&lt;br /&gt;String all the shit together and put it on people’s xmas trees while they’re asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Send it all to Santa at the north pole.&lt;br /&gt;Dig a hole in someone’s lawn and bury it all.&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a plastic container with some food dye and give it to people as gifts, telling them it’s “sand art”.&lt;br /&gt;Put it in empty candy wrappers, close them up and then hand the candy out to kids at Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Mail it all to New Orleans, they need more land there and litter is absorbent.&lt;br /&gt;Stick it to my roof because it sort of looks like shingles.&lt;br /&gt;Make giant beanbag furniture with litter and some cheesy faux-leather material.&lt;br /&gt;Put eyes and a mouth on the pieces of shit and sell them as Mr. Hankey the Xmas Poo figures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dressed to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Over the weekend I attended an event where I had to dress up. Luckily it was a themed event that allowed me to wear my boots, my skull knee-high socks and conceal a cap-gun. It was weird to be all dressed up, but it was otherwise a fun time. No, I didn’t put caps in the gun; I didn’t want people to piss their good pants/nylons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall down drunk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gotten fall down drunk. I think this is a very good thing, as I don’t enjoy having issues with gravity. Gravity and I normally have a wonderful friendship where it stops me from flying off into space where I’d suffocate and die, and I don’t try to do things that make it pull me face-first into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we remembered those who gave their lives for war on the 11th, let’s remember those who put their lives on the line to prevent it and to do what they felt was right.&lt;br /&gt;So a special thanks to Stanislav Petrov and all other people like him. This guy should have been given an award, a parade and the thanks of all those who he saved by NOT blindly following orders/procedures. We’re human and need to remember that; machines can make war impersonal but we can’t forget the horrible reality of what these machines can do to other humans. We’re not just blips on a screen, some character in a video game or a number in a report. We’re all humans and can’t forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanislav_Petrov"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanislav_Petrov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve hit rock bottom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending most of last week working away at my new job, my place was starting to fill up with cat fur and dirty clothes. Today I went manic and cleaned everything. Have I truly become a crazy person who cleans for fun? What the hell? WHAT THE HELL?! What has happened to turn me into this domestic drone? Is it that I can put on my iPod stereo and rock out to tunes while I do my chores? Is it because it’s my own place and therefore isn’t as bad as cleaning my parents place? Maybe I’m just telling myself these things so I don’t have to admit that I’m doing this stuff. It’s not because I’m a chick though, don’t let that sexist bullshit creep into your brain, it is just stuff that has to be done and I’ve got some free time to do it. If you can live in your own filth, then that’s great for you but I don’t have to so I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Root beer is the new gingerale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve been on a root beer kick but then I noticed how much sugar was in it. There is a LOT of sugar in root beer. I’m trying to have some gingerale and a lot more juices mixed with extra water in an attempt to cut down on my sugar intake and increase my water intake. Root beer was the new gingerale but now both must be cut down. All my stalkers should take note of this and try to woo me with juices instead of gingerale and root beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4770778817706792563?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4770778817706792563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4770778817706792563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4770778817706792563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4770778817706792563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2007/11/whole-lot-of-nothing.html' title='A whole lot of nothing.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-4880924506007088196</id><published>2007-11-08T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:13:01.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good sleep wanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice castles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new job'/><title type='text'>Tired ramblings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did a lot of photo editing, as that is my new job. I work for a photographer, doing photo editing for weddings that she’s shot. It’s nice to be working again! I’m learning more about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PhotoShop&lt;/span&gt;, and it gets me out of the house every so often. The best part is that I don’t have to actually GO to any of these weddings, just edit the photos. I know you’re all jealous of my job but try to contain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/RzPQRiVC8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5dYYYUUUmhs/s1600-h/DSC00471a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130673400196559170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/RzPQRiVC8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5dYYYUUUmhs/s320/DSC00471a.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m a winner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t know, I won first place in a photography contest and got some cool prizes. I was surprised to win at all, and even more surprised at what photo won it. You can send me gifts of congratulations anytime. So now I'm a real winner. A REAL WINNER. Okay so it's not some huge thing that will have my parents crying with pride or anything, but it rocks that I won, my parents ARE proud and I think I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://decoyrobot.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-stuff-07-67161650"&gt;The photo that won &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This morning it actually snowed a bit, officially notifying everyone that yes, winter is on it’s way and it’s going to suck for a few months. There are rumours that it’s supposed to be up to 10 degrees next week, so that will give me time to pack away anything still outside that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be. I don’t like the idea of being trapped in the house for the next few months, but the idea of leaving it every day is even worse. Maybe this year I’ll try to find some sort of winter sport to participate in other than hiding under blankets for warmth, or trying to paint every room in my house a different colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanted : A good sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken early this morning by a paw to my head and a meow in my ear telling me she was starving for food. I played dead until she grew weary and left the room but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t sleep too much longer. I haven’t been sleeping so wonderfully lately and early morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pawings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t helping. I’ll just keep playing dead until she gets the idea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t bother, or until I’m actually dead, which will be a lesson to us both. What I really need is a full nights sleep where I wake up feeling rested. That’d be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice castles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our ancestors created grand castles made of ice during the ice age, we’d never know about it because they would all melt without leaving a trace of their existence. That sucks. I bet those castles were really big and wonderful. Then global warming came along and the ice age ended. I guess if we want to see something like that now, we can go to that Swedish ice hotel. Oh wait, why bother, I can go visit &lt;a href="http://www.icehotel-canada.com/en/images/photos/index.en.php"&gt;the one in Quebec&lt;/a&gt;, that’s much closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-4880924506007088196?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4880924506007088196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=4880924506007088196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4880924506007088196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/4880924506007088196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired-ramblings.html' title='Tired ramblings.'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/RzPQRiVC8UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5dYYYUUUmhs/s72-c/DSC00471a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215561937040063174.post-1200629224855013052</id><published>2007-11-07T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:23:14.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders'/><title type='text'>What would giant spiders do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was trying to figure out how to set up a blog on &lt;a href="http://www.theinsanedomain.com/"&gt;TheInsaneDomain.com &lt;/a&gt;for me to use instead of my current "&lt;a href="http://theinsanedomain.com/Other/nothing/nothingreally.htm"&gt;Nothing Really&lt;/a&gt;" section on the site. I complained about this to someone and they told me to try this place. So here I am, trying it out. Huzzah. Now to post this and then figure out how to change the colours and all that fun stuff called customization.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAFFEINE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hello my name is JCP and I have a coffee addiction.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not as bad as it used to be but still, I’m addicted.&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was drinking up to almost two pots of coffee a day – MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have two cups a day, maybe four or five cups in one day on the weekend. To an outside observer, it looks like I drink way more than that. The ugly truth is that usually I have a half-empty cup in front of me, the other half filled with barely lukewarm coffee. I will reheat my coffee numerous times throughout the day, but rarely seem to get to the bottom of it in one sitting. Thinking that this was somehow out of the addiction tag, I was rudely reminded that no, I’m fully addicted, after going for a full morning and afternoon without it. Only after the headache and crankiness escalated to the point that even my cat told me off, did I admit that caffeine was the source of the problem and gave into it. Sure enough, I felt much better after a cup of coffee. I was told recently that caffeine is a pain inhibitor, and that got me thinking about what else it does, seeing that I’m fully addicted to it and might want to know what it’s doing to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine  -  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caffeine"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caffeine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee    - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardcore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my butler visited from the UK, he needed to find himself a pair of hiking boots. Thinking that maybe the local Zellers would have a pair, we headed to the local Huntsville mall. Mall? It’s maybe 15 to 20 stores, barely a real mall at all. There is a music store in there, which I have passed by a few times but never really paid too much attention to. I assumed that, being in a smaller town, it would be filled with all the pre-chewed crap that all music stores feel obliged to have; the top 30 or so, a mix of older music appealing to the aging population around me and random soundtracks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my complete surprise, their “metal” section was twice as large as those in any city mall music store I've been to, and they had several albums from a band that I had been told “must not exist” before. They had an empty slot for a band (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/peepingtomispatton"&gt;Peeping Tom&lt;/a&gt;) that I had simply assumed wouldn’t be there at all, meaning that not only did they carry the album but had created a whole label for it on their shelves AND had sold out their copies. After the shock of all this wore off, I took another look around the store and realized that almost all the merchandise on the walls were for “heavier” bands. If these things are on the wall and in demand, then that means there is a whole world of hardcore here in northern Ontario that I was unaware of. I’ve not seen these people on the streets and have no idea where they are hiding out, but evidence of their existence is in the music store, hidden away in a mall that seems half dead all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would giant spiders care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If giant spiders came from outer space and landed on our planet, would they care about us fancy monkeys and take mercy on us all? Probably not. To be honest, I wouldn't blame them. We’d probably just shoot at them instead of trying to reach a reasonable solution anyway. All hail the giant spiders from outer space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public service message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine posted something that made me think so I’m spamming you all with it.&lt;br /&gt;“Here is the deal: we make money off of our recyling. We collect it, sort it and sell it to the highest bidder. Whoever that may be, takes it and doesnt' bury it, but rather makes it into products we buy. Have you ever been to a dollar store lately, where everything says it is made in China? If it is made of plastic then guess what? It is most likely made from our recyclables. The number one offender is plastic water bottles. I know, I know it is very controversial right now about the bottled water, but the reality is that we are paying the region to come and pick up air. Most bottles are not squished and take up so much room in the blue boxes the truck needs to dump at least once durring a route. If you don't want to drink tap water, you need to switch to the big ten letre bottles that are refillable and start filling your own plastic bottles. Basically what I learned is that everything that is plastic is petrolium based which comes from fossil fuels. This is a resouce that will run out of at somepoint. Please please please recylce and make better choices.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C’est l’alloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This year I actually dressed up. I was a creepy skeleton. I think it freaked out most of the brats who came for candy, which really is the whole point. What shocked me was how stupid kids have gotten. Myself and a friend were sitting in plain sight at the bottom of the stairs, talking with big bowls of candy on our laps. Kids went to walk by us and up the stairs. It wasn’t just one or two kids, but at least five of them. What the hell were they thinking?! Are they so programmed to walk to the door that they block out all signals to their brains telling them that hey, the candy isn’t up there? Idiots. They’re lucky I gave them candy at all. I refused to give candy to those that were old enough that they should know to say “trick or treat” instead of just shoving their bags in my face. I made them say it and say it loudly, or they’d not get anything. Those are the RULES of Halloween. It’s not a tough concept to grasp. Saying thank you is a whole other lesson, but not a difficult one either. You’re ALL brats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanut free chocolate treats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Isn’t peanut free chocolate bars thrown in with all the very peanuty treats on Halloween? Are we supposed to sort out these treats from all the others now? Are kids supposed to tell us they want the special peanut free candy? Do their parents really risk the kids lives by having them eating any old bar from a stranger in the first place? I’m just wondering. Then again, who in their right mind lets their kids eat a giant bag of candy, even if it is just one or two a day over a few months. Yet there is no good alternative and if you DID give the brats something that was good for them, they’d whine and complain. Next year I will give out sugarless candies disguised as real candy and I bet no one would notice the difference. Even if they did, it’s not like they would know it was from me anyway by the time they got home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9215561937040063174-1200629224855013052?l=jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1200629224855013052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9215561937040063174&amp;postID=1200629224855013052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1200629224855013052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9215561937040063174/posts/default/1200629224855013052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcpbrokenmoments.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-would-giant-spiders-do.html' title='What would giant spiders do?'/><author><name>JCP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07563259860886032158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tAewEDHahS0/SZWUcMpceqI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTk1WTp34Qk/S220/eyedup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
