<?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-8919450</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:57:44.165-07:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Sound Off by Texas T's</title><subtitle type='html'>Praise, Rants, and Raves!!

With Pictures!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-1608126408661317865</id><published>2009-06-18T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:20:31.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston ship channel cruise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Xstd3_0usI&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Xstd3_0usI&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-1608126408661317865?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/1608126408661317865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=1608126408661317865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/1608126408661317865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/1608126408661317865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2009/06/houston-ship-channel-cruise.html' title='Houston ship channel cruise.'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-1257492773776614949</id><published>2007-11-13T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:39:38.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There is no security on this earth, there is only opportunity."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style='font-size: 12pt;'&gt;- General Douglas MacArthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-1257492773776614949?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/1257492773776614949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=1257492773776614949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/1257492773776614949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/1257492773776614949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-1997009175614930645</id><published>2007-11-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T07:49:56.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fiction Author Bruce Sterling's Latest Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.technologyreview.com/Infotech/19533/page1/?a=f" target="_new"&gt;The Interoperation&lt;/a&gt; is published online at the &lt;a href="http://www.technologyreview.com/" target="_new"&gt;Technology Review&lt;/a&gt; website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interoperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture had given way to software management. So he turned buildings into construction programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an okay read. Certainly not Mr. Sterling’s most stirring work, but definitely not a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/sterling/2007/11/the-interoperat.html" target="_new"&gt;Beyond the Beyond&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-1997009175614930645?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.technologyreview.com/Infotech/19533/page1/' title='Science Fiction Author Bruce Sterling&apos;s Latest Effort'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/1997009175614930645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=1997009175614930645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/1997009175614930645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/1997009175614930645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/11/science-fiction-author-bruce-sterling.html' title='Science Fiction Author Bruce Sterling&apos;s Latest Effort'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-8060906441729707865</id><published>2007-11-06T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:42:47.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Stone Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I acquired my first Macintosh Computer. It was a MAC IIx. One of the first models where they made the case separate from the CRT (monitor). Even back then, Apple still had it all over any other machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had the machine a year or so, and started getting some funky I/O errors. Seemingly random, they would cause the machine to crash at the most in-opportune times. I finally got frustrated enough after working through all my Mac owning friends and they were far and few between (We were all clueless about these) that I called Appel Tech support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I described my issue to the support tech on the other end of the line. He listened patiently while I ran through my rant. When I fianlly wound down, he asked me if I was ready to try something a little un-orthodox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhat taken aback by this, but so frustrated that I was indeed open to suggestion. He asked me if the monitor was sitting on top of the case (It was) and would I power the system down and set the monitor aside? I didn’t see what this had to do with anything as when I asked him if we were going to open the case he answered no. But I powered down and moved the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: This is going to be a very low tech solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Please pick the case up about two and a half to three inches off the desk top. [I did this] OK now drop it! he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you sure about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes sir, quite sure. So I dropped the case back to the desktop. He had me do it two or three more times. The he had me power it back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was kind of laughing, but the machine seemed to be humming along. We chatted for a minute or two and then rang off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the expansion cards were spring loaded and dropping the unit to the desktop a time or two reseated the cards. I did this every 3 or 4 months after this call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had another problem with the mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-8060906441729707865?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8060906441729707865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=8060906441729707865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/8060906441729707865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/8060906441729707865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-in-stone-age.html' title='Back in the Stone Age'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-3816599677409653579</id><published>2007-11-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:34:36.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This is Just a Little Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Art collective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://h8w.net/work/im.html"&gt;Henry VIII's Wives&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;restaged historic photographs with elderly volunteers as the models. All of the models in the series, titled "Iconic Moments of the Twentieth Century," live in a home for the elderly in Glasgow. From the Henry VIII's Wives site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of aged volunteers pose in their everyday outfits and in their daily environment (the vicinity of the Home) to re-enact the scenes from well-known newspaper photographs taken from history books and encyclopaedias. The images in question depict ‘historical moments’ that took place in their lifetime: Churchill, Roosevelt and Stalin at the Yalta Conference during the World War II, the Napalm Attack and the killing a Vietcong from the Vietnam War, or the assassination of Lee Harvey Oswald, which was depicted live on a TV programme. Each of these images represents an immediately recognisable cultural leitmotif of its époque, the representation that overshadows the event it documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2007/11/04/recreated-historic-p.html"&gt;boingboing&lt;/a&gt;.net&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-3816599677409653579?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3816599677409653579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=3816599677409653579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/3816599677409653579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/3816599677409653579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-this-is-just-little-weird.html' title='Now This is Just a Little Weird'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-548202457411267811</id><published>2007-10-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:48:15.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures On my Flickr account!</title><content type='html'>On &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/" target="_new"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; over the last couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my trip to Austin for &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/sets/72157602671319670/" target="_new"&gt;Maker Faire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/1730969455/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/1730969455_ccaba215af_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSCF0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new pictures from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/sets/72157602761077150/" target="_new"&gt;downtown Houston&lt;/a&gt;. I took this series yesterday. We really do have a great looking downtown district. I stopped on the west side of Downtown in a little parking area on the Allen Parkway. Snapped off (quite) a few pictures and these were the best of the bunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/1790330447/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2176/1790330447_7c3e71540e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCF0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/sets/72157602761473050/" target="_new"&gt;Sculpture Garden&lt;/a&gt; a friend alerted me to in a post on her lj. This is sitting at roadside, Texas 288 @ Bellfort. No signs, no warning no nothing. &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;time=&amp;date=&amp;ttype=&amp;q=Bellfort+Blvd+at+Texas+288&amp;sll=29.667219,-95.384846&amp;sspn=0.004801,0.010321&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;t=h&amp;z=17&amp;om=1" target="_new"&gt;But there it is&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/1791473746/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2141/1791473746_52c8fe0789.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSCF0261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled over on the side of the road. There was a huge shoulder. Took a few pictures and was about to step on to the property for a better look, when I noticed one of the “Posted - No Tresspassing” signs. Dang! Still, these came out alright considering how far away I was. Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-548202457411267811?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/' title='New Pictures On my Flickr account!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/548202457411267811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=548202457411267811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/548202457411267811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/548202457411267811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-pictures-on-my-flickr-account.html' title='New Pictures On my Flickr account!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2324/1730969455_ccaba215af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-8723143082908944699</id><published>2007-10-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:26:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A New Cat In The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;...And it is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/1790732191/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/1790732191_d4185b84ed_o.png" width="472" height="543" alt="leoparddisk20070611.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I like all the eye candy in OS X Leopard...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-8723143082908944699?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8723143082908944699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=8723143082908944699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/8723143082908944699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/8723143082908944699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/10/theres-new-cat-in-house.html' title='There&apos;s A New Cat In The House'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-5111325885206087845</id><published>2007-10-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:59:43.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What happens When Engineers Have Idle Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Unemployed engineers having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chilloutzone.de/files/player.swf?b=10&amp;amp;l=19%207&amp;amp;u=ILLUMllSOOAvIF//P_LxP92A42lCHCeeWCejXnHAS/c"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fellas need to get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Brenda F.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-5111325885206087845?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5111325885206087845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=5111325885206087845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/5111325885206087845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/5111325885206087845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-what-happens-when-engineers.html' title='This is What happens When Engineers Have Idle Time'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-7130716793726828212</id><published>2007-10-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:08:00.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceleration Defined</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;One top fuel dragster 500 cubic inch Hemi engine makes more horsepower&lt;br /&gt;than the first 4 rows of stock cars at the Daytona 500.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Under full throttle, a dragster engine consumes 1-1/2 gallons of nitro&lt;br /&gt;methane per second; a fully loaded 747 consumes jet fuel at the same rate&lt;br /&gt;with 25% less energy being produced.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A stock Dodge Hemi V8 engine cannot produce enough power to drive the&lt;br /&gt;dragster's supercharger.  With 3,000 CFM of air being rammed in by the&lt;br /&gt;supercharger on overdrive, the fuel mixture is compressed into a&lt;br /&gt;near-solid form before ignition.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cylinders run on the verge of hydraulic lock at full throttle.  At the&lt;br /&gt;stoichiometric (stoichiometry: methodology and technology by which&lt;br /&gt;quantities of reactants and products in chemical reactions are determined)&lt;br /&gt;1.7:1 air/fuel mixture of nitro methane, the flame front temperature&lt;br /&gt;measures 7,050 deg F. Nitro methane burns yellow. The spectacular white&lt;br /&gt;flame seen above the stacks at night is raw burning hydrogen, dissociated&lt;br /&gt;from atmospheric water vapor by the searing exhaust gases.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dual magnetos supply 44 amps to each spark plug.  This is the output of &lt;br /&gt;an arc welder in each cylinder.  Spark plug electrodes are totally consumed&lt;br /&gt;during a pass. After halfway, the engine is dieseling from compression,&lt;br /&gt;plus the glow of exhaust valves at 1,400 deg F.  The engine can only be shut&lt;br /&gt;down by cutting the fuel flow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If spark momentarily fails early in the run, unburned nitro builds up in&lt;br /&gt;the affected cylinders and then explodes with sufficient force to blow&lt;br /&gt;cylinder heads off the block in pieces or split the block in half.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In order to exceed 300 mph in 4.5 seconds, dragsters must accelerate an&lt;br /&gt;average of over 4G's. In order to reach 200 mph (well before half-track),&lt;br /&gt;the launch acceleration approaches 8G's.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dragsters reach over 300 miles per hour before you have completed reading&lt;br /&gt;this sentence.  Top fuel engines turn approximately 540 revolutions from&lt;br /&gt;light to light! Including the burnout, the engine must only survive 900&lt;br /&gt;revolutions under load.&lt;br /&gt;The redline is actually quite high at 9,500 rpm. Assuming all the&lt;br /&gt;equipment&lt;br /&gt;is paid off, the crew worked for free, and for once NOTHING BLOWS UP, each&lt;br /&gt;run costs an estimate $1,000.00 per second.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The current top fuel dragster elapsed time record is 4.441 seconds for the&lt;br /&gt;quarter mile (10/05/03, Tony Schumacher). The top speed record is 333.00&lt;br /&gt;mph (533 km/h) as measured over the last 66' of the run (09/28/03 Doug&lt;br /&gt;Kalitta).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Putting all of this into perspective, picture this scenario: You are&lt;br /&gt;driving the average $140,000 Lingenfelter "twin-turbo" powered Corvette Z06.&lt;br /&gt;Over a mile up the road, a top fuel dragster is staged and ready to launch down a&lt;br /&gt;quarter mile strip as you pass You have the advantage of a flying start.&lt;br /&gt;You run the 'Vette hard up through the gears and blast across the starting&lt;br /&gt;line and pass the dragster at an honest 200 mph. The "tree" goes green for&lt;br /&gt;both of you at that moment.The dragster launches and starts after you. You&lt;br /&gt;keep your foot down hard, but you hear an incredibly brutal whine that&lt;br /&gt;sears your eardrums and within 3 seconds, the dragster catches and passes you.&lt;br /&gt;He beats you to the finish line, a quarter mile away from where you just&lt;br /&gt;passed him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Think about it, from a standing start, the dragster had spotted you 200&lt;br /&gt;mph and not only caught, but nearly blasted you off the road when he passed&lt;br /&gt;you within a mere 1,320 foot long race course.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ... and that my friend, is ACCELERATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From an email from my friend bamatex! Thanx, Larry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-7130716793726828212?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/7130716793726828212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=7130716793726828212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/7130716793726828212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/7130716793726828212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/10/acceleration-defined.html' title='Acceleration Defined'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-4565319506238624360</id><published>2007-08-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:01:22.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>When Negative People Do Their Best To Rain On Your Parade!</title><content type='html'>A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome  with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser,  who responded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded  and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting  there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great  rate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible  airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're  always late. So, where are you stayi ng in Rome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be at this  exclusive little place over  on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't  go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna be something  special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The  rooms are small, the service is surly, and they're overpriced. So, whatcha'  doing when you get there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we  hope to see the Pope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and  a million other people trying to see him.  He'll look the size of an ant. Boy,  good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A  month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The  hairdresser asked, "Well, how was your trip to Rome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was  wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of  Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to  first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old  steward who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just  finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in  the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their  owner's suite at no extra charge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," muttered the hairdresser,  "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the  Pope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually , we were quite lucky, because as we toured the  Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope  likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his  private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five  minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand; I knelt down  and he spoke a few words to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really! What'd he  say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said: "Where'd you get the  shitty hairdo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-4565319506238624360?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4565319506238624360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=4565319506238624360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/4565319506238624360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/4565319506238624360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-negative-people-do-their-best-to.html' title='When Negative People Do Their Best To Rain On Your Parade!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-8067543578585010712</id><published>2007-05-05T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:27:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-8067543578585010712?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8067543578585010712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=8067543578585010712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/8067543578585010712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/8067543578585010712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2007/05/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-116576494410170671</id><published>2006-12-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:38:05.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News and Holiday Greetings!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone is having a Joyeaux Noelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sort of made a move from blogger to livejournal. The bulk of my posting activity is going on lj right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a modelrailroader?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got pictures you want to share? Have you got a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;flickr.com&lt;/a&gt; account? (If you don't have an account, it is pretty easy to sign up for one. And it's free!) I think if you have a Yahoo! photos account you can also join and post, but I'm not sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and join the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/modelrailroading/"&gt;Modelrailroading group&lt;/a&gt; and share those great photos! I started this group in 2005 and I also admin for this bunch of train-nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flickr group is about all aspects of Model Railroading - Concepts, design, planning, construction, running trains, models, scenery, you name it. This is the place for it! All Scales are welcome! Post photos, or start a discussion. Currently we have 26 members and are always open to more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of my favoprites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dukeofct/261401507/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Time to go home" src="http://static.flickr.com/98/261401507_a4e231fdd8.jpg" height="331" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/61136257/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/61136257_a555feea5d.jpg" alt="RickTownsendsATSF014" height="331" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/85459100/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tankcars on the brink of darkness" src="http://static.flickr.com/42/85459100_5435e527bc.jpg" height="353" width="493" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/railroady/277148885/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/105/277148885_0b0dc46a1a.jpg" alt="CRW_2068 Soo Line BW" height="330" width="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Come on! Share your Modelrailroading goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a joyeaux noelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also posted an invite on my liverjournal page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://texasts.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://texasts.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as the modelrailroading community on LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/modelrailroader/"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/modelrailroader/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;TexasT's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-116576494410170671?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/116576494410170671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=116576494410170671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116576494410170671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116576494410170671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/12/news-and-holiday-greetings.html' title='News and Holiday Greetings!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-116372913579122063</id><published>2006-11-16T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:13:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is TexasT's?</title><content type='html'>He thinks he is moving to LiveJournal. com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you join him &lt;a href="http://texasts.livejournal.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;? Same great taste, just more flexibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://texasts.livejournal.com/"&gt;TexasT's Invades LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep this active and probably switch to the NEW blogger. Right now, though, the majority of my energy is being expended on &lt;a href="http://texasts.livejournal.com/"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me! As usual I've got a lot to say about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-116372913579122063?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://texasts.livejournal.com/' title='Where Is TexasT&apos;s?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/116372913579122063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=116372913579122063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116372913579122063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116372913579122063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-is-texasts.html' title='Where Is TexasT&apos;s?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-116113735419394730</id><published>2006-10-17T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:10:36.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The News That Fits</title><content type='html'>Excuse me if I seem to be rambling on. Might be the meds...hahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oddly enough - Humor! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be feeling better...My sense of humor seems to be returning. I laughed out loud when I read these. Or it could be the meds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Freely Stolen from the Oct '06 Readers Digest- All In a Days Work:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one is for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Offspring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A customer came into our coffee shop and ordered a pastry. "This my breakfast AND lunch," he told my co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Oh," &lt;/b&gt;she said,&lt;b&gt; " you're killing two birds with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one scone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Jill Stout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'd just lobbied a Congressman in his Washington, D.C. office when I stopped to use the rest room. After washing my hands, I stepped up to the dryer and noticed a note pasted to it. The note said, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Push button for a message from Congress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Michael Brokovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Other TexasT's News:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sent a note to my team today&lt;/b&gt; for the basket that I rec'd from them this afternoon! It's got plenty of fruit (which I need), cookies and such (which I don't, heh. But will be happy to take care of!), and Chocolate (which I most definitely DO need! ha)! V-e-d-d-y n-i-c-e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday I had a septoplasty and turbinate surgery. &lt;/b&gt;Surgery seems to have gone well. But boy am I glad I shaved as I had a nosebleed all day and most of the night. What a mess that could have been. Yucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, kept me awake last night. Didn't sleep a wink. Still can't breathe out of my nose very well, but without the packing I removed this morning there is some improvement, but not much yet. I dozed on and off all day, thanks to meds from the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is pretty swollen. "&lt;b&gt;ad I soud like I hab a readdy bab code in my node&lt;/b&gt;" Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since I shaved&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Offspring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says, "You probably look like you are in your 20's now."&lt;br /&gt;I say,"Thank you! Yeah right..."  You know what they say about flattery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't understand why my &lt;b&gt;ribcage feels like someone has been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;STANDING ON it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the Doctor on Monday and hope to be back to work soon after that. But we will see what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah - in other news&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped smoking on Monday as well. I'm started on  "the patch" as well. So maybe this time I can make it stick! (pun intended) Seemed to work for a co-worker so...With the surgery and all - it just seemed like a good time...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Probably a good thing I am by myself most of the day, eh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;a href="http://davidoflondon.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-116113735419394730?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/116113735419394730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=116113735419394730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116113735419394730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116113735419394730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-news-that-fits.html' title='All The News That Fits'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-116074175710753283</id><published>2006-10-13T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:02:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All These Floating Things in the City Hall Reflection Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/0/unnamed-image-1-757107.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I dunno. But if I want anyone to see what there is I'll have toget a little closer with my camera phone. Crap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-116074175710753283?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/116074175710753283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=116074175710753283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116074175710753283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116074175710753283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-these-floating-things-in-city-hall.html' title='All These Floating Things in the City Hall Reflection Pond'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-116024079537802799</id><published>2006-10-07T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:06:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward - TexasT's Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday mid morning - On my way back up  to Cube City - Guy gets on, on the eighth floor. He got a tray of big ole  chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "&lt;strong&gt;For me?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says,  "Certainly. No, really you can have one if you like!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Thanks -  but I better not. Well, okay just one though.&lt;/strong&gt;" I take a cookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets off on twelve and says, "Have a great day!" I don't even know  the guy. But he has just made my day with this &lt;strong&gt;Random Act of  Kindness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later as me and the girls from our corner of the  building are looking for lunch in the tunnels in downtown H-Town. They decide on  rabbit food. I saw an Otto's Bar-B-Que a few stores back and decide to get a  beef spud. Work my way through the line, got my food (to go), and am at the  cashier. She tells me the price, and I say (thinking of that guy in the  elevator, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead and add hers in too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" motioning to  the woman behind me. She starts to sputter and protest about a stranger buying  her lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Lady, No Fear. I'm just payin' it forward. Some  stranger did something nice for me today an' I'm just doin' somethin' nice for  you!&lt;/strong&gt;" I pay the tab and make my way out to where the girls are waiting  for me, leaving one flustered, but smiling lady behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that  about?" one of my companions asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nothing. Just a  RAK..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? A rack? What are you talking about? What do you mean a  RACK?" Ah well, maybe they'll figure it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you - nothing." I  reply and walk whistling through the crowd on my way back to the  office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do good things - Practice Random Acts of Kindness. I  promise - It will make your day to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pay It Forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8919450-116024079537802799?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/116024079537802799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=116024079537802799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116024079537802799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/116024079537802799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/10/pay-it-forward-texasts-style.html' title='Pay It Forward - TexasT&apos;s Style'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115931797360615093</id><published>2006-09-26T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:46:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just found a new blog:  H-Town Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't look like there is much activity on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://htownblogs.com/"&gt;actual blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; - But there are a heap of Houston bloggers on the link list...There are quite a few of us out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's lookin' at ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://htownblogs.com/"&gt;H-Town Bloggers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there via a link from the houstonpress.com site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;woot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115931797360615093?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://htownblogs.com/' title='Just found a new blog:  H-Town Blogs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115931797360615093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115931797360615093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115931797360615093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115931797360615093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-found-new-blog-h-town-blogs.html' title='Just found a new blog:  H-Town Blogs'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115799089912138084</id><published>2006-09-11T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T09:08:19.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Where were you on this the most infamous of days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was right where I am now...Here in Cube City in a Hi-rise, in DT Houston. Got a call from the Queen, went in to a conference room, turned on the tube (Oh Shit!) and that was about all the work I got done for that day. Tuned in right about the time the second plane hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was stunned to silence - to say the least. Anger came later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People on the floor were freaking out because they were in a hi-rise too. Some of that was understandable given these persons natures. However, I was not among them. Some of the folks that were sure surprised me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managment for most companies in DT Houston released their employees to go home early that day. And the Big Clam (to it's credit, I guess) was right there with the others. So we all went home and turned on the tv...I sat there like a piece of wood. And wondered who would be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it though - those two towers stood out like a sore thumb and were a symbol for Capitalism. It wasn't the first time they were targeted either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115799089912138084?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115799089912138084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115799089912138084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115799089912138084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115799089912138084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-where-were-you-on-this-most.html' title='So Where were you on this the most infamous of days?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115716197387470172</id><published>2006-09-01T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:52:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if we needed more proof</title><content type='html'>That the world has gone stone fucking crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most emailed photo over the last two days if of a baby's first (reportedly) first ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TURD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/afp/20060830/capt.sge.ivd65.300806212449.photo00.photo.default-512x368.jpg?x=380&amp;y=273&amp;amp;sig=a1r87HseKbx5LwQV75WJ.w--"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/afp/20060830/capt.sge.ivd65.300806212449.photo00.photo.default-512x368.jpg?x=380&amp;y=273&amp;amp;sig=a1r87HseKbx5LwQV75WJ.w--" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to the Yahoo! article! &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;ncid=1756&amp;amp;e=1&amp;u=/060830/photos_od_afp/5d108b749e7456c3fb19b6168841dbe5"&gt;Most emailed Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but that poor kid of Cruise's is gonna be screwed! What kind of warped is it to have baby's first shit bronzed. And THEN! As if this weren't enough...Have it auctioned off!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!?&lt;/span&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/8919450-115716197387470172?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115716197387470172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115716197387470172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115716197387470172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115716197387470172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-if-we-needed-more-proof.html' title='As if we needed more proof'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115715974089374290</id><published>2006-09-01T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:40:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken at the Park-n-Ride right here in Katy, Texas</title><content type='html'>Taken with my Razr phone this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/0/unnamed-image-1-740893.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad considering I took it with my PHONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115715974089374290?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115715974089374290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115715974089374290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115715974089374290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115715974089374290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/09/taken-at-park-n-ride-right-here-in.html' title='Taken at the Park-n-Ride right here in Katy, Texas'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115647531633873023</id><published>2006-08-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:28:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Of Things For Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Think So, TexT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I've been walking briskly down four blocks to catch the bus most afternoons lately. Sounds good doesn't it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I suppose if I'm &lt;u&gt;smoking&lt;/u&gt; at the time, that negates any health&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;benefit I hope to derive from it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sense Of Irony?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I was pulling out of the Park and Ride this evening, I noticed a Mercedes Coupe with the hood up. As I went by, I noticed the driver coming around from the far side with a pair of jumper cables. Don't Mercedes' have automatic everything? Like headlights that turn off automatically? I probably should have stopped, as I vaguely remember seeing those lights on as l pulled in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I didn't.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why? Well, I've been slugging between Katy and downtown Houston, since about 1999, and in my experience, most of the &lt;strong&gt;GUYS &lt;/strong&gt;that drive expen&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;ive german car&lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;, are the rudest, most arrogant, and selfish drivers in town. Would he have stopped for me if l was broken down? Probably not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why do I feel guilty? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dunno - I'd like to say, "Maybe a lifetime of taking the high road where this kind of stuff is concerned." But I can't. But I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;spent most of my adult life trying to always do the right thing. I don't always succeed at that. As a matter of fact, I hardly ever do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still, it ain't a bad thing to aspire to, is it?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should have turned around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An Analogy Levels of Complexity Between the Sexes?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/texasts/pic/000025rq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/texasts/pic/000025rq/s320x240" alt="" align="middle" border="0" height="195" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanx and a tip of the ole fedora to BamaTex for that last one. Where the hell do you find this stuff anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8919450-115647531633873023?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115647531633873023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115647531633873023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115647531633873023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115647531633873023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/08/couple-of-things-for-today_24.html' title='Couple Of Things For Today...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115497411601720557</id><published>2006-08-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T11:08:36.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd In A Series Stuff You'll Find In Our Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;First - Here's the backyard - From the backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/208216541/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 627px; height: 472px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/208216541_9818bc35b4.jpg" alt="2006_0806BackYard0010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;click any Picture for a larger view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two oak trees, and as well as 1/2 dozen pine trees back here. That's one of the oaks on the left in the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you imagine trying to reason with hurricane season with all this stuff? Well we did. And it was a severe pain in the you know whatsis! Last year when Rita was a threat, we cleared all of this that we possibly could. Including the patio cover. We tried not to leave anything that would have potentially become a missile in high winds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have a lot of interesting things (Well, I like to think so, anyway) back here, most of them of the organic type stuff. Come from living with two people that take care of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;plants&lt;/span&gt; for a living. Me, I'm just an old computer jock they keep around for the heavy crap and to mow the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt;. This summer, because of all the rain, we have had to mow lots! Haven't been able to do it every week either because it's been &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;muddy&lt;/span&gt; or under &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;water (blub!)&lt;/span&gt; at times. Not too deep. Just enough to keep us from getting out there and splashing around in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;muddy water&lt;/span&gt; while pushing a lawn mower. Bl-e-e-a-h! But our boxer likes it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets Have a Look Around - Shall We?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/208215984/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 266px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/59/208215984_2273f8d2c9_m.jpg" alt="2006_0806BackYard0005" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely NO Hunting&lt;/span&gt;! We're serious. Unless you are hunting weeds, of course!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/208216077/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 336px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/60/208216077_8c6db2dd74.jpg" alt="2006_0806BackYard0006" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Queen and The Roomate planted these in these hangers using a coconut liner filled with potting soil. That green looks like it would glow in the dark doesn't it? It's actually just the bright sunlight behind me. Mind they do look pretty neon=like don't they? The trees in the background are in the neighbors yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/202019311/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 344px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/202019311_78ef64366b.jpg" alt="Passion Vine Flower 2" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have our Passion Vine. It sits in a 25 gallon tub near the fence. These flowers bloom for one day and then they die. Fortunately, the plant produces a lot of blooms! They smell fine too! If you ever smelled one, you would know why they are called the Passion vine. Va-Voom!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/202020029/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 317px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/78/202020029_d76783d263.jpg" alt="See any 4 leaf Clovers?" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Breaks into song*, "I'm lookin' over a four leaf clover!"&lt;br /&gt;We got these at a water garden store we frequent sometimes. These seem to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, purple clover. Probably a radioactive, mutant strain. *Grins* But they are beautiful. and purple. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Really PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;caption style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also have six sets (or so) of windchimes. And other assorted hangie-downie thingies!&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/208216117/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/85/208216117_6b2e99c6bf.jpg" alt="2006_0806BackYard0007" align="middle" height="500" width="88" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/208216216/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/74/208216216_8830daecfe.jpg" alt="2006_0806BackYard0008" align="middle" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/208215910/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/58/208215910_87bb6bb87e.jpg" alt="2006_0806BackYard0004" align="middle" height="500" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, That's it for now. Gotta get some work done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh here are the other two in case you are interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-my-back-yard-this-morning.html"&gt;In My Backyard This Morning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/05/post-from-my-garden.html"&gt;Post From My Garden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115497411601720557?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115497411601720557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115497411601720557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115497411601720557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115497411601720557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/08/3rd-in-series-stuff-youll-find-in-our.html' title='3rd In A Series Stuff You&apos;ll Find In Our Backyard'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115456589108601153</id><published>2006-08-02T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:44:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Pretty Cool DIY! via Lifehacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a good idea...The next time you are on a road trip, try this. Check out this post on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://lifehacker.com/"&gt;LifeHacker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I really like this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://lifehacker.com/software/maps/diy-hud-in-action-191129.php"&gt;DIY HUD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you do is get your map, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;enlarge it somewhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, use some software to mirror it, print it out,  and put it up in the windshield. I'd use Paint Shop Pro, but you can use whatever you have that's capable. I don't think the map would do me any good (other than giving me a headache) but I think turn by turn directions in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;large font&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; that were mirrored would do just fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some commenters have some improvement suggestions as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is almost luddite like in it's execution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a sample! See the full size on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/205272700/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/85/205272700_a75d022483_m.jpg" alt="TurnByTurn" height="231" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reverersed version!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/205272727/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/79/205272727_b0646f64de_m.jpg" alt="TurnByTurnRev" height="231" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File this under: lifehacker, diy, luddite, flickr, hud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115456589108601153?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115456589108601153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115456589108601153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115456589108601153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115456589108601153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-pretty-cool-diy-via-lifehacker.html' title='This is a Pretty Cool DIY! via Lifehacker'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115444534216723034</id><published>2006-08-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:48:54.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my Cube Mate's 30th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.libo.ru/"&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/h.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/a.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/p.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/p.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/y.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/b.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/i.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/r.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/t.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/h.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/d.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/a.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/y.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/r.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/u.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/t.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="48" src="http://www.libo.ru/test/abc/30/h.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Напиши еще?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/204009188/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="RuthsFlowers" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/204009188_3aa286e9bc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope these are from her husband. If not, I'd say he is in sooooooooooooo much trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115444534216723034?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115444534216723034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115444534216723034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115444534216723034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115444534216723034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-my-cube-mates-30th-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my Cube Mate&apos;s 30th Birthday!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115315250810470551</id><published>2006-07-17T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:08:28.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Smokeless on day 7!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm smoke free. But this feels like it may be the hardest day yet! I feel like I haven't eaten. You know that empty, shakey feeling you get when you need to eat? That's how I feel and I've eaten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm basically feeling like refried crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"  &gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think I've finished (mostly) with my DB crap for work. I'll probably need to tweak it. But that's for later today. Got to see the doctor about my elbow(?) And pickup filters for the AC units for the house. Need to mow and edge the front yard too. But I'll wait till the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is over the house for that. And pay some bills. And the Queen says I don't do anything on my days off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The power of the executive to cast a man into prison without formulating any charge known to the law, and particularly to deny him the judgment of his peers, is in the highest degree odious, and the foundation of all totalitarian government whether Nazi or Communist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~~Winston Churchill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Courtesy of one of my favorite authors - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/index.asp" _fcksavedurl="http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/index.asp"&gt;William Gibson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; - Found on his blog - And never more appropriate that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How about a few links I've found to be interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The last of Mr. Gibson's books was "Pattern Recognition" in which the protagonist was a Cool Hunter. She was able to recognize what the nect latest thing was going to be, or when it was going to be so over. Hence:  Josh Rubin's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.coolhunting.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.coolhunting.com/"&gt;CoolHunting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; - Cool Hunting: finding things in the intersection of design, culture and technology that excite the imagination and inspire creativity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Upon which I found this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cleverkitchen.de/englisch/index.html" _fcksavedurl="http://www.cleverkitchen.de/englisch/index.html"&gt;The kitchen of the future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Actually for my european friends it is already here. The Clever kitchen. From our ever so efficient friends in Germany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How about this cool app. Quikmaps - Interacts with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://earth.google.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;google earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to let you draw your own map. This is way cool. They will even host it for you. The blog is here: http://wanderingken.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The app: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.quikmaps.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.quikmaps.com/"&gt;Quikmaps.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dell has a blog? Too little, too late or right on time? You decide...Dell's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.dellone2one.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.dellone2one.com/"&gt;one2one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://arstechnica.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://arstechnica.com/"&gt;ArsTechnica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for the PC enthusiast in you. And me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.engadget.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.engadget.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engadget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; reports on tech for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.lifehacker.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.lifehacker.com/"&gt;Lifehacker. com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; For the geek in all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Computers make us more productive. Yeah, right. &lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.lifehacker.com/"&gt;Lifehacker&lt;/a&gt; recommends the software downloads and web sites that actually save time. Don't live to geek; geek to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.techcrunch.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.techcrunch.com/"&gt;TechCrunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is "a weblog dedicated to obsessively profiling and reviewing new web 2.0 products and companies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.techdirt.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://www.techdirt.com/"&gt;TechDirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. The name kinda says it all don't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Because what everybody needs is a Garfield dissection service: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://permanent-monday.blogspot.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://permanent-monday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Garfield: Permanent Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;official google blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; at blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Got a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://direct.motorola.com/ENS/web_producthome.asp?Country=USA&amp;language=ENS&amp;amp;productid=30334" _fcksavedurl="http://direct.motorola.com/ENS/web_producthome.asp?Country=USA&amp;language=ENS&amp;amp;productid=30334"&gt;Moto RAZR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;? So does this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://zacowens.com/" _fcksavedurl="http://zacowens.com/"&gt;fellow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. And he's got a few hacks for it here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://zacowens.com/node/31" _fcksavedurl="http://zacowens.com/node/31"&gt;Razr V3, V3C, V3x&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; . How to get free dialup here. With video: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://zacowens.com/internetrazr" _fcksavedurl="http://zacowens.com/internetrazr"&gt;Free internet on laptop using your cell phone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; . Also has Phone tools software here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://zacowens.com/node/407" _fcksavedurl="http://zacowens.com/node/407"&gt;OBEX File Manager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Zac liked this SW better than the Moto stuff. Drivers here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://zacowens.com/node/8" _fcksavedurl="http://zacowens.com/node/8"&gt;My Awsome Razr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (which you will need for your PC.  Also a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://zacowens.com/forum/16" _fcksavedurl="http://zacowens.com/forum/16"&gt;message board&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; if you just don't get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Zac says a regular digital camera USB cable will connect your phone to your PC. It looks like it should. But bear in mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haven't tried any of this stuff yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this is not an endorsement. If you fry your phone doing this stuff do not come here bitching&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. As I said I haven't tried any of this. But I'm gonna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I have phone insurance, too. I'm merely pointing in the direction you may want to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See you around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Next!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115315250810470551?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115315250810470551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115315250810470551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115315250810470551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115315250810470551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-smokeless-on-day-7.html' title='Still Smokeless on day 7!!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115223454668258104</id><published>2006-07-06T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:09:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Speculative Future (fiction by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; rangy, gray haired, darkly tanned man rises and starts to speak at a gathering of 40 - 50 people in a semi-ruined auditorium located somewhere in the Central South of the North American Continent in what used to be the United States of America. The group that has gathered here in this ruined spot, in this ruined city, are mostly younger than the man who has risen to speak. They are, in various shapes and sizes, mostly skinny, (hungry) disheveled, and dirty looking bunch. Every one in the room, if you could actually apply the term to the place, including the gray haired man looks to be carrying at least one weapon of some kind. Looking&lt;br /&gt;around himself, into the crowd, he hesitates a moment, and then starts to speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, forty years ago, I was a support programmer for a major oil multinational, in Houston, Texas. What were you doing forty years ago? Trouble is, most of y'all weren't even born then. Those of y'all that were, know that things were a lot different back then. Trouble is, there ain't that many of us left. That remember. Most of us that do and that still have our wits about us, are gettin' old. And wore out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses for effect and then continues, "I was born in Nine-teen fifty-eight. I guess that makes me one of the oldest people  here. Do any of y'all even know what year it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one in the back of the ruinous amphitheater yells out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, you in the back. It is now the summer of 2045. You must be damn near as old as I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the year 2005, I was forty-seven and I had all the stuff that was thought to have mattered. A wife. A house. A Mortgage. A good job. Three kids (one that was mine, two that were hers). One of our kids was graduating High School. The other two were in College. One Sport Ute and two cars. A long commute. A retirement fund and a pension to look forward to. And Two (count 'em) ex-wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything that went along with all that shit. Hell, most of y'all don't even know what most of that shit is, do ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pause. Then, "That was the year everything started. And started to end. American Society at that time was the top of the heap, Numero Uno. The big cheese. We had the best of everything and we were the best, and brightest. Or so we thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the trouble with bein' on top. There's always some sumbitch to come along an' try and knock you off the top. We were the only Superpower left. An' we shoulda been on the lookout for the fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what the Soviets found out twenty years earlier. When their own people rose up and said, 'ENOUGH!!' Theirs was a crummy system anyway. The government couldn't sustain their economics and finally fell over from their own heavy handed, top heavy systems."  The old man paused, as if trying to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some younger man in his immediate vicinity mutters something and the gray hued man picks up on it, "Wha'd you say there, youngster? This ain't no history lesson? Well, yeah, it kinda is...So get on with it you say! Watcher hurry? You got an appointment?" The kid backs off and sits down on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2005, the year that everything started. Actually it was the year before, in '04. It probably really started before the millenium turned, but '04 was when I started payin' attention..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were all kinds of signs. The entire planet was in trouble. Natural disasters, high unemployment. There were wars over religious beliefs goin' on. Prices for staples rising higher and higher. Pollution indicators off the scales. Mass deforestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy fuckin' weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And one of the most ignorant, arrogant bastards in the Whitehouse in history."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We, the planet, were in deep shit. An' we were too self absorbed to even realize it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115223454668258104?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115223454668258104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115223454668258104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115223454668258104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115223454668258104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/07/speculative-future-fiction-by-me_06.html' title='A Speculative Future (fiction by me)'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115211574772349264</id><published>2006-07-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:09:07.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to see a Play at the Alley Theater Saturday, "Wait Until Dark".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that ain't what this is about.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daughter #1 invited us. She has an internship there. So off to Dinner and the Alley we go...The Queen, Daughter #1, and the BF. And I. Our seats (At the Alley) were almost in Pairs. The Queen and I's were.  Daughter #1 and BF were separated by a row. But they were able to sit together as there were some no shows in thier immediate vicinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Play was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that ain't what this is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the show, while we were standing in line waiting for the Parking Garage elevator, everyone is kind of antsy. I suggest to the Queen, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why don't we go to Birra Poretti's and wait for traffic to die down? We can have a cup of coffee or something&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" A withering glance..."&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," I say. Dunno if the kids are aware of the tension level between the Queen and I or not. You'd have to be unconsious to not feel it. &lt;em&gt;Or DEAD...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus I have discussed it with Daughter #1 in the near past. &lt;em&gt;I assume she has talked to the BF and perhaps other family members about it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that ain't what this is about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the others decide that rather waiting in the line for the elevator(s), we should take the stairs. To the 5th Floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didn't think this was really a wonderful idea, but decided to keep it to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the time we had gone up 4 flights, I (&lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;) could no longer catch my breath. It was like being at high altitude.  There was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; air for me here...I hadn't the presence of mind to bring an inhaler with me. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) Luckily the truck was actually on about floor 4.5. I made it to the vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daughter #1 is looking at me, "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you all right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No-oooo-ooooo-ooooo-ooo...I'm not. I can't seem to catch my breath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want some water?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" she asks. I didn't bother to point out that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was the LEAST of my worries. But I took the bottle any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We cruise on out of the Garage. The Queen lights up a smoke. I was about to ask her for one - I had run out while we were at the theater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But something stopped me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)DUH!( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the time I had sufficiently recovered my wits we were on Richmond Avenue. Going toward the kids' apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Queen asks me, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You want me to stop at this store so you can get some cigarettes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was about to say ok, but at the same time I was thinking, 'Are you FUCKING CRAZY?!?!?' I heard myself saying as if from the inside of a long tunnel, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No - Don't bother...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sidelong glance from the drivers' seat, "&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok-aaaaaay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm quitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." Who said that? Did I just hear myself say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the backseat, "&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" I say...Enough is enough. Walking up four flights of stairs should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel like a suicide attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what this post is REALLY about!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now four days later. I still haven't killed anyone. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Not that I haven't thought about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) I havent really slept well since Friday night. But I was expecting that. I feel okay I guess. Aside from an overall jitteryness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit itchy....and (B)itchy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Definitely a person NOT to be fucked with, right now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115211574772349264?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115211574772349264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115211574772349264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115211574772349264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115211574772349264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/07/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-Oh!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115185925502916862</id><published>2006-07-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T09:54:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Percolating on My Trip to North Florida</title><content type='html'>Been back for less than two weeks and I'm still unsure how I feel about that trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115185925502916862?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115185925502916862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115185925502916862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115185925502916862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115185925502916862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-percolating-on-my-trip-to-north.html' title='Still Percolating on My Trip to North Florida'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115149819742909352</id><published>2006-06-28T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T05:36:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of Books I Read Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read Gregory Maguire's take on the Wicked Witch of the West.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good first novel I must say. Though, I've heard some of his other stuff ain't so hot. I really liked the witch. She was believable in a fantasy kind of way. You have to sympathize with the witch when you read this tome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm quite sure, though that he sees OZ alot (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) differently than Baum did. The characters in this book were positively &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RANDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T's rates it: TTTTT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Side note - I just started reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Also read (again) Connie Willis' tongue in cheek take on chaos theory, fad research, and love: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Belwether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the way Connie writes prose! This book is a series of absolute corporate fuck-ups from front to back! I used to work in a big research facility that was not academic, so I can identify! If you are into speculative fiction and you work in the corporate world, you should read this book! Of course, I recommend (really!) anything by Connie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T's rates it: TTTTT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8919450-115149819742909352?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115149819742909352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115149819742909352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115149819742909352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115149819742909352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/couple-of-books-i-read-recently.html' title='Couple of Books I Read Recently'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115072913189082141</id><published>2006-06-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:58:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More from North Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about time to take off for Houston. I'll be leaving in the early morning, to head back out west. &lt;em&gt;Think I'll actually overnight somewhere in betw&lt;/em&gt;een, this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been an interesting visit. Both my sisters kids are great! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reunion was a bust (for me). But nothing ventured, nothing gained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comments for my last few Mo-Posts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A1A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, apparently when you ZOOOOOOM in, it makes the photo a bit smaller. Who knew?! I'll have to try to get a more decent one before I leave.But the photo is actually taken outside of St. Augustine, Florida. Up the road a piece from the School for the Blind there. This is the school  Ray Charles attended as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the way to the Beach!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister Jean driving on the way to Vilano beach. Vilano Beach is south of Ponte Vedra Beach (and north of St. Augustine beach) and appears to be one of the last beaches you can drive your car on in North Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recycled Roofing Parking lot at UNF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;University of North Florida. I think this is a great way to recycle old roofing materials. Beats the hell out of putting them in a landfill, don't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115072913189082141?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115072913189082141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115072913189082141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115072913189082141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115072913189082141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-from-north-florida.html' title='More from North Florida'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115063584018013978</id><published>2006-06-18T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T06:04:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycled roofing parking lot at UNF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/0/unnamed-image-1-740180.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115063584018013978?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115063584018013978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115063584018013978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115063584018013978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115063584018013978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/recycled-roofing-parking-lot-at-unf.html' title='Recycled roofing parking lot at UNF'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115056149133744868</id><published>2006-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:24:58.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to the beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/0/unnamed-image-1-791337.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115056149133744868?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115056149133744868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115056149133744868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115056149133744868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115056149133744868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-way-to-beach.html' title='On the way to the beach!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115047619630794715</id><published>2006-06-16T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:43:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A1A</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="160" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/0/unnamed-image-1-796307.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115047619630794715?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115047619630794715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115047619630794715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115047619630794715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115047619630794715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/a1a.html' title='A1A'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115046334435340830</id><published>2006-06-16T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T06:12:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things From Jacksonville...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Sister is on Dial-up (sigh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy Crap! Does it take forever to display a page...And the browser that Compuserve uses is so much like AOL (Grrrrrr!) and doesn't seem to like the Standard Blogger interface So - forced to connect with Compuserve and then use IE 6 (or whatever...) (Grrrrrrrr!) But hey, there is a PC so I can stay connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It Doesn't Feel Like 30 Years!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met up with an old school bud yesterday. It had actually been about 32 or 33 years since I'd seen him. Still the same ornery guy - but mellowed somewhat with age. And he has more gray hair than I do! He was always a cowboy. Loved Hosses and Dawgs and still does...And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Does he live a long way in the country! Drove out to his job site - A concrete plant - had a little conversation there...Then drove back into town for lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with this picture?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I drove a thousand miles so I could go to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.texasroadhouse.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Texas Roadhouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in Jacksonville for lunch?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There has got to be some irony there, boy! Food was good, though! I ain't even sure we have any of these in Texas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After lunch we drove out to his house - Far (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) west of JAX. &lt;strong&gt;Thought I had driven halfway back to Texas by the time we pulled into his front yard&lt;/strong&gt;. He's got 3 acres that he shares with his wife, 2 hosses and a passel of Dawgs. They (my friend and his wife) think they are in charge, but &lt;em&gt;it ain't too hard to see who really rules the roost&lt;/em&gt;! And it ain't the humans! Ha Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving back to my sister's after dark was a trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hell, just gettin' back to a paved county road was a trip&lt;/strong&gt;. And then there was the RAIN. Couple of real gully washers! At a couple of points I had to downshift to 2d gear and drive &lt;em&gt;r-e-a-l s-l-o-w&lt;/em&gt; cause the wipers in the Saturn wouldn't go fast enough to let me see out the dang windshield(!) Only lasted a couple of minutes each time, though and then it was back to 70 MPH. I love the north Florida back country. I had forgotten just how hilly it is in North FLA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the entire state ain't nothin' but a series of tall sand dunes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off to cruise down A1A for a while today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then check in at the re-union this evening! THAT should be interesting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115046334435340830?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115046334435340830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115046334435340830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115046334435340830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115046334435340830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-things-from-jacksonville.html' title='A Few Things From Jacksonville...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115037823594952936</id><published>2006-06-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:33:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging From Email?? A Test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So I've set up to send posts to "Sound Off" via email. And from my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;The first post from my mobile phone should already be here. Just testing a&lt;br /&gt;couple of things to see how long it takes. However images cannot be sent to&lt;br /&gt;blogger via email. Just from a mobile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Still this is some pretty cool stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;T's from Jacksonville, Florida!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115037823594952936?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115037823594952936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115037823594952936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115037823594952936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115037823594952936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/blogging-from-email-test.html' title='Blogging From Email?? A Test...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115037725223736695</id><published>2006-06-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T06:22:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MoBlog  experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6334/828/0/unnamed-image-1-752237.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;My sister was good enough to put me up this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115037725223736695?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115037725223736695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115037725223736695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115037725223736695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115037725223736695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/moblog-experiment.html' title='MoBlog  experiment'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-115037535276992841</id><published>2006-06-15T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T05:48:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell is TexasT's??</title><content type='html'>Excuse me...I've been a little busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I've travelled to Jacksonville, Florida to attend my 30th Highschool re-union. Seems a bit informal - as there is no set agenda - other than a meet and greet at a hotel in Downtown JAX on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never attended any of the others...So I'll just have to wait and see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I've setup to blog via email. so I'll have a test post before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll set up to post via my cell as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo experimental blogging is in the offing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-115037535276992841?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/115037535276992841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=115037535276992841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115037535276992841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/115037535276992841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-hell-is-texasts.html' title='Where the Hell is TexasT&apos;s??'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114840112401148589</id><published>2006-05-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:18:44.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had a Death in the Family...</title><content type='html'>So I'm off to points north - Chicago or there abouts to be inexact. Little town 'bout 80 miles west on I80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll check you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114840112401148589?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114840112401148589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114840112401148589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114840112401148589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114840112401148589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-had-death-in-family.html' title='I&apos;ve had a Death in the Family...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114830606055042658</id><published>2006-05-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:54:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Past, I've Ranted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;About the Isolation of Society...Due in large part to the proliferation of Cell Phones, Personal Stereos, MP3 Players, Personal (sized) Video Games, and the like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I got my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/mobilemanagers/lifedrive/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LifeDrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Palm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, I find that I like making my own Sound Track for life. But, where I can still pay attention, some other folks are likely to step in front of a Bus or do something else equally as stupid or life threatening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whether listening to music or talking on their phones, I have personally observed people that are &lt;em&gt;potentially dangerous&lt;/em&gt; to themselves or others around them, because they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not In The Moment(&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;) In Which They Exist(&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So if you are using these devices whether walking, riding, driving(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), or whatever, please pay attention to what is going on around you. Before you injure someone else or otherwise become responsible for something yourself or society will never forgive you for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Other than that, please feel free to isolate away. Just stay out of other people's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And for God's sake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a public service announcement brought to you by TexasT's. We now return to our regularly scheduled blogosphere. Have a nice day!&lt;/span&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/8919450-114830606055042658?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114830606055042658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114830606055042658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114830606055042658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114830606055042658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-past-ive-ranted.html' title='In the Past, I&apos;ve Ranted'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114818698824528835</id><published>2006-05-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:49:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Post to the "Mother of the Offspring"</title><content type='html'>Where the hell did you come up with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cadona&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool name...Just wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114818698824528835?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114818698824528835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114818698824528835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114818698824528835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114818698824528835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/special-post-to-mother-of-offspring.html' title='Special Post to the &quot;Mother of the Offspring&quot;'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114818676783885376</id><published>2006-05-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:46:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was asked about my blogs this week and (indirectly) about blog-ging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone Near and Dear to me - "Your blog is so neat and tidy. And you have everything on there - Books you've read. Movies you've seen. I don't get it! But it is very neat - Why isn't your life like that? I just don't get it! You seem to be very proud of it!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I hope I don't sound like I'm being smart and smarmy with this explanation. If you read this - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; don't take it the wrong way!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have everything on my Blog(s). Mostly fluff from inside my head and stuff I find interesting...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no, you don't "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get it&lt;/span&gt;". It ain't necessary to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get it&lt;/span&gt;"! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm sorry you don't&lt;/span&gt;. But I ain't makin' no excuses either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a frustrated, wannabe author. And this is my literary outlet...Proud of it though? Don't think so - But it is about the only thing that is totally mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's also about the only thing that I can control TOTALLY! The way it looks or feels is limited only by my skill level and my imagination. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it looks so neat and tidy because that's the way I WISH I could live&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't share this space with any one! Unless I want to! I can bitch! I can rant! I can praise! I can write about stuff that means something to me. Or stuff that doesn't. I can write things here that I can't seem to say out loud. I can delete comments!(I usually don't - unless it's obviously SPAM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can tell you what I don't blog for...That's the readership. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do it for me&lt;/span&gt;. And me alone. Hell, I'm not even sure anybody reads this motherfucker anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll stop when I'm ready to stop. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And the fat lady ain't even begun to sing yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'nuff said! &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/8919450-114818676783885376?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114818676783885376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114818676783885376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114818676783885376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114818676783885376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-asked-about-my-blogs-this-week.html' title='I was asked about my blogs this week and (indirectly) about blog-ging!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114779106447924163</id><published>2006-05-16T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:51:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AlleyCat - Today is a Momentous Day For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Stepdaughter turns 21 today! Yay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;21st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this is falling on deaf ears but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try not to give yourself &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of a headache for tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be careful out there, princess! And no Driving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114779106447924163?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114779106447924163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114779106447924163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114779106447924163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114779106447924163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/alleycat-today-is-momentous-day-for.html' title='AlleyCat - Today is a Momentous Day For You'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114758653004965684</id><published>2006-05-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:02:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Impossible III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies - Saw the latest offering in the Mission Impossible franchise last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Link to Yahoo review: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;amp;id=1808728916"&gt;MI3@Yahoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I'm not a big Cruise fan. Jesus fella! Every body gets it - You are in love with Ms. Holmes! Shut the fuck up already! Nobody (well, I don't) gives a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Scientology thing?!? Well that's just getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care how you feel about Psychology (No matter how close your feelings are to mine!) If it seems to work for some people, LET IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some lessons from Travolta. He doesn't seem to wear his religion on his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought the plot was almost plausible (It is Mission IMPOSSIBLE!). Cruise and company were alright. As much as I hate to admit it Tom, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; act, in my opinion. But you you come accross as a smug fucker and that gets on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say, whenever Philip Seymour Hoffman was on screen, the temperature in the theater dropped about five degrees. His character was fuckin' STONE COLD... Now there's an actor's ACTOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TexasT's rates it: TTTt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114758653004965684?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.missionimpossible.com/' title='Mission Impossible III'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114758653004965684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114758653004965684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114758653004965684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114758653004965684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/mission-impossible-iii.html' title='Mission Impossible III'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114109677897513117</id><published>2006-05-13T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:20:32.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a post about Ben Franklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In late February of this year on Boing Boing. I wrote this post, saved it as a draft and then promptly forgot about it. (I think it was right around this time that my employer blocked boingboing.net from my location. So I had other stuff to think about at the time. Boy, was I pissed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If only we all strove to be this good! Something to think about. On second thought, I think I only need to worry about me. Y'all can strive on your own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;          Benjamin Franklin's 13-point plan for virtuous living         &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; When Benjamin Franklin was 20 years old, he wrote up a 13-point "plan" for how he would live his life. He found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/BenjaminChart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/400/BenjaminChart.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that following the plan increased his happiness so much that he kept it up for the rest of his life.  He committed to giving strict attention to one virtue each week so after 13 weeks he moved through all 13. After 13 weeks he would start the process over again so in one year he would complete the course a total of 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tracked his progress by using a little book of 13 charts. At the top of each chart was one of the virtues. The charts had a column for each day of the week and thirteen rows marked with the first letter of each of the 13 virtues. Every evening he would review the day and put a mark (dot) next to each virtue for each fault committed with respect to that virtue for that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Temperance&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Eat not to dullness and drink not to elevation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself. Avoid trifling conversation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Order&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Let all your things have their places. Let each part of your business have its time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Resolve to perform what you ought. Perform without fail what you resolve.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frugality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself: i.e. Waste nothing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Lose no time. Be always employed in something useful. Cut off all unnecessary actions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Use no hurtful deceit. Think innocently and justly; and, if you speak, speak accordingly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt;: Wrong none, by doing injuries or omitting the benefits that are your duty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Moderation&lt;/span&gt;: Avoid extremes. Forebear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cleanliness&lt;/span&gt;: Tolerate no uncleanness in body, clothes or habitation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chastity&lt;/span&gt;: Rarely use venery but for health or offspring; Never to dullness, weakness, or the injury of your own or another's peace or reputation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tranquility&lt;/span&gt;: Be not disturbed at trifles, or at accidents common or unavoidable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Humility&lt;/span&gt;: Imitate Jesus and Socrates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;http://www.flamebright.com/PTPages/Benjamin.asp&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;http://www.43folders.com/2005/09/01/ben-franklin-keeper-of-his-own-permanent-record/&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; http://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/benjamin_franklins_1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114109677897513117?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='tp://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/benjamin_franklins_1.html' title='Found a post about Ben Franklin'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114109677897513117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114109677897513117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114109677897513117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114109677897513117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/found-post-about-ben-franklin.html' title='Found a post about Ben Franklin'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114753537044950936</id><published>2006-05-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:49:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MS Access (Intermediate) Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;That I've spent two days attending. (Wednesday /Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Big Clam paid for it (or will). It was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This was not the Instructor's fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. She knew the material; She could also see there were a couple of us in this class of seven that were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;WAY AHEAD OF THE CURVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Nothing she could do about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I should have signed up for the Advanced Class. My intuition told me to. As usual I wasn't listening...Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was worried it might be beyond my meager abilities in MS Access. I should not have been. Don't get me wrong, I learned some stuff, but was it worth missing 2 (!) days of work for?? Probably not. But it wasn't a complete waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I paid for it at the office Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And why is it (inevitable) that there is some person that should be in the beginner's class slowing every one down. At times I could barely hide my resentment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell, I'm not sure this person should be allowed near a PC!&lt;/span&gt; Much less developing applications!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Patience my left butt cheek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114753537044950936?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114753537044950936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114753537044950936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114753537044950936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114753537044950936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/ms-access-intermediate-class.html' title='The MS Access (Intermediate) Class'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114747196306524187</id><published>2006-05-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:12:43.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PC Lockups! Dammit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to figure out why my freakin' PC locks up at the most in-opportune times!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had this really nice, (and long) elegant (not to mention eloquent) post almost finished when my system froze up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I lost EVERYTHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had written over a fucking HOUR! At least! About a whole range of stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got to find some time to get to the bottom of this! Sometimes I can go for days with no freeze ups. Other times the fucker does it once an hour(!) I'll fix it dammit! Pisses me off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a result though, THE RESULTING POSTS (&lt;em&gt;smaller bytes&lt;/em&gt;) probably will not be as eloquent. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I AM saving more often! Dammit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8919450-114747196306524187?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114747196306524187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114747196306524187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114747196306524187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114747196306524187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/pc-lockups-dammit.html' title='PC Lockups! Dammit!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114744365975585237</id><published>2006-05-12T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:20:59.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My daughter is twenty-two today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby Gurl, have I told you how proud your Daddy is of you?! &lt;em&gt;Well I am!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your Mother and I (&lt;em&gt;aaaaaaaaaaand every one else involved - Gotta give credit where credit is due&lt;/em&gt;) did a good job with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Princess!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seems like only yesterday you were turning TWO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114744365975585237?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114744365975585237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114744365975585237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114744365975585237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114744365975585237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS!!!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114653265767702631</id><published>2006-05-01T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:17:37.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I L-o-v-e getting up at 0330 in the Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...After 3 hours of sleep to unlock 1700 + users that one of my counterparts in Europe COULD have handled if they weren't just back from HOLIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four weeks vacation in Switzerland! Not my first choice for a vacation spot but at this point, I'd just about take an all expenses paid trip to Hoboken! Oh yes, I do believe the company bankrolls their freakin' vacations too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shit!&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/8919450-114653265767702631?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114653265767702631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114653265767702631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114653265767702631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114653265767702631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-l-o-v-e-getting-up-at-0330-in.html' title='I L-o-v-e getting up at 0330 in the Morning...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114643121189738403</id><published>2006-04-30T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:10:07.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Over the Last Week or So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Friday April 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;07:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hey! Where do I slgn up for more of these twelve to fourteen hour days?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sheeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;06:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seen in our lobby this morning...Tight jeans, a tanktop, and flip-flops may be a little too casual for Casual Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Especially if you have upper arm tats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thursday April 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;16:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dr. Moskowitz just may have changed my life...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or at least made it a little more pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;12:08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the bus. I just heard some woman telling someone "You need to reboot." The Queen used to think that's all there is to tech support. She used to have a lot of PC issues where she worked, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd she would call me because that's what I did. The first thing I would ask would be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Still a running joke belween us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;11:43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't really care much for birds as pets. Our "Roomate's in particular. Birds are messy, dirly and loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As l'm waiting on the bus today, I open my bag to get my sunglasses out, a piece of effing bird dander floats out, up and away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really hate that fucking bird!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wednesday April 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;13:58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While walking out of the building @ lunchtime...Once again I am reminded that some people shouldn't wear see-thru ANYTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I nearly had my eyes burnt out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tuesday April 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;19:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I got off the bus tonight (Just now) I could smell the rain comming in. I've always loved that particular smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sunday April 23d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;14:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The themes that are available nowfor Palm Computing devices! Surprising! Found a site today that had dozens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.1src.com/"&gt;Bookmarked it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;10:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is it I seem to have issues with people that try to give orders? When someone says "JUMP!" I have a tendancy to dig in and say "I don't think so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saturday April 22d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Midnight or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I've bought this journaling SW. For my lifedrive. I bought some other titles too! Probably spent a little too much. But I made $240 Monday. Still feel kinda guilty about taking Joni's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I did provide a valuable service for her and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...So - SCORE!!!&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/8919450-114643121189738403?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114643121189738403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114643121189738403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114643121189738403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114643121189738403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts-over-last-week-or-so.html' title='Random Thoughts Over the Last Week or So...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114618895507799858</id><published>2006-04-27T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:49:15.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What I Want to Know is:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How the hell do you get an invite to these kind of fashion shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Fashion Week in Sydney Australia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/capt.sge.lpt30.240406163217.photo00.photo.default-278x348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/400/capt.sge.lpt30.240406163217.photo00.photo.default-278x348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/capt.sge.lpt76.240406163418.photo00.photo.default-269x379.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/400/capt.sge.lpt76.240406163418.photo00.photo.default-269x379.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos freely stolen from Yahoo!&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/8919450-114618895507799858?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114618895507799858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114618895507799858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114618895507799858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114618895507799858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-what-i-want-to-know-is.html' title='Now What I Want to Know is:'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114618806389200532</id><published>2006-04-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:35:38.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of a Great Society</title><content type='html'>Seen under a  Houston freeway that runs between a "funky" neighborhood and an "affluent" neighborhood. Sorry about the crappy photo, but I was in traffic and there was a big semi behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/117994060/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/53/117994060_8fe8482f6a.jpg" alt="SolicitingJPG" height="341" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SOLICITING&lt;br /&gt;A RIDE,&lt;br /&gt;CONTRIBUTIONS,&lt;br /&gt;EMPLOYMENT,&lt;br /&gt;OR BUSINESS&lt;br /&gt;IN THE ROADWAY&lt;br /&gt;IS PROHIBITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we have a lot of homeless folk here in H-town, but this sign fairly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;drips&lt;/span&gt; with compassion, doesn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smell that? Sarcasm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114618806389200532?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114618806389200532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114618806389200532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114618806389200532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114618806389200532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/04/signs-of-great-society.html' title='Signs of a Great Society'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114592548610196319</id><published>2006-04-24T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:38:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Teenagers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114592548610196319?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114592548610196319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114592548610196319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114592548610196319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114592548610196319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114412008733770519</id><published>2006-04-14T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T07:55:52.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4 of I Guess My "Fast &amp; Loose" Youth is Catching Up to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday Afternoon &lt;/span&gt;This Is Gonna Hurt You Alot More Than It Does Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/105061415_d1c5fa545c_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 71px; cursor: pointer; height: 71px;" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/105061415_d1c5fa545c_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;o I get out of the car and walk into the Oral Surgeon's. The girls in there all make a fuss and crack jokes while we are doing the paperwork thing.&lt;br /&gt;But let's face it, I'm feeling like refried crap. It isn't long before they put me in one of those chairs in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the doctor's assistants interviews me some more, just to make sure I didn't forget anything on the forms. (I didn't) . She makes sure I'm feeling okay and I am, under the circumstances. She goes away and leaves me to read my magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later Dr. Krupa comes in. He seems to be a happy and confident fellow and after our interview I'm pretty glad Dr. Garza sent me to him instead of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty late in the afternoon and there are imprtant questions to be asked once it is ascertained that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery is necessary. It has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Krupa is going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Are we doing this today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Heavens, No! It's too late to start this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay...When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;You'll have to talk to (someone) out front. But I'm sure it will probably be Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;What about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pain??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well yes...the nova whatever is wearing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll have one of the girls call in a couple of scrips at your pharmacy. One for Pain and one'll be an antibiotic. And I want you to take these antibiotics until they are ALL GONE! Now come on in this other room and I'll numb you up some more. Take the pain meds when you get home. DO NOT wait for the numb to wear off, because if you do, you will be really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And so he gets the big needle out and shoots my tooth full of numbing goodness. I get up and out of the chair and go out front to setup my appointment for Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next: Haven't We always been there for You?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114412008733770519?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114412008733770519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114412008733770519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114412008733770519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114412008733770519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/04/part-4-of-i-guess-my-fast-loose-youth.html' title='Part 4 of I Guess My &quot;Fast &amp; Loose&quot; Youth is Catching Up to Me'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114467572747493386</id><published>2006-04-10T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T06:31:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this doesn't bring a tear or two to your eye, you are either DEAD or Evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do?&lt;/em&gt; You make the choice! Don't look for a punch line; There ain't one! Read it anyway. My question is: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you think they'll let me play?&lt;/span&gt;" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. &lt;em&gt;Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands&lt;/em&gt;. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. &lt;em&gt;Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shay, run to first! Run to first!&lt;/span&gt;" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Run to second, run to second!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shay, run home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "&lt;strong&gt;grand slam&lt;/strong&gt;" and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message,chances are that you're probably sorting out the people on your address list that aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fortunate amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;'Nuff Said, I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114467572747493386?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114467572747493386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114467572747493386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114467572747493386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114467572747493386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/04/two-choices.html' title='Two Choices'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114377050459976470</id><published>2006-03-31T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:52:58.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3 of I Guess My "Fast &amp; Loose" Youth is Catching Up to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wednesday - Gamma Rays and More Bad News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just in case you need to catch up - here's a link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-2-of-i-guess-my-fast-loose-youth.html"&gt;Part Two The Allergy Doctor - Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/35/105061296_a64ad59aab_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 81px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/105061296_a64ad59aab_t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hh Wednesday, March the 22d. A day that may remain forever etched into the whorls of my mind. Another vacation day. Not that I intended it to be, it just worked out that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mouth awoke me early - 4:30 or so...Time to eat another handful of advil and shower. Steroids and nasal spray for breakfast. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was feeling alright by the time it was time to go and get my chest X-Ray done for the Allergy doctor. Still unsure about this Asthma thing. One thing I'm not unsure of though, is one of my upper left teeth has a serious problem. Luckily this will be addressed today, I'm hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get to the clinic where I'm to have the X-Ray done by 9:05. So much for 8:45! '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Take that! you pushy receptionist!&lt;/span&gt;' Answer all five thousand questions for the third friggin' time this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The technician comes to get me and takes me somewhere in the back and asks me to have a seat. So I do. She goes away. She's gone for like maybe ten or fifteen minutes. Coffee break?! Smoke break?!? I don't know, but I'm beginning to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get a little steamed&lt;/span&gt;...Couldn't do me yesterday and now I'm left to cool my heels sitting next to this big Magnet! MRI machine. What kind of outfit is this anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The tech finally comes back and we head off to the XRay suite. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Hynds, please remove your shirt and any jewlery&lt;/span&gt;" So I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She takes me over to the Gamma Ray Sprayer and poses me this way and that. Takes a few shots. You know the drill. Tells me to have a seat while she checks the XRays. We do one over...Goes away. Comes back in a few, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay we're done!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I get dressed and head over to the business office, where I expect to pay at least my co-pay. I stand around for like 10 minutes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while people ignore me&lt;/span&gt;. I get perturbed enough that I go back out front to the receptionista and stand in front of the desk until she looks up at me. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay that's it!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What! No-copay??&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We bill the doctor. You are finished. Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I bail out to my car. Cruise back to the house to await my next appointment with the Endodontist in the afternoon. Eat another handful of advil and a steroid with my lunch. Yum! Manage to sleep, just a little. Till it's time to drive over there and the pain is starting to get impressive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I roll into Dr. Garza's office, sign in, and sit down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm really expecting him to chew my ass out today for not finishing the work that was begun last year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the mean time, these steroids are making me go to the bathroom. A LOT! I was warned by the allergy guy about this. So I'm called and escorted back to the 'Chair'. The Doctor's assistant, pretty though she is, is prattling about, annoying me. Gotta be the pain(!). The advil is wearing off and I hurt! She takes a couple of X-Rays. Digital, but still more Gamma Rays(!) and Doctor Garza ambles in. We exchange pleasantries as much as I am able, through clenched teeth and get down to business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That tooth we did last year has decayed even more. That isn't the one that's causing you pain though, I did a root canal on that last year. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm afraid it will need to go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Waht!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes it's too far gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Waht?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's get you numbed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he does so. The he gets his implements of destruction out and goes to work. The guy is generally very gentle. But he hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THREE&lt;/span&gt; of the nerves in that tooth in quick sucession and that almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brought me up and OUT OF THE CHAIR&lt;/span&gt;! He numbed them up, of course, each in turn. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL!&lt;/span&gt; After about half an hour, he stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom, we need to talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Waht?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one is too far along too. It needs to come out of there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT!?! TWO TEETH!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm a little upset...But those teeth are like my friends. I don't want to lose them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got to see if we can get you an appointment with an oral surgeon while you are still numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Waht?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be back in a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm left to contemplate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the loss of two teeth in the immediate future&lt;/span&gt;. It nearly brings me to tears. It is one of those moments in life you hear about, but think, it'll never happen like that to me...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes well up&lt;/span&gt;. But I fight the tears back, almost. One escapes and rolls down my left cheek. I am clearly distressed about this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And I should be&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I've got no-one to blame except myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor comes back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay the surgeon is waiting for you right now. I'm sorry Tom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Not your fault. You did your part. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't do mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He gives me directions to the Oral Surgeon's office. This is the same fella who took out my kids wisdom teeth. Good man. I walk out to my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Next: This Is Gonna Hurt You Alot More Than It Does Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114377050459976470?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114377050459976470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114377050459976470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114377050459976470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114377050459976470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-3-of-i-guess-my-fast-loose-youth.html' title='Part 3 of I Guess My &quot;Fast &amp; Loose&quot; Youth is Catching Up to Me'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114372460087031450</id><published>2006-03-30T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T05:16:40.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are Strange</title><content type='html'>The folks that ride the Park and Ride from my location in Katy can be just a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strange &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to riding the bus. On more than one occasion, I've been standing in the line, waiting to board the bus (Now this is for the commute into downtown Houston) when the line stops dead, even though &lt;em&gt;it appears there are still plenty of seats&lt;/em&gt; on the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's going on? you might ask...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/52/120075288_a4335485fa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/120075288_a4335485fa_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folk won't get on a bus if it's more than two thirds full. Some will wait for the next bus because someone is in "&lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt;" seat and they won't sit anywhere else. A lot of folks waiting in line behind them will stand there and let one weirdo dictate that the bus is now full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That old VW commercial comes to mind, "Another pathetic sheep, following the herd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the people who run at full speed from the parking lot, only to stand in a long line to get on the bus. Or the ones that run to board the bus, like it's the last train to Clarksville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are Strange...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8919450-114372460087031450?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114372460087031450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114372460087031450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114372460087031450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114372460087031450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/people-are-strange.html' title='People are Strange'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114363907616039729</id><published>2006-03-29T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T05:31:16.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Should be Careful What You Say...</title><content type='html'>I was coming into the building this morning @ 0630. Stopped outside to have a smoke before making my way to the 15th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to be standing next to this guy in an expensive and foreign suit. We talked a little bit about the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially thought he was from England, but then I realized he was from Holland. We talked about the differences between Holland and Texas weather. 180 Degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we (he) started talking about Chemicals. Told him I was in Chemicals IT. He was a Chemicals guy. Had worked in HR, Finance and other parts of the business. Dropped all these big names. I suddenly realized this guy was a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big Wheel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked me what I was doing now and I told him I was one of the Global Security Admninistrators for Chemicals GSAP. He asked me my name and I told him -  He looked thoughtful for a second or two, and said, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've heard of you!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh Hell!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, it was only good things! Really!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well that is certainly good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who this guy is. But we must have a friend in common...God only knows who that could be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114363907616039729?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114363907616039729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114363907616039729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114363907616039729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114363907616039729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-should-be-careful-what-you-say.html' title='You Should be Careful What You Say...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114342402251182343</id><published>2006-03-26T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:48:41.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: Failure to Launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Failure to Launch&lt;/span&gt;, about a thirtysomething man who lives with his parents and falls in love with a woman he suspects was hired by his parents to get him out of their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Matthew McConaughey, Sarah Jessica Parker, Kathy Bates, and Terry Bradshaw. Directed by Tom Dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this flick this weekend...I'm not going to have to much to say about it other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny and kind of cute. And Football great Terry Bradshaw was one of the best things in it. Loved his part. He's the dad of the thirtysomething guy played by Matthew McConauhey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas T's Rates it: TTt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not sure I should be using the "C" word in public...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114342402251182343?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114342402251182343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114342402251182343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114342402251182343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114342402251182343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/movie-failure-to-launch.html' title='Movie: Failure to Launch'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114342332363051468</id><published>2006-03-26T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:37:15.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Like to Think of Our Selves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Suave and Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I know I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:200%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;=big but(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was walking into Chipotle this evening to pick up dinner for the three of us. I hit the curb with a toe and lurched forward, wind - milling my arms wildly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I nearly busted my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant &lt;/span&gt;to do that,&lt;/span&gt;" I told the guy walking up beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Debonair and cool - R-i-i-i-i-g-g-h-h-h-t-t. NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was probably just foolin' myself about that cool crap. I mean how cool can a 6 ft, 245 pound fat guy be cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'nuff said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114342332363051468?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114342332363051468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114342332363051468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114342332363051468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114342332363051468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-all-like-to-think-of-our-selves.html' title='We All Like to Think of Our Selves'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114335669196983561</id><published>2006-03-25T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:07:40.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology Bytes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Queen and I have gotten some major technology upgrades over the last couple of weeks with more to come. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For me at any rate a couple of upgrades are necessary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Besides, I'm tired of writing about my medical issues. I'm sure I'll get back to those...Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;New Cell Phones at the Castle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we needed to sign up with a new cell Plan as the Company is going to take mine away and give me one of their "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;" plan phones with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per minute charge as opposed to the 200 minutes (whoopee!) I got previously for some ridiculous price like $29.95 US/month&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Needless to say personal use will be &lt;u&gt;strongly&lt;/u&gt; discouraged. So I went shopping last week! The Queen has been saying she wanted one of these new Motorola Razr phones. She has not liked the Moto phones she's had in the past. But she seems to like this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"I wonder if we could get away with just cellular phone services and get rid of the old land-line. I'll have to discuss it with the Queen. Probably not. Something to think about at any rate. We don't use dial-up anymore..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I digress...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And why is it I only think to write about this stuff after midnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the Queen got the Cool "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;" Razr and I got the Black as they didn't have any of the ones with the Stainless finish. No matter! As you can see in the picture of the open phones, my Queen is a Caribbean Queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/117994000/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 308px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/117994000_ed3360c28b.jpg" alt="ClosedPhones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/117994041/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 309px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/117994041_2a8f634d31_m.jpg" alt="OpenPhones" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the new v3 phones as well. Camera w 3X digital zoom, video, web access, Instant Messaging, SMS, email, Hundreds of ring tones, etc. They've got all the bells and whistles, man...Finer than frog hair, they are. And reception as clear as a bell too. I just wonder if they'll work in the various places all over the world like my old SamSung Flip phone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;On a sadder note my old IPAQ appears to be about to croak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen bought this wanger for me several &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/56/117994020_74ab64cb31_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/117994020_74ab64cb31_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;years ago af&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ter my last Palm gave up the Ghost. I think I sat on it! Well actually I had it in a back pocket when I fell on my ass in the parking lot at work one day. Don't ever do that! They cannot take it! Plus falling down (at work) is embarassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate it was bought when the name "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compaq&lt;/span&gt;" still meant something. It's a model 3635 wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;h 32 megabytes of Ram with an expansion pack. Bought a 32 MB card to go in that but it always drained the battery so quickly that I didn't use it much. It won't hold a charge much longer than a day anymore. Seems to be a few hours at this poi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nt. It seems to be dropping a lot of the entries I make now unless it's hooked up to a charger at the time of the entry. It's looking pretty beat up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should because I was HARD on this unit. I've dropped it more than once. I even think the dog chewed on it once! Ornery little shit we had before we got our boxer!&lt;br /&gt;I keep my life and my work in this thing! If it died on me I'd be lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/Mobile_Manager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 216px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/320/Mobile_Manager.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I did some shopping today and found one of these puppies and bought it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a Palm Life Drive Mobile Manager! 4GB hard drive and built-in Wi-Fi and Bluetooth, It will read Word, Excel and PowerPoint docs right off the bat, with support for POP, IMAP and Exchange email accounts music, photos &amp; video. Plus, a voice recorder, MP3 player, and photo viewer. Plus it's Palm OS, which I always liked better than Windows CE anyway. (Don't ask me why...Maybe because the Palm was the first one I owned?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It should ship next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;week. I'm Psyched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114335669196983561?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114335669196983561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114335669196983561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114335669196983561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114335669196983561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/technology-bytes.html' title='Technology Bytes!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114326088624499832</id><published>2006-03-24T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:28:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of I Guess My "Fast &amp; Loose" Youth is Catching Up to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;The Allergy Doctor - Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/105061296/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/105061296_a64ad59aab_t.jpg" alt="dod-a-r" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;s I said...Or maybe I didn't...(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Must be the drugs - Hee Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;) I'm of an age now that means I  am supposed to be more concerned about my own health. Especially if I want to keep hanging out with the Queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My other referral from my MD's office was for an allergist as I have not been able to breathe properly for at a minimum of 15 years and now seemed as good a time as any to get tested because my sinuses were really giving me hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd had a sinus headache going on two weeks straight.  (or so I thought) And nothing was giving me relief. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G was working&lt;/span&gt;. Not the stuff my MD was prescribing and nothing from over the counter either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So off I go to the Allergy Clinic. Go through the usual 5000 questions. The attending nurse has me blow into this tube to test my lung capacity - Three times - Obviously she does not like the results. After the 5000 (or so questions) they send in a technician(?) who will be performing the allergy tests. The old fashioned way - little pricks to the back. But before that let's go do the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;REAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lung test. Blow into this tube please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The doctor comes in to explain what will be done. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;By the way he says, I do think you have asthma. So we'll be administering some medicine for that first in a mist form. Takes about 10 minutes and then we'll do the lung test again and then we'll do the allergy thing. Is that Okay&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You're the Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;" I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I do the breathe this medicine in thing and we go out to do the test again after about 15 minutes.  And we do it several times because the machine is fucking up. I don't think we ever got a conclusive result, but Dr. Kline is clearly &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back to the exam room where the techie is setup with her samples. Laying on my stomach she pricks me with all these samples and then goes away for 10 minutes. Comes back to check goes away for another 5 minutes. I don't really care (I've brought my own reading materials - Model Train Mags) except it's cold and my back is itching pretty good by now! She comes back &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with Dr. Kline, who is not happy with these results either&lt;/span&gt;(!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well Tom, either you are allergic to EVERYTHING or for some reason your skin is really sensitive. We'll have to try the arm test.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Great!&lt;/span&gt;" I'm thinkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But not today,&lt;/span&gt;" he continues. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Let's see if we cannot get you stabilized first. Now I want you to take all this stuff for 2 weeks and then come back. And I'd like you to get a chest X-Ray.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After all is said and done, I've got the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;10 days worth of steroids to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stuff called Nasarel to spray up my nose (This shit WORKS!) two to four times a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another steroid in an inhaler to do nightly (Oh yes - you need to rinse your mouth out after)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And a rescue inhaler in case of an attack! I don't think I've even ever had an attack! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell I didn't even know I had asthma until Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I smoke and I have for over 30 years (hard to believe and really sad in a way) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I was supposed to be short of breath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I pay my co-pay and leave with more luggage thasn I arrived with. Stop by the X-Ray place they've recommended, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HealthSouth &lt;/span&gt;- right up the block and request a chest X-Ray. I'm asked, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you have an appointment?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No I don't.  Do I need one?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yessir - the earliest appointment I have open would be 9:15 in the morning. Could you be here by 8:45&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What ever stuff they've given me at the allergist is really working. My sinuses have stopped hurting and I can breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But now the left side of my mouth is really throbbing&lt;/span&gt;. Did I mention I've been eating and drinking with one side of  my mouth? No? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I have...For about six months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right about the time I had one of my crowns come off on the right side. Went to the dentist immediately for that. Asked them about the left side being sensitive to cold. Dentist said I needed to talk to the Endodontist that did the work over there last year. THAT guy was going to be chewing me out for not getting the additional work done that he said I needed. So I blew it off and ate increasingly on the right side of my mouth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I knew something was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wrong because drinking water shouldn't hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast forward to Day before yesterday - Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - I decide to call him and set an appointment. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Yes Mr. Hynds, we can see you, Tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3 tomorrow - More Gamma Rays and More Bad News&lt;/span&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/8919450-114326088624499832?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114326088624499832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114326088624499832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114326088624499832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114326088624499832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-2-of-i-guess-my-fast-loose-youth.html' title='Part 2 of I Guess My &quot;Fast &amp; Loose&quot; Youth is Catching Up to Me'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114317854514812154</id><published>2006-03-23T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:38:14.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 - I Guess My "Fast &amp; Loose" Youth is Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/105061423/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 62px; height: 62px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/105061423_f8d0a3514d_t.jpg" alt="dod-t-r" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o me finally. Just feeling sorry for myself, I reckon. Let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T'was the night before surgery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all though the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not a creature was stirring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Except for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably not that big a deal, but I'm losing two teeth in the morning...So it's Oral Surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More medical shit going with me than anything else. Starts like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last time I was at my regular MD (to get some scrips renewed), I asked for a couple of referrals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One for my allergies - and one for my freakin' feet. I figured the guy for the allergies woiuld be able to help me to breathe well enough to use the CPAP machine I was supposed to get from the sleep clinic that diagnosed me with sleep apnea. Still don't have the fucking machine, but...that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my damned feet have always hurt, but in the last few years, they've really gotten bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;First - The Podiatrist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I wore corrective shoes as a kid. But of course, as soon as I could get out of them, I did. What child of the 60's wanted to wear those saddle shoe lookin' things on their feet as a teenager or a preteen? Not this one I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the last year based on what other folk have told me I thought I developed a bone spur on my right heel. If you had seen me rolling out of the rack in the morning, you would have thought I was about ninety years old...Feels like someone is sticking a hot needle in my heel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So off I go to the podiatrist - Dr. Moscowitz. Has a nice, amiable manner. And as far as I can tell he has a pretty good staff too! Has a good look at my feet both sitting (or laying) and standing. Says, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Man your feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt; flat. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; hurt.&lt;/span&gt;" Examines the bottom of my right for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Let's get some x-rays, but I don't think you have a spur.&lt;/span&gt;" Autumn (the nurse) takes me across the hall, where she shoots some gamma rays through my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Digital X-rays - Man, How cool is that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At any rate the doc comes in and says, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Just as I thought - no spur there, son&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ask so what the hell is it then? He then explains that I have torn the ligament in the bottom of my foot that connects all the bones there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And apparently I keep re-injuring it&lt;/span&gt;...Or at least keep it from healing properly...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN MY SLEEP! &lt;/span&gt;By extending my foot for prolonged periods. Prescribes a right angled boot to sleep in and advil. Not for the pain, but as an anti inflammatory. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Oh yes, and we need to make casts of your feet so you can get some inserts for your shoes. This will help your other constant pain. They should be ready in about ten days&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So Autumn makes casts of my feet (Hey! That tickles!) Then I'm off to the business office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;$$$CHA-CHING$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Four hundred and eighty dollars is MY part! Holy crap! Insurance pays 80% and this is my part???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this doesn't go with oral surgery so...but this is how my week started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Stay tuned for Part 2 - The Allergist and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114317854514812154?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114317854514812154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114317854514812154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114317854514812154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114317854514812154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/part-1-i-guess-my-fast-loose-youth-is.html' title='Part 1 - I Guess My &quot;Fast &amp; Loose&quot; Youth is Catching Up'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114221414787834623</id><published>2006-03-12T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:42:27.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold</title><content type='html'>J&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ust finished this. An interesting take on Heaven and Earth. The narrator of this novel is a teenage girl who has been brutally murdered and dismembered and transcended into Heaven. The story centers around her and her family's reaction to the crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And oh yeah...Let us not forget the sick bastard who murdered her...Brrrrrrrr(!) Kept me up for a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Texas T's rates it: T T T T t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114221414787834623?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114221414787834623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114221414787834623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114221414787834623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114221414787834623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovely-bones-by-alice-sebold.html' title='The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114184017028871936</id><published>2006-03-08T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:48:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Design Finalized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finally got my template formatted the way I wanted on my test site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://texaststest.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Used one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://thrbrtemplates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thur's Templates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; which I modified heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thur Broeders runs several blogs and sites, one of which he has a pile of nice templates in 2 and 3 column formats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a quick summary of the changes I made to Sound Off by TexasT's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Installed new template on the test blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Added My Links on the right. This list should grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tweaked some pictures so they would work with the new template&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changed left side content titlebars from something and something else to Books I've Read and Films I've seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Added flickr badges one on the upper left - one in the footer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Added email link under my profile&lt;br /&gt;Added Blogroll to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Added the picture to my header and changed the font color and sizing. Added some coding to make it look the way I want it to look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've since converted my NScale site to a 3 column template by Thur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://texasts1-160scale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Texas T's Forays in 1:160&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, which I modified. My two sites are similiar, but not identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been practicing my mad html skills can you tell? Just a hobby, but I'm getting a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114184017028871936?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114184017028871936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114184017028871936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114184017028871936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114184017028871936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-design-finalized.html' title='New Design Finalized'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114149783016367303</id><published>2006-03-04T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:36:13.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so SICK of dealing with the CABLE COMPANY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Yesterday I spent my entire morning dealing with the friggin' Cable Company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Believe me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HAVE GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO!!! &lt;/span&gt;I am sooooooo fed up with dealing with ineffectual Customer Service people. 5 phone calls (starting Friday evening) and a visit to the local service center (to pick up a "new to me" cable modem), a cancelled service call, and the best they can do is "intermitent" HS internet service...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I finally asked to speak with a supervisor....After 5 MORE minutes on hold, the supervisor come on the line...No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/bnc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/320/bnc.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;wait...It's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;EFFING VOICE MAIL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd had it. I blew a friggin' gasket all over this woman's voice mail! Hung up and called them back because the new time set up (monday between 10.00 and noon was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; Acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean, I don't know how it is in your house, but everybody in mine WORKS for a living! Page thru their freakin' phone system to get back to the service dept. Spend 10 MORE minutes on hold. Get yet another technician on the phone. Get red in the face while he explains their policy on service calls...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As I was about to explode all over him. The friggin' supervisor beeps in on my other line. Also at about that time the internet connection suddenly blooms. Holy crap! It's a connection! Quick!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;Super tries yet again, to explain service policy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Save it Maria - Just explain to me WHY I've had 19 service calls to my house in the last quarter!! And why you can't seem to figure out what the Heck is wrong here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;No good giving them an utlimatum - they are the only game in town! And while I was typing this message, My connection went down AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8919450-114149783016367303?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114149783016367303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114149783016367303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114149783016367303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114149783016367303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-sick-of-dealing-with-cable.html' title='I am so SICK of dealing with the CABLE COMPANY!!!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114139539601386386</id><published>2006-03-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:28:51.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look Coming to This Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Been thinking about going to a 3 column format here. 3 column templates (GOOD ones) seem to be kind of hard to come by...But...Found some nice ones at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://thrbrtemplates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thur's Templates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4698116"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thur Broeders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; runs several blogs and sites, one of which he has a pile of nice templates on. In 2 and 3 column formats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've converted my NScale site to a modified 3 column template by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4698116"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also created a test site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://texaststest.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. Once I've got it looking the way I want I'll be moving that template to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://texasts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sound Off By Texas T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. In other words, right here. Learned a bit of code from Thur's website. Like how to put pictures in the Title block. So I've created a few backgrounds for that. I'll be switching them out on an irregular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012941/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Freemont Experience (Las Vegas) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012941/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="TheFremontExperience" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/107012941_c41f471eae.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Junk in Singapore:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012926/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="Sin7" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/107012926_ba27c59717.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Skyline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012917/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="Sin6" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/107012917_cf1573727c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture Conversion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012832/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="OnStepsDrawing" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/107012832_13d2c7189c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daisy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012815/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="Daisy1" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/107012815_92e7db80d4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downtown Skyline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012799/"&gt;&lt;img height="104" alt="DT1" src="http://static.flickr.com/19/107012799_bd00adae70.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/107012799/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114139539601386386?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://texaststest.blogspot.com/' title='New Look Coming to This Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114139539601386386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114139539601386386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114139539601386386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114139539601386386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-look-coming-to-this-blog.html' title='New Look Coming to This Blog'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114114980280086494</id><published>2006-02-28T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:03:22.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That's Weird Department</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just saw the strangest thing down on the Houston streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A homeless guy pushing a shopping cart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now in and of itself that's not really weird...But get this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The guy was &lt;em&gt;wearing a full two piece business suit&lt;/em&gt;. Looked pretty natty too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that's Weird!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114114980280086494?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114114980280086494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114114980280086494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114114980280086494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114114980280086494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-thats-weird-department.html' title='Now That&apos;s Weird Department'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114105171559177219</id><published>2006-02-27T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:16:39.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Now...This Pisses Me Off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/105061433/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 59px; height: 54px;" alt="dod-w-r" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/105061433_9d4a8c6f73_s.jpg" height="75" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ent to check the tech and other news at one of my favorite sites (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boingboing.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boing-Boing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) this AM (I am at work) as is my wont. And this is what I get instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 388px; height: 191px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/320/forbidden.jpg" border="0" height="183" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Company Net Police&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have decided that boingboing.net is offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Who the hell is it that makes these decisions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt; 8:54PM CST- Guess I'm not the only one. Check this entry at &lt;a href="http://boingboing.net/"&gt;Boing Boing&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="025794"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/isps_in_iran_tunisia.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/isps_in_iran_tunisia.html"&gt;ISPs in Iran, Tunisia also use SmartFilter (which blocks BoingBoing as "nudity")&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess I shouldn't feel so bad. I'm only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; guy at work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are blocking whole countries!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But I hate smartfilter!&lt;/span&gt; This is not the first site they've blocked for ignorant reasons at my job...Companies are so afraid of being sued that they will take political correctness to new highs. Or lows...depending on your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land of the free...and the home of the brave...Yeah right...But not @ work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another post - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="rss:item"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/boingboing_banned_in.html" name="025782"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BoingBoing banned in UAE, Qatar, elsewhere. Our response to net-censors: Get bent!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the one that probably got them "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the list&lt;/span&gt;" at my job - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/stick_michaelangelos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="rss:item"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="025791"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/02/27/stick_michaelangelos.html"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stick Michaelangelo's "David" on your blog to protest censorware&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at that -  it's a picture of someone's privates. Holy Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It ain't just over there, folks! &lt;/span&gt;It happens right here too!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs to get bent...Bent Over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8919450-114105171559177219?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://boingboing.net/' title='Well Now...This Pisses Me Off!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114105171559177219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114105171559177219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114105171559177219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114105171559177219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-nowthis-pisses-me-off.html' title='Well Now...This Pisses Me Off!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114101448451274193</id><published>2006-02-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:51:18.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was So Obvious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/W04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/320/W04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this time I thought these were for George W. suppo--Wait a minute...&lt;strong&gt;It &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the same thing&lt;/strong&gt;...Stumbled on this fellow, genebob's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new form of Handicapped sticker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://genebob.blogspot.com/2006/02/mystery-solved.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GeneBob sez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Someone finally explained to me what these bumper stickers mean (I've been seeing them on SUVs for the past few years). They identify the driver as mentally handicapped, and others are advised to maintain a safe distance between your vehicle and theirs.&lt;/em&gt;" Thanx Gene! I couldn't have said it better myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surf on over to GeneBob's blog...You'll be glad you did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://genebob.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GeneBob's Blog&lt;/span&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/8919450-114101448451274193?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://genebob.blogspot.com/2006/02/mystery-solved.html' title='It was So Obvious...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114101448451274193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114101448451274193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114101448451274193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114101448451274193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-so-obvious.html' title='It was So Obvious...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114083480370542373</id><published>2006-02-24T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:14:05.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha by Peter Goulden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/105061349/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 53px; height: 53px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/105061349_d44dacfb6b_t.jpg" alt="dod-i-r" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just spent the last two nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What was I doing?&lt;/span&gt;' You might ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, I wasn't sleeping, as I should have been (gotta go to work after all), was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. I was reading author Peter Goulden's excellent debut novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/span&gt;. I was riveted from about the first page. The Queen had read it several months ago. I asked if I should read it. It was a best seller after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;You probably wouldn't like it. It's kind of a girly book,&lt;/span&gt;" I was told. So I forgot about it for a couple of months, I guess. Haven't seen the film, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well Wednesday night, I was having one of those nights we all do when you simply cannot get to sleep. Up later than anyone in the house, I spied it laying on the kitchen table, when I came down to go out back to have a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked it up and set it where I would see it when I headed back up stairs, thinking, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;If I don't like it, maybe it will put me to sleep&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;BULLSHIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I was riveted from about the first page. This novel tells the story of a woman, sold off by her family to a Geisha House in Kyoto in the mid 1900's and runs through almost the present day, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Incredible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been curious about Japanese culture. They seem so different, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible read. Far from putting me to sleep (and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; needed the sleep), I think it actually kept me awake(!) I tried to put it down about 1:00 AM Thursday morning, and turned the light off to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No go on the sleep thing&lt;/span&gt;. All the exotic things Mr. Goulden was painting in my mind were racing around in there, gelling into one incredible Japanese painted scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked it up and turned on the light and read for about another hour I think. When the alarm went off, I awoke with a start, still clutching the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed Friday night early intent on getting some sleep. As I pulled back the covers to get into bed, the book fell to the floor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt; I picked it up, with intentions to read just until my eyes drooped. They didn't. I finished the damn thing at around 2:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm no critic, but it's safe to say I loved this book, and would  recommend it to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;What a piece of Prose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick it up, and read a few pages. You'll be hooked. Sucked in to early 20th century Japan, just as I was. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who doesn't like to read about exotic people, doing exotic things, in exotic lands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe if you don't then this book isn't for you, but even then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/8919450-114083480370542373?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114083480370542373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114083480370542373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114083480370542373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114083480370542373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/02/memoirs-of-geisha-by-peter-goulden.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha by Peter Goulden'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114024558468224821</id><published>2006-02-17T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:53:04.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Wanted to Eviscerate One of Those Magic 8 Balls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know the ones I'm talking about. The ones where you would pose a question to the "Eight" Ball, shake it and turn it upside down and it would supposedly give you the answer to your question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well these guys did it. Better them than me. Although I gotta admit I always wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://8ball.ofb.net/procedure.html"&gt;The Insrutable 8 Ball Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead...Click the link...You know you want to...Just CLICK it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-114024558468224821?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114024558468224821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114024558468224821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114024558468224821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114024558468224821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-you-ever-wanted-to-eviscerate-one.html' title='Have You Ever Wanted to Eviscerate One of Those Magic 8 Balls?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-114018886132471528</id><published>2006-02-17T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:07:41.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Time for A Good Joke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Told from a Woman's point of view, which I am not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way homefrom work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room,  I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Birthday!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanx to my friend Brenda Fredrichsen&lt;/em&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/8919450-114018886132471528?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/114018886132471528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=114018886132471528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114018886132471528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/114018886132471528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/02/got-time-for-good-joke.html' title='Got Time for A Good Joke?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113839203769093362</id><published>2006-01-27T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:03:57.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to My Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fairly well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" for my age. A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Do you think I'll live to be 80?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He asked, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you smoke tobacco or drink beer or wine?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh no,&lt;/span&gt;" I replied. "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm not doing drugs, either.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he asked, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said, "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No, my other doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No, I don't,&lt;/span&gt;" I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He asked, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No,&lt;/span&gt;" I said. "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't do any of those things.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He looked at me and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Then why do you give a shit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanx Michele!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113839203769093362?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113839203769093362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113839203769093362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113839203769093362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113839203769093362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/01/visit-to-my-doctor.html' title='A Visit to My Doctor'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113744767958664400</id><published>2006-01-16T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:39:17.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Work on a Global Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have Representatives in Rotterdam, NL and Singapore as well as here in H-Town...We are all intelligent people. As a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Senior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Team member...I am supposed to mentor the other "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" members of the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that most of the time I am the only one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Who fucking seems to be paying Attention??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Wake UP People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;shit&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/8919450-113744767958664400?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113744767958664400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113744767958664400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113744767958664400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113744767958664400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-work-on-global-team.html' title='I Work on a Global Team'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113556379408019815</id><published>2005-12-25T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T18:23:26.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;And to all a good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from Texas T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113556379408019815?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113556379408019815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113556379408019815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113556379408019815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113556379408019815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113499699857886932</id><published>2005-12-19T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T04:56:38.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In: Downsizing Reaches the North Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;The  recent announcement that Donner and Blitzen have elected to take the early  reindeer retirement package has triggered a good deal of concern about whether  they will be replaced, and about other restructuring decisions at the North  Pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Streamlining was appropriate in view of the reality that the North  Pole no longer dominates the season's gift distribution business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Home  shopping channels and mail order catalogues have diminished Santa's market share  and he could not sit idly by and permit further erosion of the profit  picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The reindeer downsizing was made possible through the purchase  of a late model Japanese sled for the CEO's annual trip&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Improved productivity  from Dasher and Dancer, who summered at the Harvard Business School, is  anticipated and should take up the slack with no discernible loss of service.  Reduction in reindeer will also lessen airborne environmental emissions for  which the North Pole has been cited and received unfavourable press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I am  pleased to inform you and yours that Rudolph's role will not be disturbed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Tradition still counts for something at the North Pole.  Management denies,  in the strongest possible language, the earlier leak that Rudolph's nose got  that way not from the cold, but from substance abuse. Calling Rudolph "a lush  who was into the sauce and never did pull his share of the load" was an  unfortunate comment, made by one of Santa's helpers and taken out of context at  a time of year when he is known to be under executive stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;As a  further restructuring, today's global challenges require the North Pole to  continue to look for better, more competitive steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Effective immediately, the following economy  measures are to take place in the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"  subsidiary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The partridge will be retained&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but the pear tree never  turned out to be the cash crop forecasted. It will be replaced by a plastic  hanging plant, providing considerable savings in maintenance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The two turtle doves represent a redundancy  that is simply not cost effective&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; In addition, their romance during  working hours could not be condoned. The positions are therefore  eliminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The three French hens will remain intact&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  [After all, everyone loves the French]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The [four calling birds] were replaced by an  automated voice mail system&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with a call waiting option. An analysis is underway  to determine who the birds have been calling, how often and how long they  talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The five golden rings have been put on hold by the  Board of Directors&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maintaining a portfolio based on one commodity could have  negative implications for institutional investors. Diversification into other  precious metals as well as a mix of T-Bills and high technology stocks appear to  be in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The six geese-a-laying constitutes a luxury which  can no longer be afforded&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It has long been felt that the production rate of one  egg per goose per day is an example of the decline in productivity. Three geese  will be let go, and an upgrading in the selection procedure by personnel will  assure management that from now on every goose it gets will be a good  one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The seven swans-a-swimming is obviously a number  chosen in better times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The function is primarily decorative. Mechanical swans  are on order. The current swans will be retrained to learn some new strokes and  therefore enhance their outplacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;As you know, the eight maids-a-milking concept has  been under heavy scrutiny by the EEOC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A male/female balance in the workforce is  being sought. The more militant maids consider this a dead-end job with no  upward mobility. Automation of the process may permit the maids to try  a-mending, a-mentoring or a-mulching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Nine ladies dancing has always been an odd number&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This function will be phased out as these individuals grow older and can no  longer do the steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ten Lords-a-leaping is overkill&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The high cost of  Lords plus the expense of international air travel prompted the Compensation  Committee to suggest replacing this group with ten out-of-work congressmen.  While leaping ability may be somewhat sacrificed, the savings are significant  because we expect an oversupply of unemployed congressmen this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eleven pipers piping and twelve drummers drumming  is a simple case of the band getting too big&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; A substitution with a string  quartet, a cutback on new music and no uniforms will produce savings which will  drop right down to the bottom line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We can expect a substantial reduction in assorted  people, fowl, animals and other expenses. Though incomplete, studies indicate  that stretching deliveries over twelve days is inefficient. If we can drop ship  in one day, service levels will be improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Regarding the lawsuit filed by the attorney's  association seeking expansion to include the legal profession ("thirteen  lawyers-a- suing") action is pending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lastly, it is not beyond  consideration that deeper cuts may be necessary in the future to stay  competitive. Should that happen, the Board will request management to scrutinize  the Snow White Division to see if seven dwarfs is the right number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-variant: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Happy  Holidays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8919450-113499699857886932?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113499699857886932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113499699857886932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113499699857886932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113499699857886932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-just-in-downsizing-reaches-north.html' title='This Just In: Downsizing Reaches the North Pole'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113476587457674017</id><published>2005-12-16T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:50:14.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Familiar Feeling...</title><content type='html'>Was in the garage earlier this week before I went to work. Wanted to take a couple of progress shots of my test track. See &lt;a href="http://texasts1-160scale.blogspot.com/"&gt;one of my other Blogs&lt;/a&gt; for infoon that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I was sitting at my workbench after getting the shots I wanted. I knocked &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; off the bench. A paintbrush...A screwdriver...I dunno...and I bent over while still seated to pick it up....And...(&lt;em&gt;I know better&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who-o-o-o-o-sh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Before I realized what was happening, the dang chair flew out from under my (you know whatsis!) and I found myself sitting suddenly and somewhat painfully on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair actually sits about barstool height so it was just enough distance to hurt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the chair caster out of my crack and lay back on the floor.The feeling in my lower back was...&lt;em&gt;familiar&lt;/em&gt; somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Now I remember...&lt;em&gt;Dammit&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago after a stupid stunt. I had cracked my sacrum. It took literally years before if felt good to sit, lay or even walk, comfortably, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay there on the floor, hoping against hope that I had just bruised that pointy little piece of bone, I realized I still had to get my ass up and go to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not a fun way to start your day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113476587457674017?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113476587457674017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113476587457674017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113476587457674017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113476587457674017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/12/old-familiar-feeling.html' title='An Old Familiar Feeling...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113363987590209662</id><published>2005-12-03T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T05:37:29.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Ain't From Around Here are Ya, Boy?</title><content type='html'>In this month's issue of Texas Monthly, Evan Smith, the editor of that fine magazine, touched on a point that never ceases to light a fire under me, in his column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texasmonthly.com/preview/2005-12-01/btl"&gt;The Question of One's Texanness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Smith, I feel your pain. I for one, am pretty sick and tired of those self righteous, "I was born here, You weren't...So go Home!" types like Mr. Dick Reavis, who is cited in the editorial. This kind of attitude never fails to get my rankles up. I dunno why, all these types are showing is their foolishness. But I can't help it. I've been dealing with these dudes for almost thirty years now, and that crap still gets under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Smith, I know this because I ran into one of these guys a few weeks ago during a visit on the annual Holiday Model Railroading tour in Houston. "Wish all you folks would go back to where ever the Hell you came from!" Made my blood boil it did. If I hadn't been standing in his train room at the time, having a conversation with another transplanted Texan, who was doing this dude's scenery on his layout, a shouting match probably would have ensued. Instead I bit my tongue and muttered under my breath, "I've been here 30 years and I ain't goin' anywhere!" Scenery guy looked me in the eye and winked. I could tell I was flushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No, I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in North Chicago. Not as bad as New York (according to some of these dudes). How I ended up in Texas is probably a story in itself, but for the sake of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got other stuff to do today&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be (relatively) brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was military, so we moved every two to three years. So I've got high mileage. Our last station was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAS JAX&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacksonville, FLA&lt;/span&gt;. Dad had the good sense to die while still on active duty there, leaving my Mom to raise me and my two little sisters by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to avoid trouble I managed to get in some. Trouble was not hard to find in Northeast Florida in the 1970's. So I was able to find some. Well, alot of trouble actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say I was a real handful. Not my Mom's fault...She did her best. I was a rotten spoiled kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to graduate from NB Forrest High School (on the west side of Jacksonville) in June 1976 in spite of myself. I wasn't stupid, just the opposite in fact. I was so smart in fact, the great state of Florida asked me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They didn't care where I went, JUST GO! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had been in contact with a friend that had graduated a year or so before me. He, like me had been a troubled adolescent and after a stint in the military, ended up on Houston's East End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off the bus at the Greyhound station in Houston, one muggy night in late 1976 or early 1977. And I've been here ever since. I met the Queen, also not a native, in Texas. Our three kids were all born here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a life for myself (and others) here. If I had stayed where I was, I'd most likely be dead at this point. Long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I came here, to the land of opportunity and carved out a productive life. One that my forebears would be (mostly) proud of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm with you, Evan! Texan by choice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113363987590209662?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texasmonthly.com/preview/2005-12-01/btl' title='You Ain&apos;t From Around Here are Ya, Boy?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113363987590209662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113363987590209662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113363987590209662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113363987590209662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-aint-from-around-here-are-ya-boy.html' title='You Ain&apos;t From Around Here are Ya, Boy?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113225290226975846</id><published>2005-11-17T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:41:42.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Started a New Group @ flickr.com</title><content type='html'>I started a new Model Railroading group in &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; today. &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/groups/modelrailroading/"&gt;Model Railroading&lt;/a&gt;. It is a public group check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;. It is probably the easiest photo sharing / storing site on the web today. If you can't figure out flickr, then you probably shouldn't be using a computer at all. That's how easy it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group goes together with one of my other blogs &lt;a href="http://texasts1-160scale.blogspot.com/"&gt;TexasT's Forays in 1:160&lt;/a&gt;.  Sent out a bunch of invites to it today. Like to see where this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113225290226975846?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113225290226975846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113225290226975846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113225290226975846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113225290226975846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/started-new-group-flickrcom.html' title='Started a New Group @ flickr.com'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113216126783934045</id><published>2005-11-16T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:14:27.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough IS Enough!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a one time Florida boy, I really feel for Floridians...I transplanted to Texas in 1976 or 1977. But they've really been hammered over there the last couple of years. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonder if it has anything to do with all those trailers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/28/63929356_578190a830_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/63929356_578190a830_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got people in FlA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters still live in NE Florida, fer God's sake!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113216126783934045?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113216126783934045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113216126783934045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113216126783934045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113216126783934045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough IS Enough!!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113215661703009327</id><published>2005-11-16T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T08:09:21.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think There's a Subtle Message Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Little chilly in downtown H-town this AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nice northern &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blowing. Wind as opposed to a nice cool breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was outside having a smoke... (I know, I know....It's a nasty habit...Do I lecture you about &lt;strong&gt;YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; vices? Besides - it is about the only vice I allow myself anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoking area is on the western side of the building and if there's a northern wind it blasts throught the concrete canyons and hits you full in the face. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes it is strong enough to (nearly) blow your ass right off of the white marble pedestal this building stands on&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (building management) used to provide a smoking area in the parking garage below the building. It was closed for "&lt;strong&gt;Security&lt;/strong&gt;" reasons. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, right...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...Maybe that message isn't so subtle after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'nuff said...&lt;/em&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/8919450-113215661703009327?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113215661703009327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113215661703009327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113215661703009327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113215661703009327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/think-theres-subtle-message-here.html' title='Think There&apos;s a Subtle Message Here?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113197518076274220</id><published>2005-11-14T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T05:34:32.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Back Yard This Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;By the way did I mention I'm not working any more Mondays this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/63200893/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/63200893_ec11deedb7.jpg" alt="" align="right" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foggy morning in Katy, Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/63200876/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/63200876_c304962f71.jpg" alt="Orchid" align="left" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blooming orchid in my Back Yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113197518076274220?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113197518076274220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113197518076274220' title='0 Comments'/><link 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grande;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compliment&lt;/span&gt;" for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Cretins and vermin cannot compare with the depths of your lassitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! 'nuff said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113197219220525140?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG' title='The Surrealist Compliment Generator'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113197219220525140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113197219220525140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113197219220525140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113197219220525140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/surrealist-compliment-generator.html' title='The Surrealist Compliment Generator'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113172821578751105</id><published>2005-11-11T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:56:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans day 2005 - November 11th 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/58821254/"&gt;&lt;img height="576" alt="Ole Glory1" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/58821254_4f12091c9f_o.jpg" width="720" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an uncle that flew P51 mustangs in WWII and was decorated as an Ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad (Stepdad - but the only father I ever knew) served in the Korean Conflict as a medic in the Corp and was decorated with a silver star (Which I now have) for valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never would talk about this time of his life and I can only wonder what kind of horrors he had to live through that was bad enough that he never spoke of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he joined the Navy and made many trips to Vietnam while we were stationed at Pearl Harbor in the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died in 1973.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute both these brave men (and All Service members) who gave so much for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113172821578751105?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113172821578751105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113172821578751105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113172821578751105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113172821578751105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/veterans-day-2005-november-11th-2005.html' title='Veterans day 2005 - November 11th 2005'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113171734953360874</id><published>2005-11-11T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T06:12:17.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thrill Is Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;re you going to the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texrenfest.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texas Renaissance Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he answer (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;) is an unequivical and resounding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o...I think not, this time m'lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hy? Not that I owe any person an explanation, but...The magic, for me anyway, left that place long ago. Spent ten or twelve years (at least) pouring my blood, sweat, and yes, tears into that place. No one remembers any of the good I did for (or in) that place. A lot of the faces have changed. It is a younger crowd now. The torch seems to have been passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t this point I prefer to keep my past glories...to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have no wish to make new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd it is too much a "Family" show for me now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ven the some of the same faces that are still there have changed - a lot. Not necessarily for the better. I do not say this with any malice. Or none intended in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;have no doubt that I can still walk the walk, and talk the talk. Better, in fact, I'm sure than most who are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ut the days of wine and wenching have, for me, come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat energy I have, I would rather expend elsewhere, on other projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hie and fair thee well, Goodly New Market Village.&lt;br /&gt;Glad tidings I wish to thee and thine.&lt;br /&gt;To thy denizens I give,&lt;br /&gt;"May all thy tips be large and the King's Tax be tiny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayhap, I shall see thee anon! Mayhap not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s for now at least - I bid thee adieu! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8919450-113171734953360874?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.texrenfest.com/' title='The Thrill Is Gone...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113171734953360874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113171734953360874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113171734953360874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113171734953360874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/thrill-is-gone.html' title='The Thrill Is Gone...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113159177328260839</id><published>2005-11-09T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:04:28.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Is Up With Cops on Horseback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In Downtown Houston during effing RUSH HOUR?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; As if traffic isn't bad enough on Louisiana at 5:15 in the afternoon. I come out of my building this afternoon to see traffic snarled up even worse than usual. Look down the street and there's an HPD officer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;on horseback, clip clopping BETWEEN the traffic lanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WTF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he was probably there to keep the traffic moving, as people who are trying to pick others up will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;tend to stand at the curb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; while waiting for thier parties to come out of the building. The police intend to move them along. C'mon people! It's rush hour out here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;And the Police are writing TICKETS for standing in  a no parking zone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Or usually are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But not TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back to the Policeman playing horsie. He was (as I said) riding his horse between the lanes of traffic. Moving, or so he thought, traffic along. Behind this guy, both the curb-side lane and the next one over are backed up almost a full block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;H-E-E-E-E-E-L-L-L-L-L-L-L-O-O-O-O-O-o-o-o-o!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mr. Officer on the horse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;People are scared to pass you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and your horse...I don't think they realize your horse has probably logged more rush hour traffic than they have and they don't want to scare him. As a result - Snarled traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't guess he realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that people were spooked by this animal. Most cities (even in the south) don't have a mounted patrol. It's hard to know how to act if you haven't been around horses all that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He's just lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; most people were actually paying attention to what was going on around them, instead of the most popular pastime (it seems) in Houston. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking on your phone while manuevering in traffic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Or the second most popular pastime in H-Town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED LIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; "Oh was that light red? I'm sorry...I was talking on the PHONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WAKE UP FELLAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C'mon guys! Get a grip! For Motorist Safety! For Pedestrian Safety! For YOUR Safety! For your FRIGGIN' Horse's Safety! Let's try to keep the Equinous Patrols off the main arteries during peak traffic time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've said enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&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/8919450-113159177328260839?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113159177328260839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113159177328260839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113159177328260839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113159177328260839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-what-is-up-with-cops-on-horseback.html' title='So What Is Up With Cops on Horseback...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113150567265304695</id><published>2005-11-08T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:16:40.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corner was Empty Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The intolerant, homophobic dude that usually provides entertainment on Tuesdays was strangely absent today.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No doubt voting YES on Prop 2.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And it looks like Prop 2 proponents will win. Bunch of short sighted FOOLS if you ask me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;But that's just my opinion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/8919450-113150567265304695?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113150567265304695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113150567265304695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113150567265304695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113150567265304695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/corner-was-empty-today.html' title='The Corner was Empty Today'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113146108939635366</id><published>2005-11-08T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:18:23.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Was That It?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this weren't Houston, the weather we're having might be unusual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We had a couple of really nice weeks, weather wise. Nice and cool, low humidity. Autumnal (Is that aword?) type weather...But now it might as well be summer! Weather from weather.com via Yahoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today: Partly to mostly cloudy with widely scattered showers or thunderstorms possible by this afternoon. Warm. High 86F. Winds SSE at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 30%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight: Cloudy intervals. Low 67F. Winds SSE at 5 to 10 mph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow: Sun and a few passing clouds. Warm. High 87F. Winds S at 5 to 10 mph.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night: Clear skies with a few passing clouds. Low 64F. Winds SW at 5 to 10 mph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday: Times of sun and clouds. Highs in the low 80s and lows in the low 50s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday: Sunny. Highs in the mid 70s and lows in the mid 50s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday: Plenty of sun. Highs in the low 80s and lows in the mid 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just another beautiful day in paradise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113146108939635366?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113146108939635366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113146108939635366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113146108939635366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113146108939635366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-was-that-it.html' title='So Was That It?!?!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113094387189235886</id><published>2005-11-02T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:04:31.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intolerance is a Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...A disease of ignorance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those that know me, know that I can generally be a very tolerant person. The two things that really get my goat (okay, so there are more than two). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But today's goat getters are Ignorance and Intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/Ignorance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 1px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Ignorance Defined" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/200/Ignorance.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/1600/Intolerance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Intolerance defined" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/628/200/Intolerance.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in some cases they are related. That's when it really gets to me. It can put me into a rage. There's a guy here who every Tuesday, stands on the corner of McKinney and Smith in downtown Houston with I presume either his, wife, or daughter videotaping the entire time he's standing there with a sign that makes his ignorance and intolerant beliefs known to all. Now most of the time I can manage to let this kind of stuff go. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/texasts/58976994/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/58976994_d8eebf4033.jpg" align="right" width="500" height="371" alt="Bless this moron for he is a fool" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But after watching this (Christian, I presume) religous zealot stand on this corner almost every Tuesday for the better part of 4 years. I presume this fool has to get a permit from the city to stand on this corner and I know that under the First Amendment, they have to give him one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But enough already!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113094387189235886?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113094387189235886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113094387189235886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113094387189235886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113094387189235886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/intolerance-is-disease.html' title='Intolerance is a Disease'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113088220582684391</id><published>2005-11-01T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:39:50.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Department  - Lesson for Today NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit 2 November 2005: Sounds somewhat plausable. But see here what &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/language/apocryph/pluckyew.htm"&gt;snopes has to say.&lt;/a&gt; I knew I shouldn't trust that source!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hink there may be an History lesson or two here...Not usre if this is fact but it would certainly figure...I'll have to ask a Brit friend of mine. But I don't remember getting flipped off while I was living in Great Britain. But here it is anyway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giving the Finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "&lt;strong&gt;plucking the yew&lt;/strong&gt;" (or "&lt;strong&gt;pluck yew&lt;/strong&gt;").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, "&lt;strong&gt;See, we can still pluck yew! "PLUCK YEW!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "&lt;em&gt;giving the bird.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...And yew thought yew knew everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113088220582684391?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113088220582684391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113088220582684391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113088220582684391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113088220582684391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/11/history-department-lesson-for-today.html' title='History Department  - Lesson for Today NOT!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113069151380967733</id><published>2005-10-30T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:01:03.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's This For Scary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=nevermerry127"&gt;step-son&lt;/a&gt; has, in the last week and a half, done more homework helping one of his girlfriends with a project for school, than he did in his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire senior year&lt;/span&gt; of High-School...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BRrrrrrr. Gives me shivers just thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'nuff said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113069151380967733?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113069151380967733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113069151380967733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113069151380967733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113069151380967733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/hows-this-for-scary.html' title='How&apos;s This For Scary?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113056142462285845</id><published>2005-10-28T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T22:54:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Perhaps I Was Remiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia;" class="post-title"&gt;      Chastisement can be a Wonderful Thing...        &lt;/h3&gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It seems I was remiss on Thursday night with my recent reportage (is that even a word?) of links on Thursday on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" href="http://texasts1-160scale.blogspot.com/"&gt;TexasT's Forays in 1:160&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Which is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound Off by Texas T's&lt;/span&gt;", kinder, and gentler little brother about my new adventures in Nscale. Haven't talked much about that here, either, other than a couple of &lt;a href="http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/n-scale-still-rules.html"&gt;posts about nscale&lt;/a&gt; right before I started the endeavor...and a link on the&lt;a href="http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/started-new-blog.html"&gt; day of it's debut&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...But I digress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I put in a list of useful (well they are to me, mainly) links just trying to be the informative guy that I am. Plus lazy bum that I am, I wanted them all in one spot where I could get to them, because at first glance (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and some a second and a third&lt;/span&gt;) they looked to have some merit. One of my friends has already verified that. So &lt;a href="http://texasts1-160scale.blogspot.com/2005/10/hows-about-few-links.html"&gt;I wanted to keep an eye on them&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; And truth be known perhaps I was remiss, as I am not completely unversed in nettiquette. After returning home from work, I checked my email tonight as is a long standing habit. Just some of the usual stuff...Couple from user groups and sigs I belong to and, "Hello, here's an email from my new friend Jules."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jules is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.modeltracks.co.uk/soccer/"&gt;web designer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; cum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.modeltracks.co.uk/smallworld/"&gt;Nscale Modeller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; or is that Nscale Modeller cum web designer and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.modeltracks.co.uk/"&gt;Webmaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; as well. Well whatever, I'm not sure, I'll have to ask him. Very talented, is our Jules...We've been emailing back and forth across the Atlantic for a short while after I surfed on to his page from the National Model Railroad Ass'n web site once I started getting interested in model railroading again. He has put together a couple of layouts that are...well "Jewels".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I didn't include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.modeltracks.co.uk/smallworld/"&gt;Small World Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, which is Jule's site about Nscale layouts. Nor did I put it in my sidebar. I must apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is however, something I can rectify fairly quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't really mind though, because there is one thing emails about your site tell you...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's that people are reading your stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8919450-113056142462285845?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113056142462285845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113056142462285845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113056142462285845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113056142462285845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/perhaps-i-was-remiss.html' title='...Perhaps I Was Remiss'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113046444853286529</id><published>2005-10-27T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:54:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well at least they made it to the World Series...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Four up and Four down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our boys put up a good fight. Like Bagwell said, "It just wasn't our time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like the title of this post says - At least they made it to the Series. I'm pretty happy with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113046444853286529?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113046444853286529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113046444853286529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113046444853286529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113046444853286529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-at-least-they-made-it-to-world.html' title='Well at least they made it to the World Series...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113007343988972503</id><published>2005-10-23T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T06:18:02.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Freeway Closed this Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uh- Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-113007343988972503?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/kprc/20051022/lo_kprc/3011631' title='Katy Freeway Closed this Weekend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113007343988972503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113007343988972503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113007343988972503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113007343988972503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/katy-freeway-closed-this-weekend.html' title='Katy Freeway Closed this Weekend'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-113000535708613923</id><published>2005-10-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:22:37.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So The World Series...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tarts tonight and Houston's home team, The Houston Astros walked by the Cardinals to garner a spot in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment Astros fans have been waiting a long, long time for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Go Astros!!&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/8919450-113000535708613923?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/113000535708613923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=113000535708613923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113000535708613923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/113000535708613923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-world-series.html' title='So The World Series...'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-112982989628204203</id><published>2005-10-20T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:38:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Body Is Gonna Get It!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;em&gt;'Beyond the Beyond'&lt;/em&gt;...Bruce said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Hurricanes are not supposed to suddenly balloon to fabulous proportions in such teensy bodies of water". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiredblogs.tripod.com/sterling/index.blog?entry_id=1256283"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;http://wiredblogs.tripod.com/sterling/index.blog?entry_id=1256283&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm with you, Bruce! Looks like someone is in for some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Heavy Weather'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Link to GOES satellite footage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cimss.ssec.wisc.edu/tropic/real-time/atlantic/movies/g8irnhc/g8irnhcjava.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Phoneman may need to bail out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-112982989628204203?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/112982989628204203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=112982989628204203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112982989628204203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112982989628204203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-body-is-gonna-get-it.html' title='Some Body Is Gonna Get It!!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-112978086287000696</id><published>2005-10-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:08:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They did it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Houston Astros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;World Series Here they come!! Look out, Whitesox!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'nuff said!&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/8919450-112978086287000696?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/112978086287000696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=112978086287000696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112978086287000696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112978086287000696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/they-did-it.html' title='They did it!!'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-112964322506472745</id><published>2005-10-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:47:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I Should Not Have Gotten Out of Bed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kay, so I shaved my mustache. By mistake. (See previous post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y coffee mug is leaking out of one side. Don't know what that's about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen I got out of the car at the corner this morning. Some friggin' bus driver on the 131 decided (apparently) that I should have gotten off in the middle of the road instead of at the curb. What a maroon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd I have a 1 on 1 with the boss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omedays it just doesn't pay etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8919450-112964322506472745?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/112964322506472745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=112964322506472745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112964322506472745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112964322506472745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-i-should-not-have-gotten-out-of.html' title='Maybe I Should Not Have Gotten Out of Bed?'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-112963953502202506</id><published>2005-10-18T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T05:49:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rule - No Shaving of the Face Before 5:15 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o I was in the shower this morning - shaving - having not shaved for a few days and noticed that my mustache needed a little help. Well you know you trim one side...Oops now that sides too high. Trim a little more...Dang! Before you realize it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Gone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit&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/8919450-112963953502202506?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/112963953502202506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=112963953502202506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112963953502202506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112963953502202506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-rule-no-shaving-of-face-before-515.html' title='New Rule - No Shaving of the Face Before 5:15 AM'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8919450.post-112959478922697949</id><published>2005-10-17T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:19:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I've been on blogger nearly a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hould I keep going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hould I throw in the towel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hould I get Adsense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hould I change the look and feel of Sound off by TexasT's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r is it, "Damn the Torpedos! Full speed ahead!"&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/8919450-112959478922697949?l=texasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/feeds/112959478922697949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8919450&amp;postID=112959478922697949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112959478922697949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8919450/posts/default/112959478922697949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texasts.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-ive-been-on-blogger-nearly-year.html' title='Okay I&apos;ve been on blogger nearly a year'/><author><name>TexasT's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14154747922478507594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://static.flickr.com/35/105061288_86a2eb86bd_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
