<?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-2049862686734938325</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:33:29.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Legendary</title><subtitle type='html'>Random musings of a complete psychopath.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-452539528672752592</id><published>2008-10-06T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:28:37.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience With the Sublime</title><content type='html'>One experience that stands out for me is the night I went out to see the Mars Volta in London.  I do not think anything has moved me like this show.  The Mars Volta is a rock/latin/prog band from California and I have been following them since 2002 and even before that when they were known as At The Drive-In.  I can remember this show like it was yesterday, it was at the Roundhouse in Camden Town.  It was an indoor venue and I got a spot in the balcony. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for the band to come out.  I was sitting in anticipation for nearly an hour and when they came out, I simply lost it.  I can remember dancing to their music in a way that I have never danced before.  It was simply amazing.  After the show my adrenalin didn't stop pumping for nearly an hour.  I felt something very special that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I have experienced the sublime is when I first heard Lupe Fiasco.  Lupe is a rapper from Chicago and his debut album Food and Liquor is one that I can listen to the whole way through again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved reading the Goosebumps books by R.L. Stien back when I was just a little chap.  I was very young back then, but I felt sense of rapture every time I read one of those books.  Once I started one, I couldn't put it down until it was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I felt completely moved by an artistic medium is when I played Half Life 2.  This game was like nothing I had ever experienced before.  I remember beating it within a week because I simply could not put the game down.  I was engrossed by the Bladerunner/1984 esque story line.  The combat was frantic and every battle I went in to made me feel like I could never pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the list of other notables&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir"&lt;br /&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;br /&gt;Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo 64&lt;br /&gt;Myst&lt;br /&gt;Gran Tourismo 3&lt;br /&gt;Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X&lt;br /&gt;Madden Football&lt;br /&gt;Metal Gear Solid&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;Seattle&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Flying for the first time&lt;br /&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;P&lt;br /&gt;Film Making&lt;br /&gt;2008 Election&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-452539528672752592?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/452539528672752592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=452539528672752592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/452539528672752592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/452539528672752592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-experience-with-sublime.html' title='My Experience With the Sublime'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-5143077037535915726</id><published>2008-10-05T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:47:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing Out Crap</title><content type='html'>I just watched a really interesting video of one of &lt;a href="http://www.43folders.com"&gt;Merlin Mann's&lt;/a&gt; talks at a Google conference in July 2007.  The gist of this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9UjeTMb3Yk"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; is uncluttering one's e-mail inbox to bring about a sound process to their life.  For google employees, their inbox can look like a battleground.  Emails reside in this jungle vying for the top position in the owner's priority list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin's idea is the Zero Inbox.  What this means is that a person's inbox should have literally zero emails just wasting away in this electronic prison.  I have seen people with inboxes that contain fifty to a hundred emails and I wonder how they can even keep track of all that stuff.  I don't claim to be very good at all when it comes to organization, but I actually keep a system that works remarkably well for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I receive an email, I always ask myself what this email means to me.  If the contents of that email are fairly important, I will put it into one of several areas.  I have 2 areas where I keep important dates and documents.  My source for holding deadlines and meetings is actually a &lt;a href="http://hwschedule.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog just like this one&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't operate it like a normal blog because that would be detrimental to me staying organized.  It was a bit of a process, but through experimentation I worked it out.  When I first started it, I would put in an entry every single day; however, the entries would become too numerous and I found myself sifting through lines and lines of stuff that didn't indicate whether the tasks were done or not.  I reduced the blog to one single post.  I update this post whenever a new task comes about.  I color code the tasks in a way that makes sense to me.  Tasks that need to be done are in a black font, completed tasks are red, meetings are blue and ongoing tasks are coded green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, for documents I keep a very rudementary system within my computer.  I keep documents in a document stack that contains several folders.  Each folder has a subject and documents go to their respective subject folder.  For example, I have a classes folder within the stack, within that folder I have my current semester folder.  Within that folder I have folders that go along with my classes that I am taking.  My other folder contains all my old classes and every document I have collected during my college career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This system is far from perfect and I am constantly trying to figure out ways to make it better.  I guess that's the fun thing about life, you always find ways to make things better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-5143077037535915726?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/5143077037535915726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=5143077037535915726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/5143077037535915726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/5143077037535915726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/10/clearing-out-crap.html' title='Clearing Out Crap'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-841407137903389368</id><published>2008-08-25T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:06:56.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet and Other Things</title><content type='html'>Today was a bit like waking up on Christmas morning and finding presents underneath the Christmas tree.  My alarm woke me up at about 10 o'clock and as I was waking up I realized that I did not need to.  I decided that I could fit in an hour of extra sleep so I did.  Within 10 minutes I could faintly hear someone knocking on the door upstairs.  At first I did not want to bother with it, then I figured that it could quite possibly be the cable guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begrudgingly rose from my comfortable position and found a pair of pants to slip on.  I forced myself up the stairs from the basement and looked outside.  I was blinded by the morning light but I could see a figured walking across my porch.  I opened the door and called to the man and instantly I knew it was him.  He turned towards me with a cable reader in hand and utility belt around his waist.  He was like a personal Santa Clause with sweet loot and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half hour he took setting up the cable seemed unbearable.  I could see that freedom was within my grasp.  I no longer had to drive to the local truck stop to access the internet and I was eternally grateful.  After he was done doing his work I promptly cracked open my Macbook and began enjoying the wonders of the internet once again.  Never before have I felt so appreciative of having something.  I finally know what can happen when you take something for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-841407137903389368?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/841407137903389368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=841407137903389368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/841407137903389368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/841407137903389368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/08/internet-and-other-things.html' title='Internet and Other Things'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-293337501291473459</id><published>2008-08-20T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:17:19.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Prayer</title><content type='html'>So a couple nights ago, I had an interesting little spat/discussion with my friend Darin based on the value of prayer.  The situation went as thus, we were driving to his place so I could drop him off when we started talking about what work we would do after college.  Next, he asked me a question that really struck me.  He told me to pray that he finds a job after college.  I did not know how to react to this so I did what I felt like doing, I made a joke out of it.  What happened next caught me off guard.  During my jovial response, Darin changed his tone of voice and told me that he was serious about this.  People have told me to pray for them at which I gave a half-hearted "okay" but nothing more than that.  I've told people that I'll keep them in my thoughts, but I've never mentioned my prayers.  When my parents tell me that they are praying for me, I get no sense of gratification out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a Christian, but not Catholic.  I was born into a Roman Catholic home, town and school and I hated every minute of it.  Despite that resentment, I still felt as though I have a connection with a so called God but I'm at a stage right now where I am not sure that this all loving God is even the God I think he is.  Hell, he might be a she for all I know.  And who is to say that Catholicism is the be all end all just because a crazy prophet dude said that I am the way, the truth and the light.  I don't know if people know this, but Jesus was a Jew and as such, the king of the Jews.  So who's to say that the Jewish faith is not the true faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all merely questions, and while I'm skeptical of God, I'm not full blown denying Him (As you can tell by me capitalizing God, Him and He :D) Ok, enough of this, I'll go back to my thoughts on prayer.  As we were arguing about why I would not seriously pray for him, I told him that prayer is essentially useless in my opinion.  Who's to say that if I were to pray for my friend, that God is going to hear this meek little murmer from one of six billion people and think "Well, this guy really wants a job so I guess I'll grant him his wish."  To me, prayer is nothing but a lottery and if your prayer is answered then you've basically won.  If you lose, well then, "It's just what God wanted."  To me, prayer is such a BS concept, when there are hungry, suffering people all over the world.  Why do those people continue to suffer if all they need to do is pray?  Do they not pray?  Yes, they do, in fact they pray more vehemently in a day than most Catholics will do in a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, someone who prays with the intent that it helps them succeed is such a selfish act.  And asking for someone to pray for them is something I would take as an offense.  It almost sounded to me that he had no confidence in the fact that I do think about him every day and I do wish the best for him, but do I pray that he or anyone else ends up living a successful and fulfilling life?  No, because that is simply me asking God to go out of His way to make my friends life turn out great while others will fall behind.    The argument culminated in him finally getting me to admit that I believe that prayer is useless.  When I said that, I felt strange.  I didn't know if I felt liberated or if I felt that I had somehow turned my back on God.  I don't know, but all I know is at that instant, I felt a feeling of something leaving me.  Perhaps it was a piece of God breaking away from me, or if it was simply a weight that was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my life, I have come to the conclusion that things happen at random.  There is not plan for us, because we have free will and the ability to map out our own lives.  Good things happen and bad things happen and it all depends on how you react to these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to be a master on the meaning of life but I believe that a higher being could be one of many things.  I haven't ruled out that I'm simply a guys' avatar in an extremely complex MMORPG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of this tomfoolery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-293337501291473459?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/293337501291473459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=293337501291473459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/293337501291473459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/293337501291473459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-on-prayer.html' title='Thoughts on Prayer'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-2077770004958092736</id><published>2008-08-18T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:16:31.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Stars and Computer Games</title><content type='html'>So I figured I'd expand a little bit on my previous blog post and talk about the dilemma of not having wireless internet at my current place of residence.  This is day six or so of me going to the Classic Corner truck stop in Madison because it is open 24 hours and it has wireless internet.  I've never spent more than maybe three hours a day here because I usually do the things I need to get done and that is about it.  My roommate has contacted our cable provider a bunch of times but they keep telling him that they'll get a guy over to our place as soon as they find an opening.  It's been about a week or so of that so I'm starting to wonder if they're simply ignoring us or if everyone in the Sioux Falls region is just now setting up their cable/internet.  On the plus side, it's about 50 dollars for basic cable and internet which is a killer price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned about working up courage to load up World of Warcraft at the Classic Corner, but to tell you the truth it really did not take that much.  I'm pretty open about the fact that I play WOW because I'm a pretty well-rounded person.  WOW can be a little daunting at times, but I know I'll never be the kind of person that makes time for 25 man raids and six hour instances.  I am a little worried that I have been picking up on the lingo so eventually I'll be able to toss around sweet acronyms and talk about feign and pull and all those awesome strategies.  Actually I have no idea what feign and pull means, I just heard some guys talking about it on a podcast.  To tell you the truth though, I actually heard about that from Curt Schilling.  Yes, the famous Curt Schilling who pitches for the Boston Red Sox but also sports three level 70s which includes a shaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Instance is probably one of my favorite podcasts.    Of the twenty or so that I subscribe to, The Instance is easily top three.  Another one is called How I WoW, a sister podcast of the instance.  It is hosted by a French man named Patrick and Scott Johnson and their premise of the podcast is to interview different people who play WoW, how they got into it and how they play the game.  Episode seven saw Curt Schilling as a guest and it was a really fascinating listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most people think of professional sports players, the last thing that would come to mind is that they are not hardcore computer game players.  Curt Schilling is an exception to that.  He stated that he was always one of the most technology minded baseball players in the league, carrying around laptops back when they weighed 10 lbs. and using them to play Ultima Online.  He said that he has always been into MMORPGs starting with Ultima Online, an MMO from Sony.  He mentioned that his gaming habits became public when he and Doug Glanville were interviewed after a game in which Doug hit two homeruns off him when they were no longer team mates (Doug played for the Phillies while Schilling played for the Diamondbacks).  Reporters were interviewing Doug after the game because he was the kind of player who never hit home runs.  When asked about how he was able to do it, Glanville replied that Schilling had been responsible for many of Glanville's deaths.  After hearing this the media was dumb-struck and he quickly added that it was in an online game called Ultima Online.  The media then ran to Curt to ask him about him causing Glanville's deaths to which he replied "Let's get a couple things straight.  Doug died because Doug sucked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony loved the exposure and designed an NPC that when other players killed it, Sony donated money to Schilling's ALS foundation which works to find a cure for Lou Gherig's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point that Schilling made is that even though he has always been a jock, he's never been in the "jock circle."  World of Warcraft is simply a hobby for him and many others and in today's world, there's no real stigma to being a gamer.  Games have risen to meteoric popularity and the terms Nerd and Geek have become virtually meaningless.  So with that I'll be getting back to my Level 36 Human Mage.  You can find me on Zuluhed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-2077770004958092736?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/2077770004958092736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=2077770004958092736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/2077770004958092736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/2077770004958092736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/08/sports-stars-and-computer-games.html' title='Sports Stars and Computer Games'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-4557338798497707173</id><published>2008-08-14T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:22:44.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technological Stone-Age</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting at the Classic Corner truck stop because my house does not have the internet yet and I am beyond the point of infuriation.  I am the only person who comes into this thriving establishment to use it exclusively for the fact that it has free wireless internet and it is open for 24 hours.  Happiness comes in the form of a gasoline peddler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't spend too much time here otherwise I feel like an utter loser.  I'm actually working up the courage to start up World of Warcraft here, but I don't know if I have it in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working on a podcast right now with some friends.  We call it the Cherry Chocolate Podcast.  We have some really good ideas but we're terrible radio personalities so we're working on it.  Hopefully I'll have a link up to the Cherry Chocolate blog I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a brief post but I figured I'd put this up to prove I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-4557338798497707173?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/4557338798497707173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=4557338798497707173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/4557338798497707173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/4557338798497707173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/08/technological-stone-age.html' title='Technological Stone-Age'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-726996812389568819</id><published>2008-07-06T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:02:09.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgio Armani Spring/Summer Collection</title><content type='html'>On June 24, Gorgio Armani displayed his newest collection which featured a variety of extravagant looks and fabrics.  A couple decades ago, Armani displayed a samurai influenced collection and ever since, the fashion world has been clamoring for something like that again.  Armani felt it was the right time to return to the East, and he did so with the most extravagant and vibrant collection in recent memory.  &lt;div&gt;In this latest collection, Armani wanted to bring out the best that India could give with bold, colorful looks.  Silk reigned supreme at this sho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w as Armani showed not only his daring artistic side, but also his conventional (albeit still very extravagant) side with a gorgeous display of business attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures courtesy of men.style.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/SHFODpdD0bI/AAAAAAAAACo/UA9J66-KyVE/s200/00110m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039267673428402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/SHFOSo7UV9I/AAAAAAAAACw/_hLQm4exvtE/s200/00990m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039525229942738" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/SHFN3TH6p9I/AAAAAAAAACg/9DtNADcTPjw/s200/00980m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039055520737234" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/SHFOlrdWxaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A8R6E_vENKw/s200/00050m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220039852327093666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-726996812389568819?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/726996812389568819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=726996812389568819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/726996812389568819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/726996812389568819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/07/gorgio-armani-springsummer-collection.html' title='Gorgio Armani Spring/Summer Collection'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/SHFODpdD0bI/AAAAAAAAACo/UA9J66-KyVE/s72-c/00110m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-747115698428338652</id><published>2008-07-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:37:50.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes: A Crash Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Geneva; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; width: 97%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: auto; padding-right: 5px; "&gt;What do shoes say about a man?&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To your average man, they are nothing more than a comfortable way to get from point A to point B.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shoes are versatile and serve many purposes.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Average people do not seem to notice or care about the fashion statement that shoes make.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A well-cultured man is not an average man and this should be reflected in his wardrobe.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shoes mean so much more than a means of comfort, they can define a man.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A man does not wear a suit with sneakers because a suite is not meant to go with sneakers; moreover, a man does not wear casual clothes with square-toed pennies.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It simply sends the signal of bad taste or a complete lack of understanding how an outfit is put together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; width: 97%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: auto; padding-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The right kind of shoe can say so much about a person and conversely, the wrong kind of shoe can do exactly the same thing.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are essential shoes of every man’s wardrobe.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every man must have dress shoes, fashionable run-around shoes and then the athletic shoes.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every man must have these three pairs of shoes to be the basis of a simple but respectable wardrobe.&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I believe whole heartedly that fashion starts from the ground up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; width: 97%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: auto; padding-right: 5px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; font-size: 13px; width: 97%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: auto; padding-right: 5px; "&gt;See my picks after the &lt;a href="http://www.wellcultured.com/fashion/124/a-crash-course-on-shoes"&gt;jump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-747115698428338652?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/747115698428338652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=747115698428338652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/747115698428338652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/747115698428338652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoes-crash-course.html' title='Shoes: A Crash Course'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-1187972346125375874</id><published>2008-07-06T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:30:01.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought on Cougars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A discussion has started up on a website I write for called wellcultured.com.  Kirk, the administrator of well cultured wanted to start a discussion based on the sexual adventures of 30 yr old to 40 yr old women.  The article questions the moral integrity of the so called "cougar lifestyle."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Geneva; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The term “Cougar” has become more popular as of recent due to the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top; text-align: justify; "&gt;Oceans 13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, but it has been around for quite a while- as older women seek younger men. The fact of the matter is, so far as sexual maturity is concerned, the “theory” (or the supposed “science”) is that women are in their sexual prime much later than men, though obviously their childbearing years are much earlier. Men are supposed to be at their prime in their mid-20s, whereas women at their 30s+, and so-on.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I agree that women do come into their sexual prime at a later stage in life than men do.  I am not one hundred percent of the physiology of it all, but most women seem to desire sex more later in their life.  This physical drive for sex is very apparent especially in marriages where the woman desires sex but the man doesn't.  Hence, this would explain why you would see a lot of older women out at bars.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would not totally shun that lifestyle because people can have sex with who they want, when they want and for whatever reason.  The only thing I really would shy away from as if it were the black death would be if the woman was in a marriage.  Unfaithful people never seem to make it out in one piece.  If I were put into that situation, I wouldn't accept the sex no matter how attractive the woman was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, a comment was made by a woman who visited well cultured and she was a bit extremist about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Geneva; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about starting off by not referring to older women that date younger men as cougars..it is sexist and rude. Are you aware that there is no equivalent name for men that date younger women. This labeling is yet another attempt to control female sexuality and construct women as less than. As the question about age and dating but it can be done without resorting to demeaning labels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The term "cougar" has been around for what seems like decades.  The earliest known cougar in my mind is the woman who played the dean's wife in "Animal House."  I don't know if the term was used outright, but the woman almost seems empowered by her ability to seduce a young college student.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The article itself isn't meant to use the word "cougar" as a derogatory term.  It's simply a word used to describe a certain lifestyle.  The word isn't used to spite the women who have sex with younger men.  In my opinion, I believe that this poster simply saw the word "cougar" and then felt the urge to stand upon a soap box.  The article was simply written to spur a discussion on whether women should pick up younger men or not.  This isn't a "Maxim" type of site where guys can go to compare notches on their bedposts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/rant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-1187972346125375874?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/1187972346125375874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=1187972346125375874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/1187972346125375874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/1187972346125375874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-on-cougars.html' title='A Thought on Cougars'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-5198257623948427269</id><published>2008-07-06T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T04:13:41.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?tabType2=guide&amp;amp;tabUrl2=http%3A%2F%2FWatchMojo%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash&amp;amp;tabTitle2=WatchMojo%20episodes&amp;amp;tabType1=details&amp;amp;tabUrl1=undefined&amp;amp;tabTitle1=About&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F1044335&amp;amp;brandlink=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2EWatchMojo%2Ecom&amp;amp;brandname=WatchMojo%2Ecom&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" width="400" height="255" allowfullscreen="true" id="showplayer"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src="http://blip.tv/scripts/flash/showplayer.swf?tabType2=guide&amp;amp;tabUrl2=http%3A%2F%2FWatchMojo%2Eblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash&amp;amp;tabTitle2=WatchMojo%20episodes&amp;amp;tabType1=details&amp;amp;tabUrl1=undefined&amp;amp;tabTitle1=About&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Frss%2Fflash%2F1044335&amp;amp;brandlink=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2EWatchMojo%2Ecom&amp;amp;brandname=WatchMojo%2Ecom&amp;amp;showplayerpath=http%3A%2F%2Fblip%2Etv%2Fscripts%2Fflash%2Fshowplayer%2Eswf" quality="best" width="400" height="255" name="showplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been looking at this site called watchmojo.com which is a fashion and lifestyle site geared towards men and women.  In this video they are featuring some cheap and beautiful outdoor furniture that actually looks more expensive than what they are priced.  I've been looking at this site quite a bit and I like what they are doing with it.  They cover a lot of high-end fashion, but at the same time they cover fashion that you can afford.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2049862686734938325-5198257623948427269?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/5198257623948427269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=5198257623948427269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/5198257623948427269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/5198257623948427269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/07/outdoor-furniture.html' title='Outdoor Furniture'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-8469119739792254924</id><published>2008-01-13T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T07:58:45.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Chocolate Podcast, Ep. 0</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to make this bloPodcastg very video game related.  More news on why I'm doing this later. I've got a new Podcast up.  It's called the Cherry Chocolate Podcast and it's super fun.  Episode Zero, Come Taste my Hot Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fcxf4u2xdzz"&gt;Podcast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-8469119739792254924?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/8469119739792254924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=8469119739792254924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/8469119739792254924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/8469119739792254924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2008/01/cherry-chocolate-podcast-ep-0.html' title='Cherry Chocolate Podcast, Ep. 0'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-9160968151804290743</id><published>2007-11-15T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:33:21.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/Rz0dgy7PKKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Oc-6mxJ0RUM/s1600-h/cave1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/Rz0dgy7PKKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Oc-6mxJ0RUM/s400/cave1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133291599535483042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/Rz0dZy7PKJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xBQGpIjh438/s1600-h/cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/Rz0dZy7PKJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xBQGpIjh438/s400/cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133291479276398738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give it to stumble upon for leading me to websites that have things like this.  I don't know where to get these, but I want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-9160968151804290743?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/9160968151804290743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=9160968151804290743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/9160968151804290743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/9160968151804290743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-this.html' title='I Want This'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/Rz0dgy7PKKI/AAAAAAAAACA/Oc-6mxJ0RUM/s72-c/cave1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-3670434824124885262</id><published>2007-11-07T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:11:19.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill and Hillary Clinton HAWT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/RzKZyKy2qlI/AAAAAAAAABw/lzLAP3nQYRY/s1600-h/pic_11899536128001.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/RzKZyKy2qlI/AAAAAAAAABw/lzLAP3nQYRY/s400/pic_11899536128001.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130332012698577490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The love children of George Lucas and John Lennon..  Oh yes, it could happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-3670434824124885262?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/3670434824124885262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=3670434824124885262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/3670434824124885262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/3670434824124885262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2007/11/bill-and-hillary-clinton-hawt.html' title='Bill and Hillary Clinton HAWT!'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MSj06wEHNSc/RzKZyKy2qlI/AAAAAAAAABw/lzLAP3nQYRY/s72-c/pic_11899536128001.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-1528282613485860818</id><published>2007-11-07T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:47:23.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite People</title><content type='html'>So this morning I did my daily workout and I saw the most bizarre thing that has ever been shown on cable television.  I was running(?) on the elliptical machine listening to the Vitamin String Quartet when I gazed at the TV for a moment and saw a show that escaped any sort of comprehension that I could muster.  It wasn't a pleasant experience for me because I had my i pod playing and there was that half-assed closed captioning that is always 20 seconds behind on the dialogue so I had no idea who was speaking and I honestly could not pull together some figment of a plot.  From my observations I can say that there were two separate groups of protagonists.  One, was a human who befriended a rather eccentric but dapper looking hybrid between Satan and Frankenstein.  The other group consists of these to scientists/archaeologists and a slutty version of princess Zelda.  The scientists are reading some type of old tome full of made up words that they are trying to discifer.  The princess is then taken hostage by demonic disciples where she will most certainly be violated many times over.  Meanwhile, the guy with his Satanstein buddy end up in a village full of people that look like Satanstein but are kind like an ogre mixed with a viking, a Vogreking.  I looked down because I was no longer enthralled by this madness and lost myself once again in the music playing in my headphones.  Ten minutes pass and the guy is still in the village with the Vogrekings, but he's adorned with kingly garments and wields a massive battle ax.  He's also standing over a peasant girl and the crowd is urging him to execute her.  He decides not to kill her and frees her.  After a badly choreographed fight I lost all hope in American television and returned to my run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on I shall move to the main topic of my blog entry.  I love but absolutely hate Chatty-Kathys.  I hate them because they annoy me to no end, especially when it's 7 A.M. and I'm trying to enjoy a delicious breakfast.  This hate is canceled out because there is something ultimately intriguing about encountering the species Chatius Kathysis.  If you can get past the initial annoyance of these people, you'll find an interactive journey into the mind of someone you don't even know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain this further, at first I was annoyed because this girl kept on singing the "Saved by the Bell" theme horribly and incessantly.  I was about ready to move to the other room but then I noticed she had a companion with her.  They were sitting at about 7 o'clock to my position and they sparked up the conversation about being SPED majors.  This brought me to remember my days of working with challenged kids at a public school when I was a senior in high school.  They also began talking about love issues and I didn't care for it much because it was pretty stupid from the onset, until a statement made me really think.  Here's how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: so how are things with that guy you like&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Oh things are ok, but I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: Why what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Well he just broke up with his girl friend and he told me that he wants to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;Girl1: Yeah that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Girl2: Yeah, boys are so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me to think, are we really complicated? And also, when the hell do we make the transition from being boys to being guys to being men?  Is it an age requirement or is it the fact that people are still acting like they are in junior high when it comes to love issues.  Also, should we really be factoring in things like love at this point in our lives?  Sure, John Mayer talks about love and such, but you know that guy goes through girls like skittles, that's why people become musicians.  Let me break this down further.  Guys are not complicated, they desire to procreate, eat, sleep and watch UFC/Discovery Channel.  However, due to the fact that guys are being raised by women has messed with our DNA, making us seem complicated.  I'd like to get into that, but really, you just need to watch Fight Club to get the point of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now see my point to why I love and hate Chatty-Kathys because while they are annoying at first, their projected voice and inane topics tend to send me into an internal conversation where I'm involved but not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-1528282613485860818?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/1528282613485860818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=1528282613485860818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/1528282613485860818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/1528282613485860818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-people.html' title='My Favorite People'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2049862686734938325.post-4196654792136531572</id><published>2007-11-06T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:02:46.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if it doesn't snow?</title><content type='html'>It's almost dawning on November 7, 2007 and something spectacular is happening.  You might be wondering to yourself, what on earth could you be talking about?  Should I keep this secret shrouded in mystery to keep you in suspense?  I can surmise that the anticipation of this revelation is keeping you in a heightened state of alertness as if the national terror threat is on the verge of going red.  Really, all I have to say is that it's November 6th and it's not snowing and I'm the happiest boy East of the Missouri River, West of the Mississippi, South of Canada and just a bit North of Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day ago, I was talking with some friends about how much I enjoy the fact that we haven't seen snow yet this fall.  On a normal year, we can expect to see blizzards around October, but this year is a little less than normal.  We then got on to the topic of how much global warming rules right now.  Honestly, those activists on the west coast with their nice weather can shove it, really.  I'm loving the fact that it's been 50 degrees in October/November.  It beats the hell out of 30.  This also means that the earth is going to explode, but after careful consideration and evaluation of the situation, I've come to the decision that it doesn't really matter at all.  If the earth is going to explode/disintegrate/flood/end in nuclear effin warfare, in all likelihood, I'm going to be long gone by then.  You would probably shoot the whole, what about your kids and grand kids bit at me, but really, we'll be living on mars by the time they have to really worry about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something with your life, wake up every morning at 5:30.  I have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2049862686734938325-4196654792136531572?l=somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/feeds/4196654792136531572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2049862686734938325&amp;postID=4196654792136531572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/4196654792136531572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2049862686734938325/posts/default/4196654792136531572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somewhatlegendary.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-what-if-it-doesnt-snow.html' title='So what if it doesn&apos;t snow?'/><author><name>Somewhat_Legendary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05034321208416123667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
