<?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-540160556790400342</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:54:16.177-04:00</updated><category term='getting lost'/><category term='Fetcon'/><category term='Florida Pagan Gathering'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Spee-D-Foods Saga'/><category term='Ybor City'/><category term='movies'/><category term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category term='family'/><category term='WARP'/><category term='nickname'/><category term='joke'/><category term='single'/><category term='paganism'/><category term='Eric Stories'/><category term='Communication'/><category term='FPG'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Beltaine'/><category term='50 worst songs'/><category term='faeries'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Spence's Random Thoughts 2009 W.A.R.P. Blogging Champion</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is just a collection of my random thoughts, stories from my past, and stories of fantasy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2716908845610986232</id><published>2010-06-03T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:54:47.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A McDonald's Ad and the comments it got</title><content type='html'>It all started as I was looking around on the web and went to the Yahoo main page. On the Yahoo main page was a news story about some French McDonald's ad that had just gone viral. So since, like most of America, I've worked at McDonald's and have eaten there a few times I decided to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the ad shows a young boy sitting in the booth waiting for his dad to get back and looking at his class picture. He then get a phone call and tells the person on the other line that  he misses them and he is looking at their class picture and he loves them and whatnot and as his dad gets back to the table he hangs up the phone. His dad goes on and talks about how in his school days he was quite the ladies man and goes on to say that it's too bad everyone in his son's class is a boy cause he'd make quite the ladies man himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression of the video was that was a cool ad although it sorta sucks that he had to hide it from his dad but oh well. Well after that I started to read the comments section to see what other people thought, and boy did it piss me off. It seemed like every other post people were bashing and the saddest part is those comments were all getting positive reviews while many of the pro-homosexual comment had very negative reviews some were even in the hundreds negative like -127 or -135. This makes me sick!! Why is it that in the year 2010 we still have people that are so immature and ignorant that they can't except homosexuality? We have plenty of homosexual celebrities that people seem to be ok with, like Neil Patrick Harris, Ellen, and Jane Lynche, heck there is even a homosexual character on one of my favorite shows, Glee, but have a McDonald's ad with a homosexual teen in it and you've got people threatening to boy cot McDonald's and saying that "they will all go to hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to another subject, and that is religion. So many of the comments were from the worst kind of person I've seen, Bible Thumpers. Now don't get me wrong I know some people that follow Catholicism are ok and are not like those idiots, but it really makes me glad I'm pagan. We generally don't care what people do or who they do for that matter. In fact one of the most central things they try to drill in your head is a derivative of one of the basic laws of paganism, granted depending on your path the wording is different but the meaning is the same, and that is "The Golden Rule" (Do unto others as you would have them do unto you). One popular way of saying it is "An it harm none, do as ye will!" another way of saying it is "Do as thy wilt as to the upholds of the law (or something like that the only people I could think of that would know it by heart didn't respond to me. I mean come on who is sleeping at 12:30 AM lol) anyway you say it the meaning is the same As long as you don't hurt anyone then do what you want. This means that many of us accept people no matter what even if you claim to be an alien from another planet, granted we may think you are a little out there but as long as you aren't hurting anyone then more power to ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing let me just say this while I'm not homosexual I don't care one way or another if you are just as long as you are happy with whomever your partner is then I'm fine with it. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; should judge &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;. I know that many of us are guilty of judging people but how do you know if that "scuzzy person" or "that dude that says he is actually from the planet Qwerty" or the "gay guy that looks like a hippie" isn't a nice person if you don't stop judging people. Who knows maybe just maybe they could turn out to be your good friend Kathy or Brent or Kyle and not something bad but if you judged them and avoided them based on your judgments then you'd never know. So I guess the best way to some it up would be to quote a movie quote that thanks to a friend I remembered again, and that quote comes from the  1989 movie "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" the quote is simply this "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be Excellent to Each Other&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2716908845610986232?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/93724/gay-friendly-mcdonalds-ad-goes-viral' title='A McDonald&apos;s Ad and the comments it got'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2716908845610986232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/mcdonalds-ad-and-comments-it-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2716908845610986232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2716908845610986232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/mcdonalds-ad-and-comments-it-got.html' title='A McDonald&apos;s Ad and the comments it got'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2811751091813397887</id><published>2009-08-20T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:26:06.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fetcon'/><title type='text'>My Hectic &amp; Wonderful Week Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well this past week was one hell of a crazy one for me. It all started last Wednesday when I got up early to take my grandma to the airport then after that I promised my sister I'd help her move the last of her stuff from where she was staying back to my mom's house, however leaving the airport instead of going on 275 North I went 275 South and I ended up getting very lost luckily I was able to get directions from a cute girl at a 7-11 that was able to get me to 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I finally made it to my mom's house and after packing up some more stuff I waited around for Marisa to get off work. Once she got home I followed her to the house she was staying at, we grabbed her stuff and I dropped it off and left because I had to run home and unpack my car before heading back out to find the house where my friends wanted me to meet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got in the car after getting the directions to the house and ended up driving right past the street I had to turn down and going all the way to Tampa when the street I needed was in Dunedin. By the Way if anyone from there happens to read this that has any kind of power you need to first of all change the color of your street signs (like to oh I don't know green like the rest instead of brown or black) and second of all if a street is a major street (like say one that has a Minor League Stadium on it) make it more NOTICEABLE. Well I eventually made it and loaded up the truck with all of the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I woke up early and met my friend the Blue Knight at his house we ate some breakfast and we went down to downtown Tampa. Unfortunately we didn't get proper directions and we ended up driving around downtown Tampa for about 2 or 3 hours trying to find the Hyatt. It was so bad that we ended up having the same conversation, "What would you do with $213 Million if you won Powerball?",three times. After stopping at a gas station for directions the second time, since the first one had no clue and had an out of date phone book, we finally made it there and proceeded to set up the dungeon for the Fetish Convention. One of the coolest things about this day was I had a random cute girl complement me on my Wolverine shirt that is kinda ragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the day was pretty uneventful I basically just unpacked everything, but that night after eating an excellent steak diner made by the Blue Knight we went to our friend Rook's house, where my oldest younger sister Dustie is staying and played an excellent game of Call of Cthulu where our characters who had just gone through a bunch of shit got thrown together with a shrink who kept telling us the stuff we were talking about were impossible and we were crazy. It was fun and the guy playing the character seems pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go into full detail about Saturday and Sunday which were the days I attended the convention in my next blog but right now I'm kinda tired and still recuperating from the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2811751091813397887?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2811751091813397887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hectic-wonderful-week-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2811751091813397887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2811751091813397887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-hectic-wonderful-week-part-1.html' title='My Hectic &amp; Wonderful Week Part 1'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-9197130873939164940</id><published>2009-08-03T00:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:56:05.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Life &amp; How Easily It Can Change</title><content type='html'>You know 4 months ago if you would have told me that I'd be living at my grandma's, my younger sister would be living in Brooksville with my friend, and my youngest sister would be living with her friends parents all leaving my mom to bust her ass to the point of exhaustion and pain just trying to take care of the house and three dogs, I would have called you crazy. However that's exactly what happened all because of my asshole of a stepfather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister Dustie was supposed to be living here at my Grandma's house but after she met my friend Rook at FPG she moved out of my Grandma's and into his place with him, so she wasn't officially a part of the situation at my mom's house, but my other sister and myself were. For me it started about early June when my stepfather started getting on my case about not having a job, something he promised he would not do as one of his conditions for moving back in. He was getting quite aggressive about it and we went to words many times. Then one day while I'm not at home he goes into my bedroom and takes my ritual robe, because he didn't want it in his house. You see as many of you reading this know I'm pagan and he's supposed to be a Christian, however he is a very close minded individual and very un-Christian like but I won't get into that, and so he told my sister Marisa who was there at the time that he was going to throw it away and burn it. This ritual robe is more to me than just something that was bought at the store, you see when my sister Dustie was living in South Korea for a year she pick out the material for the robe and  had it shipped to my good friend Gina's house. Gina then put her heart into making the robe for me from that material so that I could have it for Yule. Thankfully my mom prevented him from doing it but that point was that he had invaded my privacy which to me is a huge deal-breaker. That is one of the lowest things a person can do. a person's room is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; room not anyone else's and unless they have permission they should not go into another person's bedroom. If he freaked out about a robe that was hanging on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; of my bedroom door, which meant he had to walk in the room close the door and turn around, then I'd hate to see what he would have done to my alter if I had set one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow after that I went straight to my grandma's house and have been living here ever since. My sister Marisa moved out a few weeks later because she was tired of my stepfather's, her own father's, bullship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For a while I was on the fence about weather I should go back there but only for 2 reasons my mom and my dog. I knew that my poor mother would be stuck doing all the house work wearing her self out, to the point where now she has to go see her cardiologist, with no help what so ever from my stepfather or my stepsister. This upsets me even more, I went over to visit my mom last week and she looked like hell because she had been cooking spaghetti, doing laundry (my stepfather's first before hers even though she had no uniforms to wear to work that night), cleaning out the fridge, and taking care of the dogs who are supposed to be potty trained but even my dog has been bad to the point where they want to get rid of him. He is a great dog and very lovable, but apparently without me there he is getting no attention even when he needs to go outside. Meanwhile while all of this is going on my stepsister is just lounging around in her bedroom. Just seeing my mom get disrespected like that is unbearable the worst of it is if the stuff isn't done before he gets home he starts yelling at my mom, yet he doesn't force his daughter to be more of a help other than once in a while emptying the dishwasher. However when I was there we didn't have that problem I would always help my mom out with everything and would try to keep the house clean and tidy it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However living at my grandma's house is much better for me anyhow. One reason is that the energy at my mom's house is so negative it's frightening, whereas the energy here at my grandma's house is quite the opposite, I can tell my grandma enjoys me being here. The only times it gets bad is when she starts thinking of my grandfather she understandably gets very sad almost to the point of tears, however with me being an empath I feel the sadness and have to choke back tears of my own. Another reason is since staying here I've been eating healthier and less often which means I think I may have lost some weight. The final reason, not including the given fact that I enjoy spending time with my grandma, is the fact that I'm much more closer to all my friends, any events the may go on, and even my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll close my not so little rant with this cherish everything in your life because you never know if and when it's going to get flipped upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh crap now I have the theme song for Fresh Prince of Bel air stuck in my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my stepfather has made my choice for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-9197130873939164940?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9197130873939164940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-how-easily-it-can-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/9197130873939164940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/9197130873939164940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-how-easily-it-can-change.html' title='Life &amp; How Easily It Can Change'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2110982017065110791</id><published>2009-06-28T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:14:54.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Ok Now I know he died a few days ago but after seeing all the comments online I figured I'd put in my two cents. Now this may upset many people but I'm sick and tired of hearing about him. Yes he was a great artist and will be missed but come one people give it a rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that really gets me is the fact that everywhere I look for every one person that talks about how sorry they are to see him go there is two people talking about him being a pedophile. Now this may upset certain people but according to the courts and the law he is not. Now I don't feel this way for all people that have been accused of this but the fact of the matter is he was a celebrity and in this crazy mess up world of ours people will say or do anything to bring down a celebrity. He has been a celebrity since he was 8 years old. How would you feel if you were forced to grow up too fast at a young age. Yes he was eccentric and had many kids over at his mansion and at Neverland but he just felt that he identified with the little kids. Think about it who did he idolize? Peter Pan, for crying out loud, the boy who refused to grow up.  In fact there is a psychological disorder that he might have had called Peter Pan syndrome. So in other words in his mind he was still a little kid and when you were a little kid did you sleep in the same bed as other little kids? When you did did you think of doing anything sexual with them? I doubt it. So in my opinion as well as what the law says he was not a pedophile so give the guy a break and drop it. Some of the other negative comments I've heard are&lt;br /&gt;that he was turning himself into a white woman. Well I'm sorry but he had a skin disease called vitiligo that causes the loss of skin pigment. Now I have nothing to say about his plastic surgery, but the moral of it is this, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE MAN IS DEAD! WHY MUST YOU SPEAK ILL OF THE DEAD? &lt;/span&gt; Not to mention the fact that he himself was a father. So before you open you mouth think about the fact that you are badmouthing the dead brother, son, and father of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instead choose to remember him for the fact that he was one hell of an entertainer and the muses and Apollo must have been by his side through out his career cause WOW could he sing. He his such a pop icon that many people were influenced by him. Hell he was named the King of Pop because of his great talent. Who can forget Thriller with the Vincent Price narration and laugh. Hell how many times have you tried to do the moonwalk? Although I must say my favorites were Billy Jean and a lot of his 90's stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess all in all what I am trying to say is may he Rest In Peace and may all of this media coverage and all this fanfare about his death go away. Although I do want to see one thing and that is an all star tribute to him celebrating him, his music and his charity work. With his family right up front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2110982017065110791?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2110982017065110791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2110982017065110791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2110982017065110791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5432587686678780793</id><published>2009-06-19T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:19:26.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Movie Remakes and a Thank You</title><content type='html'>Well I was having a conversation earlier about movie remakes so I figured I would list a few of my favorites along with the originals. Some of these I had no idea were remakes until I looked them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is “13 going on 30” with Jennifer Garner which is a remake of a movie called 14 going on 30. This movie was pretty good I especially loved the music including the Thriller dance. Her attitude in the movie is so funny. This is one of those that I had no idea it was a remake although I don’t know if you can count the original or not since the plots are different and the first one a made for TV movie and not released in theaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape Fear was another good one that I saw once again I never saw the original one but the version I saw with Robert DeNiro was good. DeNiro is a very good actor. He has played so many good roles and usually plays such a macho guy; however his role in Stardust was great however seeing him dress up as a woman in scenes was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was another good movie. Some people may not like this version however from what I am told its closer to the book than original was. Personally I liked both versions of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes Cruel Intentions another great one. Who can forget the great kissing scene between Sarah Michele Gellar and Selma Blair? I know I can’t. Plus Sarah was kinda slutty in this movie although the whole incest thing wasn’t so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie “Four Brothers” was a really good movie with one of my favorite actors Mark Walberg. Well apparently this was kind of a remake of a John Wayne movie called “The Sons of Katie Elder”.  Four Brothers was really good and dealt with four adopted trying to avenge the death of the woman that raised them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the remake of Friday the 13th and I loved it. I can’t wait for the sequel to come out, they did an awesome job with it and the best part was Jason didn’t get hockey mask until halfway through the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not all remakes are good though take Godzilla for example the originals were cheesy but good. However this remake was just awful. I mean come on a radiated lizard egg? Oh and who can forget the lone Japanese guy who can only say Gojira. This was so crappy it was actualy nominated for the Golden Raspberry award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone in 60 seconds was a remake that I had no idea was a remake. From what I’ve read the plots of the two movies are similar. Plus this movie had Nick Cage and Angelina Jolie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I talk about movie remakes and not talk about Halloween. Rob Zombie did such an excellent job remaking this movie. Hell they even begged him to do sequel which comes out on August, 28. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since the WARP contest is now over I want to say I enjoyed reading everyone’s blogs and those of you that read mine thank you very much and I will continue to post here and there and will continue to post my Return of the Dragon Gods story every week. I still have a few more stories from my times hanging out with Eric including a video we made of basically me making a fool of myself. Well we’ll see when I blog next but I am defiantly going to take a break. So for now thank you every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5432587686678780793?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5432587686678780793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-remakes-and-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5432587686678780793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5432587686678780793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/movie-remakes-and-thank-you.html' title='Movie Remakes and a Thank You'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-642051013842830686</id><published>2009-06-19T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:40:51.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>WARP</title><content type='html'>Well since I have now won the WARP competition I don't have to worry to much about hurrying to blog and word count. I will just post a blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-642051013842830686?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/642051013842830686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/warp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/642051013842830686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/642051013842830686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/warp.html' title='WARP'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2861535503132787071</id><published>2009-06-18T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:18:21.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>A Needed Vent</title><content type='html'>Ok this is pretty much going to be a huge vent about I guess my home life so bare with me. Oh and if you look forward to my “Random Bachelor Card of the Day” segment then I’m sorry to say but since I don’t have my deck with me I won’t be doing it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well for those of you who don’t know my relationship with my step father is strained at best. This is mainly due to many things he has done in his past, and his extremely bad temper. Oh and by the way if it means anything to anyone he is a Pisces. Well lately he has been getting on my case about finding a job. It has been two years since I had a job, and has even gone so far as threatening to put my little step sister into my bedroom and putting me into her bedroom if I don’t have one by the end of July, because he has been using her money that she gets from the wrongful death lawsuit of her mother to pay some bills. So what do I do with my time well I study and do homework for college. Don’t get me wrong it’s not that I don’t want to get a job, cause I do, but I don’t like being backed into a corner. Not to mention the fact that it’s not that easy to get one now a days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today he did something that upset me so much that I’m afraid of what I may say or do to him when I see him, he went into my bedroom and took my cloak. This cloak has a lot of sentimental meaning to me because my sister sent the material for it to my good friend from South Korea, and then that friend actually spend time making it and putting it together. So it was not just a cloak you would go to the store and buy, and he took it and told my sister that he burned and threw it away because I’m a pagan. Thankfully he did not burn it and my mom made him return it, but he says that I have to keep it in my car because he does not want it in the house. So basically it’s getting to the point where the energy in my house is very negative, and I feel uncomfortable even being in my own house even when he is not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking a little about it now my sister decided to have added to our recent ritual that my mom see my stepfather for who he really was,  and for her to come to the conclusion that he needs to go. Well I think it just goes along the lines of be careful what you ask for because you just may get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;479 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2861535503132787071?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2861535503132787071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/needed-vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2861535503132787071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2861535503132787071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/needed-vent.html' title='A Needed Vent'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1400518078279058818</id><published>2009-06-17T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:32:11.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>Well today I was trying to figure out something to blog about then I remembered something I’ve been putting off, pet peeves. This kinda resurfaced last night at Java and Jam or rather after Java and Jam while some of us were standing around talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so after Java and Jam last night a small group of us were standing around talking and without asking if it would bother anyone lit up a cigar. Personally I don’t mind smoke from cigarettes or some other types of things that get smoked, but cigar smoke is quite a bit strong. Now proper manners would normally dictate that you ask people if it would bother them before lighting it up, and if they say it will then either don’t light it up or simply go around the corner or something to light it up. I mean come on, most people that smoke cigarettes ask if it will bother other people, so why is it that people who smoke cigars can’t do the same, especially when you have a group of people that are coughing and choking behind you. It is just common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pet peeve of mine that I seem to come across a lot at home is when I go to use the restroom and the person who used it before me left an empty roll of toilet paper on the roller. This kind of goes hand in hand with another one of my peeves the last person who put the fresh roll of paper on the roller did not replenish the stock under the sink. Ok how can you know there is no more paper left and just leave it for the next person? It makes me wonder how they would feel if it happened to them. It is just one of those things that really upsets me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other pet peeves is when someone drinks a glass of milk or juice or something similar and only leaves practically a sip in the jug. How can you leave just a sip in the jug? If there’s that much left after pouring your glass then just finish it off. How hard is it to take a sip or two from your glass and just pour the rest in your glass from the jug? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that gets me is when you have people that make plans for you and then complain when you don’t get there when they said. I’m sorry but I’m thirty years old I can make my own plans. Just because you want to meet someone at a certain time doesn’t mean that I can get there at that time. The only thing this does is make me rush to get there at the time that you said I’d be at a certain place without asking me if that time was good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Stand on a stage or the bar and dance Coyote Ugly style, or entice a group of girls to do so. (Ask management first; you’ll probably get tossed out if you don’t)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a special rule to add to this one. You cannot do this card while at Coyote Ugly because that would be cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;543 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1400518078279058818?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1400518078279058818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/pet-peeves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1400518078279058818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1400518078279058818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7519678917571955884</id><published>2009-06-16T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:02:48.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Return of the Dragon Gods Part 7</title><content type='html'>Ok well I know the other day I started a Dragon God story dealing with one of Zanroar’s generals Lord Shieldheart, but I didn’t realize when I started it that I’d have to make it a two parter however considering how important his childhood was in explaining his motivations I had to write it. So here is the second part of his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems that my doppelganger should be arriving right on schedule with the Rod of Falzure. Shieldheart, I will need your castle to serve as a meeting point for my minion to give me the rod.” Zanroar said. “Most certainly my master, I shall join you shortly. I have some business to take care of.” Lord Shieldheart said. “Very well, but bring some subjects back to test the Rod of Falzure.” Zanroar ordered as leaving. Lord Shieldheart gave an evil smile, “Oh I have just the subjects to bring.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The busy mountain city of Stormforge was thriving with people. Being the only city on the path in the mountains separating one part of Pandryl from the rest, it was full of activity. Screams started coming from the north followed by half dragon soldiers, being lead by Lord Shieldheart. When Shieldheart got to the center of the city he demanded to see the royal family.  Hours later King Jamkool arrived in the city’s center. “Who are you and what business do you have bringing these freaks of nature into my city?” King Jamkool demanded. Shieldheart chuckled, “I am Lord Shieldheart you may remember the name since you killed my father, and my grandfather had your son killed and a curse put on your wife to never bear another son. I’m here to take back my Mithral mines, and rid Pandryl of you and your family for good.” King Jamkool rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah I remember the name. Your father’s death pleased Erythnul well. Now you better leave before I crush you like a cookie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then an explosion is heard in the south and a piece of metal punches through the top of the mountain landing in front of Shieldheart. He looks down and immediately knows it’s a piece of the rod of wonder. Then there is a flash of light and the ground changes from hard rock to mud. A portal opens up to Lord Shieldheart dungeon, and expands to engulf everyone in the city.  Before it closes he sends some of his soldiers to find the other princess. The portal closes and standing in the dungeon are even more soldiers waiting to put the Dwarven city in the cells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his army puts the prisoners away Shieldheart goes to his throne room to meet up with Zanroar. When he arrives he informs Zanroar of the explosion and gives him the piece that landed. Zanroar thanks him and tells Shieldheart that for his loyalty he will be the first to receive the mark of a general of Zanroar, draconic grafts. With that Shieldheart is taken to the infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;502 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7519678917571955884?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7519678917571955884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-dragon-gods-part-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7519678917571955884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7519678917571955884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-dragon-gods-part-7.html' title='Return of the Dragon Gods Part 7'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2484676124550751034</id><published>2009-06-15T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:25:07.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>My Official Midsummers Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok now that I’m more awake than I was yesterday I can talk more about how great Midsummers was. I was extremely happy with how the community came together to help us out. Many people doubted that we would be able to pull it off but not only did we pull it off but we pulled off our first festival and it was a complete success. Since we are a public organization I don’t feel that I’m not supposed to say what I’m about to say, however I will keep it general for now and once the monthly treasury report comes out.  From what many people have said when most groups put on their first festival they come out of it in the hole with a negative amount of money, so if a group comes out of doing a festival even then they did pretty good, but we came out of the festival with a positive amount which I guess would defiantly equal a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so many great people there including those that put on the very powerful main ritual. I realize now that Apollo was trying to warn me that the energy in the circle would not agree with me, since right before I saw not one but two hawks, the messenger of Apollo, circling overhead. We were in the middle of doing an amazing grounding when I happened to open my eyes and look up to see two beautiful hawks flying around in a dazzling circle above. I grew a little concerned but, being the newbie I am, I ignored the sign and closed my eyes when I reopened them moments later and there was no sign what so ever of the hawks. Well I went into the circle and after a while I was bombarded with so much energy that I could not handle it. Then again considering it was held at noon, when the sun is most prominent, and it was a ritual that placed an emphasis on the male aspect. I do wish that I could have stayed however I just felt so overwhelmed and confused with why I was reacting the way I was, thankfully my good friend Brian was there to walk with me. This just proves to me that the ritual was very good and powerful and the coven that put it on is very good, granted it wasn’t my cup of tea but I know of others who it did interest and that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two concerts by two enthusiastic headliners. I did not get to see Elaine Silver because I was working on cleaning the dishes from dinner and working on my blog; however I did catch the tail end of Hecate’s Wheel and was amazed. It was quite a funny picture if anyone was watching me; as I approached the Longhouse pavilion while they were performing and just stopped and scratched my head. “Are they playing what I think they are playing”, was what went through my head. As I listened more they were playing one of my favorite Pink Floyd songs, “Comfortably Numb”. I quickly found a seat and enjoyed the rest of the concert. Later on after the concert the drummer felt so comfortable that she could leave her kids in the hands of one of our great Ashes representatives and was able to go dance around the fire circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all Midsummers 2009 was a huge success and to all of you that made it I’m honored to have shared the experience with you, to those of you that could not make it I hope to see you all at Yule 2009 in six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 st Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Find an empty table and drink the remaining sips in the deserted bottles and cups.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was a pretty disgusting one considering what some people do with their discarded drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 nd Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Ask a gal to layer some lipstick on you, pucker up, and smooch a guy’s bald spot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you plan on doing this one I would recommend you bringing your own bald guy cause that could get pretty awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;701 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2484676124550751034?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2484676124550751034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-official-midsummers-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2484676124550751034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2484676124550751034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-official-midsummers-blog.html' title='My Official Midsummers Blog'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1780347617798113138</id><published>2009-06-14T21:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:16:47.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Midsummers, WoW, and other randomness</title><content type='html'>Well Midsummer 2009 is now officially over and boy was it fun. Just like at FPG Beltaine I felt I became closer to a few people. We had some wonderful carnival games including a bean bag toss, a football throw, bowling, a dart game, a ring toss, and many others. We had an EXCELENT coffee shop that would honestly put the coffee shop at FPG to shame, which is great considering FPG is considered by many as the measuring stick for festivals. Speaking of which Thor and Mystral, who have had a big hand in helping FPG grow, were a huge help to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d have to say that one of the measuring sticks of how much fun this festival was is the fact that the Hobbit, my friend and now former competitor, was having so much fun yesterday that she decided to not blog and forfeit the competition. That in itself is a huge measure of how good and fun this festival was considering how much she was in to the completion. So yes that is right the 2009 WARP Competition is now down to 2 people, myself and BiaAlethia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still exhausted after the long weekend. I learned many things I need to remember to do next time including drinking more water, wearing sunscreen, and putting on bug spray. Ok wow only 225 words and I’m so tired I’m having a hard time coming up with things to say so I’m just going to do my random Internet search and see what I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was an interesting random search, I came up with games and the first thing that comes to mind on that subject is World of Warcraft. This game as many people can attest to is extremely addictive. I currently have three different characters that I cycle through on two different servers. I have a human warlock on one server that I use quite often and on the other server I use I have a blood-elf thief and a Draenei warrior.  I have to admit that I do love playing this game and just wish I had more time to play it, however between school work, working on the Phoenix Projects website, and blogging I find it hard to find the time to play it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the website now the Midsummers is over its going to go through some major changes. The main theme will be advertising our Yule festival coming up in December, yes I know that is 6 months away but the sooner we advertise it the more it develops in people’s minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that put me at 436 words so that’s great. Usually I would put my random Bachelor Dare Card here but I’m too tired to grab one so tomorrow I’ll just do two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;471 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1780347617798113138?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1780347617798113138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/midsummers-wow-and-other-randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1780347617798113138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1780347617798113138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/midsummers-wow-and-other-randomness.html' title='Midsummers, WoW, and other randomness'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-433462196715125579</id><published>2009-06-13T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:50:10.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Stories'/><title type='text'>My American Pie Moment or the Time I Met a Girl Wearing Only Boxers</title><content type='html'>Well now that I have gotten the worst 50 songs ever list done, and I have posted my “Return of the Dragon Gods” story for the week (which will end up being a two parter). I will tell you another story of some of the great times I have had with my best friend Eric. This story, surprisingly, has nothing to do with the great times I have had being a roadie for his band One Breath; which surprisingly might be getting back together for a reunion with some new song as well. No this story deals with one of the many times I went to visit him when he would work out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him up one weekend and asked if he was too busy that weekend  to hang out, since at the time we were living about 50 miles from each other him in Youngstown and me in Stow. Well he said that he had to work in just outside of Pittsburgh (about 20 miles or so east), but he could give me some gas money if I wanted to come out so I said sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I drove out there and when I finally got to his motel the he was staying at I found out that our other friend Brandon was staying there as well. So the three of us piled into Eric’s Geo Metro and went out, we went to Denny’s and ate some dinner. Brandon flirted a little with the waitress. Then we rode around a little bit and went back to the motel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of shooting the breeze I decided it was time for me to make the long trip home, so I asked for the gas money they said they’d give me. Well they told me sure we’ll give ten bucks, but you have to work for it. They told me I have to dance for them “American Pie” style. They told me that it would help me boost my confidence with the ladies. Well knowing Eric and how his mind works I said sure I’ll do it, beside I needed the gas money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the grabbed the clock radio and proceeded to try to find a good song on the radio. Once they told me to start I danced around a little with a chair and then I took off my shirt and twirled it around a little bit to be funny and threw it to the side. They told me they wanted more so I took off my shoes and tossed them aside along with my socks. Well they still weren’t satisfied so I took off my shorts and threw them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next thing you know Brandon grabs my clothes and runs out of the room, leaving me to chase him wearing nothing but my boxers in about early March.  I chased him down the hallway and down the stairs and he continued to run into the parking lot and across the parking lot and hung them off of a truck. I got about two steps towards the door towards and froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the curb was a beautiful girl wondering what was going on. Well after about a minute and Eric encouraging me to go on I went out there and grabbed my clothes put them back on and then explained to the girl what had happened. She laughed and we just kept on talking for a few minutes until she went back to her room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after my friends joked with me a little bit about not trying to get invited to follow her back into her room they gave me my $10 and I left. So that is the story of how I met a girl wearing only my boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Return from the bathroom with your fly down or with toilet paper stuck to your shoe. Buy a drink for the first sweetie who points it out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be a fun one to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;671 Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is the latest I’ve posted but I have overcome the challenge of posting while at Midsummers. I can’t wait to post about Midsummers and all the chaos that will happen tonight.&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-433462196715125579?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/433462196715125579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-american-pie-moment-or-time-i-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/433462196715125579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/433462196715125579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-american-pie-moment-or-time-i-met.html' title='My American Pie Moment or the Time I Met a Girl Wearing Only Boxers'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-4856984075132664011</id><published>2009-06-12T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:17:42.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Return of the Dragon Gods Part 6</title><content type='html'>Well here it is my weekly chapter of my “Return of the Dragon Gods” story. Well last week I told the story of the bumbling thief that stole the rod of wonder from Lady Moonshadow’s vault, and then proceeded to try to use it resulting in him becoming a pile of ashes.  So this week I will tell the story of Lord Shieldheart. However to tell his story I must go back many years to when he was barely an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Howard Shieldheart was a proud man who was eager for his son Richard to take his throne and lead the battle into the impending war with the dwarves of Stormforge. The day of the royal coronation Richard he had gone missing. The only thing left in his bedchambers was a note explaining that he was taken by the king of the dwarves King Jamkool. Furious that the dwarves and taken his son who had just given him his first grandchild he stormed the Dwarven kingdom and kidnapped the King of the dwarves only son, Nanar. Howard made the demand that his son Richard be returned to him at once. King Jamkool, who was a little mentally unstable made the promise to give him Richard in exchange for not only Nanar, but control of the Mithral mines as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days Howard agreed on the conditions providing that Richard be returned first then Nanar would be safely returned, however the dwarves counter offered with the papers to the mines being delivered, then Richard would be returned. Howard agreed to the terms. Days later dwarves were spotted delivering a box to the gates of The Shieldheart castle. Richard quickly ran to the gate to open the box hoping against hope that his son was somehow in it. Richard opened the box and it was filled with the body of Richard slaughtered. Attached to the box was a note reading “We said we would return Richard to you. We didn’t say anything about him being alive when we did. However fear not he was slaughtered for a good cause, he was a sacrifice to the great Erythnul.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infuriated that the Dwarven king had broken his vow he decided that he didn’t have to honor his end. Howard ordered his faithful servant to take the infant prince into the woods and kill him. The servant took him into the forest but didn’t have the heart to kill an infant. So he took him deep into the forest and left the infant there to let fate do whatever it wished to the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later a hunter found the baby and brought it in to the local orphanage to be raised there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;451 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-4856984075132664011?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4856984075132664011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-dragon-gods-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/4856984075132664011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/4856984075132664011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-dragon-gods-part-6.html' title='Return of the Dragon Gods Part 6'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7863350674968140684</id><published>2009-06-11T01:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:43:17.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 worst songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Top 50 Worst? songs Part 6 (The final part)</title><content type='html'>Well here we go the final installment of the 50 Worst Songs. I’m sure most of you are happy about this but I enjoyed doing it, and may do something similar in the future. Well anyhow here is the top 5 so called worst songs of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5 on the list is a favorite of mine, Vanilla Ice’s “Ice Ice Baby”. Ok sure he stole his opening riff from Queen, but hell this song is so corny who can stop themselves from singing along to it. I know I can’t stop myself. How can you forget the great lyrics “If there was a problem? Yo I’ll solve it. Check out my hook while the DJ revolves it.” Although I’ve gotta say the metal version of this song is much better. Word to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For number 4 we go to another good song this one is from everyone’s favorite band to hate Limp Bizkit and their song is “Rollin’”. This song was great, it is catchy, has a great beat, and the video had Ben Stiller and Steven Dorf in it, and was probably the last video to feature the twin towers in it. The video was filmed at the World Trade Center and possibly some scenes inside of it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along here, the third worst song of all time according to Blender magazine is “Everybody Have Fun Tonight” by Wang Chung. Come on people this song is a classic how can anyone say it sucks? It’s yet another song that should not be on this list. Sure these guys were one hit wonders but heck their one hit is a good one. Who doesn’t want to have fun? Probably the guys that wrote this article in the first place that’s who. Judging from some of the songs they’ve picked these guys must a couple of boring stiffs who don’t know how to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second worst song ever is a song that for once I agree with one hundred percent for it being on this list, although it should have been number one. The song is “Achy Breaky Heart” by one of the most popular fathers out there right now Miley Cyrus’s dad Billy Ray. I must admit though I love the Weird Al parody version of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and drum roll please, the number one absolute worst song of all time according to Blender magazine is “We Built This City” sung by Starship. Seriously? This is the worst song ever? What the hell? This song is a classic it shouldn’t even be on this list let alone in the number one spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad this list is over because it gives me a headache just thinking of all the good songs that were on this list and knowing some of the songs that should have been on it. Oh well maybe my friends and I can come up with a better list, hell we could even make it into a drinking game. That could be fun I may have to get everyone to try it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Call an ex on your cell phone and tell her you want her back bad. After a few moments of saying how much you’ve missed her lovin’, stop and say, ‘Wait is this Candy? Ah crap I dialed the wrong number.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a funny one to see someone do. Granted I couldn’t do that one since I don’t have an ex, but still I think it’d be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;595 Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to see everyone out at Midsummers tomorrow. Now I just have to find a way to post my blogs this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7863350674968140684?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7863350674968140684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-6-final-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7863350674968140684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7863350674968140684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-6-final-part.html' title='Top 50 Worst? songs Part 6 (The final part)'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8609073140760212402</id><published>2009-06-10T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:10:26.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 worst songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Top 50 Worst? songs Part 5</title><content type='html'>Well like I said yesterday I plan on finishing up the so called 50 worst songs list. Since I’m down to the top ten I’ll just go straight through without skipping over songs, for today I’ll more than likely only go to number six and then tomorrow go for 5 through 1.  Anyhow without further ado let’s start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 10 is a pure classic by two legends Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder singing “Ebony and Ivory”. This is yet another song that should not be on this list. This song talks about racism and how it should stop. So what makes it a bad song? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 9 is “American Life” by Madonna. Well this is actually a song I agree with being on the list of 50 worst songs. Just listening to it is enough to make my ears hurt. This is not a normal Madonna song because most of her songs are actual good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8 is Eddie Murphy singing “Party All the Time” with Rick James. “Party All the Time” is a decent song so why would they put it on this list? I mean who hasn’t gone around singing this song? Is it just because Eddie is known as an actor and not a singer? I have always had fun listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next song on the list is “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by Bobby McFerrin. I can see some of these songs on this list where they talk about being happy to the point where it’s annoying, but this song just genuinely makes you happy. Maybe it’s just the Jamaican accent that makes you feel good I don’t know but it just feels good listening to this song. Then watching the video I can’t help but laugh at Robin Williams. That guy alone is enough to make you laugh. The song talks about not letting things in your life getting you down, and I think that everyone should do this. Yeah we have stuff going on in our lives that we wish were not weather it’s a jackass of a stepfather making threats against you or bills that are overdue just don’t let it get to you. It makes me wonder if these people are listening to the lyrics or the meanings behind the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s final song, number 6, is “The Heart of Rock and Roll” by Huey Lewis and the News. Come on how can you not like this song? Besides the fact that lyrics in the song are all true, so what if he’s just name dropping cities it’s still a good song to listen to. The rock genre is really starting to grow heck two of the top contestants on American Idol this year plus last year’s winner are all rockers. Hell one of those contestants were asked to go on tour with one of the greatest classic rock bands of all time, Queen. So yeah the heart of rock and roll is still beating and beating strong. This song does not belong on this list period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card: “Go up to a blond bomb and pretend she’s a porn star. Say, ‘Didn’t I see you in On Golden Blonde?’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that’s enough to get you slapped across the face. I’m not so sure I’d want to do this dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;553 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8609073140760212402?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8609073140760212402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8609073140760212402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8609073140760212402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-5.html' title='Top 50 Worst? songs Part 5'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1264440967402987497</id><published>2009-06-09T02:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:24:57.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 worst songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Top 50 Worst? songs Part 4</title><content type='html'>Well I figured I might as well get this list done and over with before Midsummers since I will have a hard enough time just trying to find a place where I can write and upload my blogs since we can’t put the competition on hold because most of the people left, myself included, will be extremely busy and will most likely have to leave the festival daily, or nightly, just to blog and miss out on all the fun. So I will not be able to check the list of songs while I’m there or listen to them as well. Anyhow I’ll get started with the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll start off with number 15 since the last one I did was 16. Number 15 is “I’ll Be There for You” by The Rembrandts. Wow here’s a band that went nowhere how bad do you have to be when your only hit song that you are remembered for is the theme song to a TV show? I can defiantly see why this song is on the list. I’m surprised that no one got tired of it sooner between overplay on the radio and most people hearing it every Thursday? night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 14 is Bette Midler singing “From a Distance”. Ok this song isn’t that bad, but it was overplayed. Although listening to it now it’s almost like she’s trying to sing a gospel song. I know it was another song for our troops but come on I swear she says “God is watching us” like 50 times. Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 12 defiantly a song that does NOT belong on this list, I mean come on who doesn’t like “Kokomo” by The Beach Boys. This song is such a good song and the video was great too, especially with most everyone’s favorite uncle (I liked uncle Joey better but then I grew up watching Dave on Out of Control)  playing the congas and Tom Cruise flipping liquor bottles like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 11 is “Invisible” by Clay Aiken. This song is a definite one to be on this list. If you sit and listen to the lyrics of it he kinda sounds like a stalker. The funny thing about him is the whole fact that for years he kept telling everyone that he was not gay even though he was big blip on everyone gaydar, but just this past year when it seems like everyone was starting to forget about him, he comes out of the closet. However I do like the reaction of everyone when he did, everyone pretty much said “Yeah what else is new?” So then he tries to dis Adam Lambert just to get people to say his name. What a looser it’s a good thing they picked Rueben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I’ll stop there and work on the top ten tomorrow and Thursday so that Friday I can bring you another Dragon Gods story and maybe I’ll come up with another Eric story for Saturday, but then again this is a random blog so who knows maybe I’ll go for something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Find a microphone (or use a beer bottle) and sing Beyoncé’s ‘Bootylicious’ to a group of pretty young thangs. Don’t forget to shake your moneymaker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a fun one to do and can pretty much guarantee some time with the women since you’ve already broken the barrier down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;574 Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a look at the list yourself just click on the title of this blog and it will take you to the website that I found these on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1264440967402987497?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blender.com/guide/66629/run-for-your-life-it146s-50-worst-songs-ever.html' title='Top 50 Worst? songs Part 4'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1264440967402987497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1264440967402987497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1264440967402987497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-4.html' title='Top 50 Worst? songs Part 4'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2411348677253730978</id><published>2009-06-08T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:48:23.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>My First Time and I Feel so Dirty for Doing It</title><content type='html'>I still can’t believe I did it. It was my first time ever doing it, but I hope I never do it again. I still feel kinda dirty doing it. I mean she just did not perform to my standards.  Whoa wait a minute here get your mind out of the gutter this is supposed to be family friendly here, I’m talking about not giving a waitress her tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for dinner I decided to go to Pizza Hut for dinner so I walk in and after waiting a minute or two my waitress gives me a menu, seats me, and walks away before I even sit down not even taking my drink order.  After a minute or two she finally comes back to find out what I want. So I order some cheese bread and a P’Zone then she asks me what I want to drink. Well she brings me my soda and I drink it until there’s no more and then proceeded to wait for about five minutes until she brought my cheese bread sticks before getting my refill. So I ate my sticks and drank my soda until it was half gone then she brought my P’Zone, and didn’t take my empty plates or ask me if I wanted a refill. So I ate my P’Zone and at this point babied my soda even though she was in the booth right next to me rolling silverware and chit chatting about how she wishes she wasn’t there and how the one waiter’s girlfriend just broke up with him. After a while she got up and started wiping tables, on the other side of the restaurant! Then when I was finished she came over to ask me if I wanted a refill despite earlier coming by and seeing a cup that was between half and three quarters empty and most of my food still untouched. The one other thing she did that upset me the most was when she brought me my cheese bread sticks, she set them down on the table, set my refill down, turned around, walked a few feet, and then said “Enjoy”. That’s right she said it like it was an afterthought, I’m sorry but correct me if I’m wrong but as a waitress or waiter for that matter the customer enjoying their food should not be an afterthought. Now I would have excused this and thought nothing of it if the place was busy, but they were pretty much dead. So since she pretty much couldn’t care about me, her customer, I didn’t give her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong I usually give tips to wait staff, barbers, and whoever but the way she was acting I felt she did not deserve a tip. Do I feel good about it? No, but maybe she’ll learn from this and realize that in order to get a tip you have to earn it. Earning a tip means doing things like asking your customer if everything is ok more than once and not when they look like they’re ready to leave, or paying attention to their cup and giving them refills after they get around halfway through the drink, you know small stuff like that. So to any wait people reading this blog relax this is not a regular occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Have a group of gals give you a make-over using whatever girlie stuff they have on hand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one seems pretty harmless enough and besides there is nothing better than looking a beautiful girl in the eyes whiles she’s putting stuff on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;605 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2411348677253730978?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2411348677253730978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-time-and-i-feel-so-dirty-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2411348677253730978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2411348677253730978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-time-and-i-feel-so-dirty-for.html' title='My First Time and I Feel so Dirty for Doing It'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2080053716025472179</id><published>2009-06-07T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:06:47.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Stories'/><title type='text'>The Bass Player That Got Away</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have had a pretty decent idea of what I wanted to write about today and at first was afraid I would not be able to tell the story while keeping it family friendly, then I realized the events that happened were family friendly. So I was worrying about nothing. Well anyhow on to the story of how close I was to finding a Ms Right Now who was a bass player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Breath at one point was doing so good that we were getting gigs in different major cities including Cleveland. Well one night we had a gig opening for an all girl rock band. We had got there early in the day after hours of long traveling. Well since we were the first band we got in and setup our equipment early. Then we just hung around. Well later on we were in the upstairs VIP room and we were just talking to the opening band, or at least the rest of the band was. I was busy carrying on an in depth conversation with their bass player. Don’t ask me what the conversation was about because I don’t remember, heck I can’t even remember the name of the place the band played in after searching through the different bars in Cleveland using Yahoo yellow pages and Google Earth.  I just remember being pulled away from the conversation because our band was about to play and they needed me in the crowd, and getting the feeling that we both wanted me to stay up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So One Breath played their set list including such original hits as “Jump”, oh yeah another cool thing about the band was they didn’t do any cover songs they had nothing but originals. After they played we tore down our equipment and packed it all in the trailer in the rain. After the trailer was packed up Eric who was my only ride decided he wanted to leave not even half way through the other bands set list, although later I found out I could have stayed and gotten a ride from the rest of the band. So I didn’t get to even say goodbye to the bass player or even ask for her number. I had to leave right there and then or risk upsetting my best friend and reason for being there in the first place since it was his drums I was in charge of. Granted the reason he wanted to leave was because he wanted to go home and sleep in his own bed before going back up to Cleveland for another gig the next day at a different venue, but still it would’ve been nice to stay and hang out there for a while and maybe even do something that is not family friendly with the bass player. From what I was told she was asking for me later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Eric can get a hold of the band again I may ask him to see about getting the video performance of the gig just so I can show my friends the band and the band they opened for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “In your best Austin Powers voice, approach a honey and say, ‘Do I make you horny, baby?’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a pretty simple one to do, not sure on how the girl would react. She would probably laugh her but off at me as she walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;577 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2080053716025472179?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2080053716025472179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/bass-player-that-got-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2080053716025472179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2080053716025472179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/bass-player-that-got-away.html' title='The Bass Player That Got Away'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8731583672048706371</id><published>2009-06-06T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:30:11.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 worst songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Top 50 Worst? songs Part 3</title><content type='html'>Well since no one has come forward and said that they don’t want to see me blog about the Top 50 Worst Songs, that’s exactly what I plan on doing, and to anyone who does not want to see me blog about this well I’m sorry but you had your chance to speak up and didn’t. Anyhow the last one I did was number 27 so I’ll just right in from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 24 on their list is Five for Fighting’s “Superman”. I’m sorry what the heck is wrong with this song other than it may have been overplayed back in 2001? This song is a pretty good song plus it was a feel good song for our country after 9/11. This is yet another of the many songs on this list that should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow two songs in a row that are interesting! Number 23 is one of the best songs out of the 80’s, “Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart. The person that wrote the article complains about the keyboard and synthesizer and the lack of any real instruments, but I’m sorry that seems to me like most songs from the 80’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now as I was going over the list again I found one that I passed up, number 45 Ja Rule and Ashanti singing “Mesmerize”. Ok now this song is one that I can see on the list. It starts out good and is even catchy, if you could understand what he’s saying. Heck the video even starts out looking like Grease, and then towards the end for like the last minute or so it changes from a pop song to a rap song. I had to double check to make sure I didn’t hit a wrong button somewhere. Seriously, WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to where I was number 22 is one of the few country songs I’ll listen to, “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American)” by Toby Keith. This song basically talked about kicking the asses of the terrorists and pretty much supporting the troops. So why would it be on a list of the worst songs? It makes you think who the heck is picking these songs, don’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok even though there was some other interesting ones I decided to skip ahead to number 19, “Broken Wings” by Mr. Mister. What the heck this song is a classic 80’s song. I’m seriously beginning to wonder who picked these songs to be on this list because this song defiantly should not be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I have one more for the day since I’ve already reached 437 words which means I’m pretty much in my cushion area where if the judges decided that some of the words should be counted as one I’ll still be at least over 400 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 16 is a pretty decent song it’s “What’s Up” by 4 Non Blondes. This song was pretty good hell sometimes it just pops in my mind and I enjoy singing along to it.  I just found the lead singer is now a very successful songwriter. She has written Gwen Stefani’s “What Are You Waiting For”, Pink’s “Get This Party Started” and,   Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” (one of my few favorite non rock songs). So I guess even though 4 Non Blondes broke up she’s still making major money in the music business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Call you girlfriend or your mother and pretend you’re in the slammer and need $500 for bail.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah no thank you I kinda prefer living. My mom would kill me if I tried this prank. So this is one that I would defiantly pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;615 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8731583672048706371?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8731583672048706371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8731583672048706371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8731583672048706371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-3.html' title='Top 50 Worst? songs Part 3'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-6756265894510499598</id><published>2009-06-05T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:42:32.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Irony and Midsummers</title><content type='html'>So many things to talk about, so little time. I guess one of the funniest things that happened to me today was when I was doing research for a ritual on health. I had just got down the bulleted outline and was starting to do some more research when I started to feel a little woozy. So I tried to lie back down on my bed and it didn’t help. Well I figured it must be because I need to eat something seeing as I hadn’t eaten anything since the two hotdogs I found in the fridge a few hours ago. So I went to grab something to eat but saw that my stepfather was cooking so I grabbed a Mountain Dew instead and went to play a little World of Warcraft. After playing for a little while my wooziness started to get worse so I quickly got to a safe place in the game and shut down my computer. I went out to the kitchen and grabbed a chicken patty and threw it in the toaster oven. Well I sat down and waited for it to cook and I just kept feeling worse and worse after a while I got up to take the chicken out of the toaster oven and just as I was walking by the sink my mouth exploded. I was lucky enough to get most of the esophagus’s contents into sink, however I wasn’t done. You see the hotdogs I ate earlier were older than I originally thought and my body made absolutely sure I got every last bit of them down the sink. Granted I felt much better after that but decided to give the chicken to my dog and just made some toasted cheese sandwiches. I just found a little ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s like doing research for a health ritual and then getting sick during the research. Isn’t it ironic? Don’t ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I was channeling Alanis Morissette for a second there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven’t heard from anyone if I should or shouldn’t start the Worst 50 songs commentary up again so I guess that means that either no one cares or everyone liked it so tomorrow I’ll just continue it from where I left off the other day, unless I get a few people that tell me otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well The Phoenix Council’s Midsummer is only a week away and I’m pretty excited. I know that it has been hectic as we’ve gotten closer to the event, but I know it will come off without a hitch. I’m hoping it will be as fun as FPG Beltaine was with the only difference being I will know more people. I wonder if there will be different camps like the Vikings and Pirates. Well whatever happens at Midsummers I know it will be quite the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Request Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’ or Tom Jones’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On.’ Get on a stage (or dance floor) and perform a partial striptease in front of the crowd.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a fun card to do. Ok not really I wouldn’t want to do that one and I don’t think that people would want to see me attempt to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;542 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-6756265894510499598?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6756265894510499598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/irony-and-midsummers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6756265894510499598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6756265894510499598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/irony-and-midsummers.html' title='Irony and Midsummers'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-3448886731575692583</id><published>2009-06-04T02:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:23:56.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Return of the Dragon Gods Part 5</title><content type='html'>Alright so I’m kinda getting the idea that no one likes my whole Worst songs posts so I’ll just keep it to myself, however if I’m wrong and you do enjoy those let me know. I enjoy reading comments, that’s how I know that people are reading my blogs and what they think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I figured it was time to do another Return of the Dragon Gods story today since I haven’t done one yet this week and I try to do a part once a week. Today’s story will focus on a very minor villain that played a major part in the story. His name is Cruhorn Mongothsbeard or Cru for short, and he is a Half-elf rogue who is a little full of himself and thinks that he can tackle any task possible or impossible. This story starts to take place shortly before the end of part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“CRU!!!” Zanroar yelled, “Where in the name of The Abyss is that good for nothing Half-elf at?!” The Half-elf, Cru runs into the meeting room where Zanroar and his generals are. “I’m right here sir.”Cru stated proudly. Zanroar just rolled his eyes and said, “I need your services to acquire a very important magical rod from the vault of Lady Moonshadow of Firechester. Our friend here will give you all the information you need to get in and acquire it. Just follow her instructions exactly how she says and remember one thing whatever happens do not make any attempt to use it. I repeat don’t try to use it the rod is way too powerful for someone as pathetic as yourself to use it. Do you understand me Cru?” Zanroar explained. Annoyed that Zanroar didn’t think he could handle something as trivial as   an acquisition and delivery Cru replied, “Yeah sure boss don’t use it.”  He then proceeded to talk to the sweet smelling hooded woman sitting next to Zanroar getting the instructions he needed. When she was done she left in a puff of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Cru arrived in Firechester he went straight to the Moonshadow Estate and saw how secure it seemed, but then no security is a match for Cru the greatest thief that ever lived.  He casually walked around the back and sure enough there was a hole in the fence. Cru squeezed in through the hole and when he got to the other side he proudly blurted out “No fence can hold back Cru the Great.” Upon hearing this some guard decided to come and investigate. Cru looked around and saw nowhere to hide so he ran as quickly as he could towards the building hoping he could find the secret door before the guards could catch him. As he ran towards the door he tripped on a rock and as he got up he noticed a door had opened. He quickly got up and ran towards it as it was closing, and he barely made it in as it closed. “How pathetic no guards can catch Cru the Great.”  Cru stated as he casually walked down the tunnel toward the secret door that was supposed to be at the end and let straight into a guest bedroom. When he got to the door he quickly opened it and walked into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got into the room he could smell the hooded woman’s sweet smell. He looked around the room but she was nowhere to be seen. “That woman better not be trying to get that rod before me.” He thought to himself, as he casually walked out the door of the bedroom. He walked down the hall and right into Lady Moonshadow’s room where the vault that contains the Moonshadow Rod of Wonder. “This is too easy for someone of my skills. I’ll have to do something about that.” He looked in one of his pouches and found some gnomish black powder that is supposed to make the door fall off once he used the flaming dagger on it and he put it on the hinges of the door and poured the powder onto the handle of the vault door, and put the piece of string into it and lit the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!! KLINK KLIN KLINK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cru walked over to the door or what was left of it and opened it. He grabbed the rod and walked out the door. As he opened it he saw a vision of loveliness, and then he caught her smell. “So that’s what you look like under the robe.” Cru said. The woman looked at him and yelled “What are you talking about and what in the name of the Abyss are you doing in my bedroom?” she then saw the rod in his hands. Put that back it’s too dangerous to be handled by anyone that’s untrained.” Cru confused runs away at the sight of guards coming around the corner. He runs back to the room with the secret door and quickly makes his escape out of the estate and into the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours pass by and after not seeing anyone he starts back to Zanroar’s castle. Along the way a group of adventurers approaches him. As the half-orc attempts to attack him he holds the rod out and activates it. A blinding flash of light appears from the rod as it heats up and explodes with a great force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the light clears up the half-orc is covered in darkness, the dwarf skin has turned blue, the human paladin is now the size of a giant while the human fighter is now a quarter of her size, gems rain down upon the gnome, and the group’s halfling is now covered in leaves. Lying where Cru was standing is a pile of ashes and only a piece of the rod. The dwarf grabs the rod looks at it and says “Cookie.” and puts it in his pants. The half-orc stumbles over to the pile of ashes and relieves himself on the pile of ashes as the party quickly moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1009 Words, sorry it took so long but I hope it was worth the read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-3448886731575692583?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3448886731575692583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-dragon-gods-part-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3448886731575692583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3448886731575692583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-dragon-gods-part-5.html' title='Return of the Dragon Gods Part 5'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7908314685370367452</id><published>2009-06-03T02:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:56:51.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 worst songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Top 50 Worst songs Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I started yet another thing for me to blog about, and that the list of The Top 50 Worst Songs. I stopped part of the way because it would have been way to long. So I think I’ll pick up where I left off which was number 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow they list “Cotton Eye Joe” by Rednex as number 38 on the list of worst songs. This song was a great song way back in 1995. I’m surprised that it’s that old because the song is so catchy that it seems like it never gets old. In fact after listening to some of their songs on you tube Rednex isn’t that bad of a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 37 on the list is “Rico Suave” by Gerardo. Ok now this song is one that deserves to be on the list of worst songs. This song sucks although the song does get some points in my book for inspiring Weird Al to make the parody song “Taco Grande”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they have “Shiny, Happy People” by R.E.M. listed as number 35. Ok yet another one that defiantly deserves to be on this list. It makes me wonder what happened to the R.E.M. I know without all the upbeat happiness. Not to mention they had one of the B52’s singing with them and it wasn’t even the cute one. Then I read that it was supposed to be in reference to the Tiananmen Square massacre, I mean come on now that’s in poor taste ironic or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 33 is a fun one, “Barbie Girl” by Aqua. After listening to it again all’s I can say is wow. Some of the things they imply in that video are defiantly not Family-friendly. The song can get annoying after a while so I can see why it was put on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 31 on the list is another one that shouldn’t be, “Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm” by The Crash Test Dummies. After all it’s not like it’s hard to sing it. The verses are a little out there but otherwise I think this is a decent song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For number 29 they have listed “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” by Deep Blue Something. In my opinion this song is not bad at all. Heck how can it be when at coffee night someone started playing it on the guitar and many of the people there started singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one final one for the day and I’ll just have to continue it later on another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 27 is “The Final Countdown” by Europe.  This one is yet another good song that should not be on this list. I’m beginning to wonder who comes up with this list because I’m close to half way through it and I completely disagree with most of the songs. I mean seriously they listed the synthesizers as one of the worst parts of the song. I personally think that is one of the best parts of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Take off your shirt and do a belly dance for a cutie while humming the appropriate music. Let you posse decide when you stop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not so sure people would want to see me with my shirt off but then again they have no problem with the one guy at The Castle who wears the hammock, and knowing my friends I’d be doing it for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;571 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7908314685370367452?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7908314685370367452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7908314685370367452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7908314685370367452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-2.html' title='Top 50 Worst songs Part 2'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7826686189619233257</id><published>2009-06-02T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:51:13.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50 worst songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Top 50 Worst songs Part 1</title><content type='html'>Ok so I was sitting here trying to come up with an idea on what to write about so I did my random button push and came across something interesting. I found an article that Blender magazine did called the 50 worst songs of all time. So I’ve decided to go through the list and pick out some of the songs and give my opinion on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll start at number 50. For number 50 they have listed “My Heart Will Go On” aka the Titanic song by Celine Dion. In my opinion the song wasn’t that bad at first but then I heard it again and again and again and now I’m just sick of it. On a scale of one to five with five being a great song I’d give this song a two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t intend on going straight through the list but number 49 was a song I just had to do.  The song is “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred. Personally this song isn’t that bad in fact I think it’s kinda laughable. I find it funny how people will find random things and say they are too sexy for it like I’m too sexy for this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 46 is “Hanging Tough” by New Kids on the Block. Now this song isn’t that bad granted I’d never own it, but then again when I hear it I just think of my sister and cousin going crazy over them like typical teenage girls did back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For number 44 they have listed is “I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That)” by Meat Loaf. Now I don’t see where this would be one of the worst songs ever. In fact I like this song. They say that the reason this is a bad song because he never says what he won’t do but he does in fact say it in the verse before that line. He won’t forget her, he won’t forgive himself he doesn’t leave with her now, he won’t ever do it better than he does it with her, he’ll never stop dreaming about her every night, he won’t move on and, he won’t go screwing around. Ok you know after thinking about it this song seems kinda stalkerish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have Billy Joel’s “I Didn’t Start the Fire” as number 41. This song isn’t that bad in fact I think it’s pretty good. They compare it to a term paper that was put together the night before it was due, now I guess I can see that but how does that make it a bad song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was bigger than I thought and I’m already at 450 words I’ll do one last song and then I’ll continue it tomorrow and just keep going until I finish it. Granted I’ll have to take a break at some point to do my Dragon Gods story, anyhow on with the last song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For number 39 they have “She Bangs” by Ricky Martin. I don’t know about this song after all how bad a song can be when it spawned the phenomenon that is William Hung. I can’t help but think of him whenever I hear this song he is just too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Ask a honey if she’d like her fortune told. If she says yes, examine her hand and say, ‘You’re going to make out with me.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an interesting one I could see a couple members of our group doing that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;593 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7826686189619233257?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7826686189619233257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7826686189619233257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7826686189619233257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-50-worst-songs-part-1.html' title='Top 50 Worst songs Part 1'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1796114492222349240</id><published>2009-06-01T03:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:16:01.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Stories'/><title type='text'>Mushroomhead story</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting around our new fire pit tonight trying to come up with something to blog about when I thought why not just do another Eric story, so I will. I kinda figure since I teased everyone about the time One Breath opened for major metal band Mushroomhead I would tell you about it now. First however I’m sure some of you may not know who Mushroomhead is so I’ll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/SiOAAD9OEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/hRofa_wRmU4/s1600-h/0302_mushroomhead_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/SiOAAD9OEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/hRofa_wRmU4/s320/0302_mushroomhead_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342254321541976610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroomhead is a heavy metal band that is originally based out of Cleveland, OH. I guess they are technically industrial metal. One of the distinguishing features about them is the fact that most of the members wear masks. This has caused some controversy among fans of Slipknot because fans of both bands claim they stole the mask idea from each other. Personally I don’t care because in my opinion both bands are great. Mushroomhead has been on movie soundtracks and on MTV’s “Headbanger’s Ball” so needless to say this was a huge deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this was a hectic day to say the least. The night before we had played at the exact same venue as a last minute replacement opening act for Prong, another major metal band whom have been cited as an influence to such greats as Jonathan Davis of Korn and Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails, so we luckily did not have to worry about loading and unloading our gear. However, the band had asked for us roadies to go in and help Mushroomhead unload early in the morning, alas of all five or six of One Breath’s roadies I was the only one to show up. Anyhow I went in and helped them unload the trucks and help a little bit with setup and then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on for some reason or another we were running late for sound check and we had to literally run into the venue in the rain and start setting up while the band members tried to find parking spaces. Well we made it in time and after some major hustling and teamwork among the roadies we were ready for the sound check in no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well One Breath played their set and then while the second opening band was playing their own set we went “backstage” and brought along our two VIP guests my sister and her friend. You see the venue they played in was an indoor driving range called the Golf Dome and with a full sports bar in it. Well the backstage area was the driving range and while we were back there we got to hang out with Mushroomhead without their masks on and got to hit some golf balls with them and just generally shoot the breeze with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when it was time for Mushroomhead to go onstage we left and went to find a place to stand. Luckily we decided to stand on the side because when Mushroomhead got on stage the entire bar was a mosh pit literally from wall to wall nothing but a mosh pit. My sister had to climb on top of a speaker with the help of our bass player because it was so intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after everything was all said and done and the crowds had left we were talking to the band and they were saying that they were impressed with our band. They even went as far as to give us a few pointers on some of our songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after our conversation and all we loaded up our gear and headed home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day:”Tell to chicks you’re getting married, and ask them to fulfill your last wish as a bachelor: to see a little girl-on-girl lip-locking action.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would defiantly take that dare or at least watch while someone else does the dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see a Mushroomhead video just &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U45NfWSX-Vk"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and it will take you to a You Yube music video of their first single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;668 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1796114492222349240?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1796114492222349240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/mushroomhead-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1796114492222349240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1796114492222349240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/mushroomhead-story.html' title='Mushroomhead story'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/SiOAAD9OEiI/AAAAAAAAACc/hRofa_wRmU4/s72-c/0302_mushroomhead_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8443632366284981495</id><published>2009-05-31T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:36:39.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spee-D-Foods Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Drinking Off the Job While At the Job</title><content type='html'>Well first off let me just say I had a great time at Poker night and look forward to the next one. For those that read my blog and don’t know what I’m talking about, tonight the community group I am a member of, The Phoenix Projects (&lt;a href="http://phoenixprojects.org"&gt;http://phoenixprojects.org&lt;/a&gt;), put on a poker night as a fundraiser. Anyhow one of the things that makes me happy is the fact that for the past few poker nights we’ve had I didn’t have enough chips at the end of the night to get this  little dragon sculpture that I needed to even out my collection. You see on my dresser I have three big wizard sculptures and two little ones and until tonight I had three big dragon sculptures and only one small one so it was a little unbalanced, but now that I had enough chips I was able to get the dragon that had eluded me for months and balance out my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that that’s out of the way and I still have more words to type I guess I’ll tell another Spee-D-Foods story. This story only involves two other people besides me; my pretty cool co-worker who I’ll call Bruce and a frequent customer by the name of “Wayne”.  Well Bruce and I had been working together and closing together for a few months, and he was I pretty cool guy. Well one day he and I were closing and a few punk kids came into the store paid for about 60 dollars worth of gas made a huge mess in the restroom and left, without pumping their gas. So here we had some kids who left without getting the full 60 dollars of gas. Well the night went on and the kids never came back for the money. Well at the end of the night we have to makes sure there is no purchases pending on the register.  Well we had to clear out the refund in the register. Since it was closing time and it had been about five hours since the kids trashed the restroom, we decided to accept it as a tip. Looking back I know I should have taken it out set it aside and left a note for my boss, but that’s not what we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at closing time Wayne was in the store and Bruce and I decided we’d spend our tip on some Smirnov Ice. We each got a six pack, and after our work was done we clocked out and while waiting for the registers to produce the paperwork we went over to the tables that were set up for eating hot dogs or whatever and the three of us started drinking and bs-ing for about an hour. Little did we know that this would be Bruce’s last night there. The next day he was fired for smoking weed out the back door. So I guess it was kinda fitting that we did that the night before, after all how many people can say on the last night they worked at a job they got drunk?  The best part was the store manager never knew about that night or, if he did he didn’t care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day:”Pour a Prairie Fire (tequila and Tabasco sauce) down the hatch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a fitting card for the story I just told! I don’t think I could handle that though since hot stuff doesn’t exactly agree with my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;581 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8443632366284981495?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8443632366284981495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/drinking-off-job-while-at-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8443632366284981495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8443632366284981495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/drinking-off-job-while-at-job.html' title='Drinking Off the Job While At the Job'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-6992563510260584451</id><published>2009-05-30T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:01:57.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>A night with the Knight</title><content type='html'>Wow I’d have to say this is the earliest latest I have posted since it is starting to go on 4 AM. Anyhow though the reason I’m still up at this time is I just got back from a late night hanging out with The Knight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the night, after dropping off my sister with Rook, by going to see the new Terminator movie and I must say I’m impressed. I loved the fact that they were using stuff like fighter jets, helicopters and what not because it makes sense. In all the other Terminator movies and the show, which will be sorely missed, they never show the resistance using any vehicles other than a submarine in the future. The other cool thing about the movie was that they sprinkled in little things for the fan boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to check out a local sports bar called Overtime to try and do some karaoke, however by the time we got there they had finished hosting the karaoke and were just playing music. That was fine for a little bit. There were few girls dancing around but considering the type guys they were hanging out with, a couple of guys that thought they were gangsters complete with low pants and ball cap on weird, they were not my type and was paying more attention to the other room that had more possibilities. Heck where we sat we didn’t get the normal waitress; the normal waitresses were wearing black ball caps, white tank tops, tight black shorts, black socks, and white shoes while ours waitress had on jeans and an Indians jersey (I kinda felt gyped). Well anyhow while we were there the music they played actually devolved. They started out playing 311 and within about 5 songs went to playing some poor excuse for a rap song that talked about nothing other than “booty shakin’”  so when the Knight yelled over the music if I wanted to go get something to eat I quickly said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from there we went to Denny’s mainly because it was going on 2 in the morning and nothing else is open. After we were seated our waitress came up to us for our drink orders and I swear she had a Charisma of about 19 or20. We had various discussions ranging from Midsummers to comic books (man I love being a geek). Well anyhow it was here that I learned something I never knew, people in about their 60’s are funny when they are drunk. It was funny because they were acting like they were about 30 years younger. This one lady was so drunk she was flirting with a guy in another booth and even went to sit next to him for a few minutes. Then another more sober elder lady was complaining to a pair of cops that were trying to leave about people in some bar selling alcohol to drunken people. We ended up leaving at this time and so were the poor officers. I could tell that they took the ladies compliant lightly. After this we just ended the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I tried to start this blog at 4 AM but was so tired I laid back onto my bed after doing a few of these “iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” and got back up to continue it at about 9 AM which is why I’m so glad that I do post early in the morning otherwise I would’ve been out of this competition long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Circulate the bar and offer to trade piggyback rides for free drinks. (If a guy wants a ride, he better make it a double.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that sounds like a quick way to get drunk for free, although I may have to limit myself with it due to my back not being the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;650 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-6992563510260584451?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6992563510260584451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-with-knight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6992563510260584451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6992563510260584451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-with-knight.html' title='A night with the Knight'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-3740966793481848297</id><published>2009-05-29T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:41:27.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Rock N Roll Hall of Fame and the countdown.</title><content type='html'>So today made the decision to watch a program on my DVR today that I had been skipping over because I only recorded it to see the tail end of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony on Fuse. Well I still missed the end of the concert but I figured since it was a number one countdown show of Hall of Fame artists I figured what the hell I’ll watch it anyway.  It was very interesting considering I ended up singing along to every video even the Madonna “Vogue” video.  Well while watching it I noticed a few things about most of the videos or songs that I didn’t notice before. So I figured I’d go ahead and list the videos to the best of my memory and give my thoughts on them. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number ten video was Queen’s Under Pressure (aka the song that Vanilla Ice ripped off for “Ice Ice Baby”). The one thing I did not know about this song was the fact that Queen had a very special guest vocalist on this song, the one and only David “Ziggy Stardust” Bowie. The sad part was after knowing that Bowie sang background vocals on the song I did hear it but up until that point I thought it was just Freddie Mercury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the next one they played was, I think, was Prince’s “Little Red Corvette”.  Yes that’s right Prince is in the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame he was inducted alongside such great acts as ZZ Top and George Harrison in 2004. Now don’t get me wrong I enjoy his music, heck “When Doves Cry” is one of my all time favorite songs, but I just had no idea he was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next video they showed was “Rock the Casbah” by The Clash. Wow this was defiantly an 80’s video I mean I remember when it was in high rotation on MTV but seeing this and then seeing newer videos it just amazes me. The thing that caught my eye was the fact that the video was starting to remind me of a bad joke, “So a Rabi and an Arab are driving around Texas …” wow the 80’s were great, we didn’t have to worry about being politically correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was “Vogue” by Madonna. All’s I can say about that video was I completely forgot how hot she was when she was younger, but now that she’s in her 50’s she’s more plain looking to me. Then of course who can forget the infamous cone bustier with what looked like she stuck two ice-cream cones to her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they finally got back to rock with “Back in Black” by ACDC. Now this whole show was taped at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame annex in NYC and throughout the show they showed various displays. Well before this video they showed Angus Young’s school boy outfit.  I found out that he first put it on as a dare and the crowd liked it so much that he made it his gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they played was the song “Drive” from one of REM’s best albums. Although I think they could have chosen a better song from it I would have picked either “Everybody Hurts” or “Man on the Moon” but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next song they played was a true classic Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal.” What little I saw of this video, thanks to my sister’s dog insisting on shutting my singing up by attempting to attack my face and ears with her tongue, was that I could swear that the dancers in the club were doing the thriller dance. I mean you’d think he’d have come up with something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number three song they played on the countdown was another 80’s classic “Walk This Way” by Run DMC and Aerosmith. The funny thing is this version was almost never made. Run and DMC didn’t want to cover a rock song, but Jam Master Jay convinced his band mates otherwise and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number two song on the countdown was “Where the Streets Have No Name” by U2. Seeing this video made me realize how much intestinal fortitude Bono has. He saw that the cops were going to shut down the concert before it could even start so he just says screw it and starts playing anyhow until the cops finally get to the roof of the building and make him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they saved the best for last, “One”, by Metallica. I just love this song and the video is amazing. I just loved how when they were inducted into the hall of fame they included Jason Newsted as part of the band even though he quit the band almost ten years ago. One of the rumors I heard was that they offered Dave Mustane to be inducted with them since he was the original rhythm guitarist but he declined because “he was going to be out of the country”, but I think it was just because he’s still holding a grudge against Kirk Hammet. Oh and one final thing that caught my ear was the host comparing Kirk Hammet to George Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my viewing experience I’d love to hear what you all think of the songs or videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: ”Find a scary, muscle-bound guy at the bar and challenge him to an arm-wrestling match  (or just ask to take a sip of his drink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is one of those that I’d love to watch someone else do it but I wouldn’t want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;949 Words. Sorry it was so long but once I get into talking about music I sorta loose track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-3740966793481848297?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3740966793481848297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-n-roll-hall-of-fame-and-countdown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3740966793481848297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3740966793481848297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/rock-n-roll-hall-of-fame-and-countdown.html' title='Rock N Roll Hall of Fame and the countdown.'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-3520659086697403192</id><published>2009-05-28T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:45:09.529-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Stories'/><title type='text'>An intro to One Breath.</title><content type='html'>Wow so now the contest is down to the final four. We have Stray Hairs whom writes some lengthy blogs that are pretty interesting, then you have The Priestess Warrior who also writes some long ones that are interesting oh and by the way since you like dragons keep your eyes glues to my Dragon God story because after a while you will definitely see many stories with them in it, after that we have the Hobbit she is a wonderful person whose blogs I love reading and am happy to so I am good friends with her, however the final competitor is me and I don’t plan on loosing I don’t care if during the middle of the night I have to sneak over to the college and use their Internet to post during Midsummers since from what I have been told we are still required to blog during Midsummers but we will see.  There was a rumor going around that during that weekend we would be able to call a truce, and that’s one rumor that I hope comes true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of my babbling on about my future victory. Since I’ve had so much fun telling you all about the different stories of my past I figured since today was a boring day I’d do another Eric story. This one deals with when he was in a great metal band by the name of One Breath. One breath was starting to become a really great band with a huge following when it came down with the fatal disease known as Lead Singers Disease. Lead Singers Disease is a common band killer it happens when the lead singer’s head just keeps on growing and growing until it pops. That is a sad day because everyone has put hard work into the band however the singer thinks that he can just run the band booking shows without consulting other band members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before anyone asks me no I do not play an instrument or sing , I was the drummer’s (my best friend Eric’s) own personal roadie, drum technician, and so on.   Basically I would set up the drum set and test the microphone levels on them as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I only have a few more words left I’ll do a brief talk about when they opened up for the band Mushroomhead.  Yes that’s right they opened for them in the in the same place that was starting to become a normal place for them to play. Well I’ll tell you the full story another day since I am falling asleep while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Offer to buy a drink for the first girl who delivers her thong to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I’d want that dare or not because I’m not sure I’d want it after she was wearing it that’s kinda  gross.&lt;br /&gt;482 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-3520659086697403192?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3520659086697403192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/intro-to-one-breath.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3520659086697403192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3520659086697403192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/intro-to-one-breath.html' title='An intro to One Breath.'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1887178139330485407</id><published>2009-05-27T00:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:00:34.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spee-D-Foods Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>A Chapter in the Spee-D-Foods Saga</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I had so much fun talking about some of my past experiences that I figured tonight I’d do a different chapter the chapter I will call the Spee-D-Foods Saga since this mainly deals with the year or so I worked at a convenience store in Stow, OH by the name of Spee-D-Foods. Working there was like watching a soap opera and occasionally being sucked into the storylines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all let me do the whole disclaimer thing. The stories you are about to read are true to the best of my knowledge and memory names have been changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.  Ok now that that’s out of the way let me introduce you to the main cast of characters. First there is Rick, the store manager; then you have Rick’s wife and mother to their son, also an employee, by the name of Missy; another key player was a fellow employee who became the assistant store manager Stacy. There are other minor characters but for today’s part of the saga I’ll start with the juiciest story of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story began around Thanksgiving time, I think, well one day when Missy and Stacy were working together a man came in and Missy started to flirt with him. Well this guy, I’ll call him Bill, kept coming in whenever Missy would work, and they would flirt with each other. Well eventually Stacy convinced Missy to ask him out. Bill, seeing that Missy was not bad looking, said yes. Well many nights Missy and Stacy would go out and they would meet up with Bill at one of the bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for quite some time eventually involving me to help cover. Yes, unfortunately, I helped out this little fiasco but it was mainly because I had a thing for Stacy but looking back I regret it and would not do it again. I was young, yes early twenties is young, single and had a thing for Stacy I was blinded so get over it. Anyhow back to the story, well helping them out helped me out as well you see I was offered to run a spot light for my best friend Eric at an exclusive New Year’s Eve party for a lot more money than I would have made if I worked at the store. So when Rick told me I couldn’t get it off even though Missy wanted to work it with Stacy I came up with a plan with help from Stacy and Missy. On the 29th while I was working I pretended to be getting sick so sick that I had to be sent home early by Stacy whom I was working with that night. Well I was sent home I went to Youngstown and called off on the 31st. Well the night of the 31st after the store was closed Stacy and Missy went out and partied like they planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kept up for a few more months until one day after Stacy either quit or got fired, I forget which,  she came in and told Rick the whole story, minus the whole part of my fake sickness. She told him how Missy and Bill even made out in the restroom and how they would make up stories to tell Rick so that he would watch the security tape of days other than when Bill and Missy would make out in the store. Rick confronted Missy about it and they fought. Missy even yelled at me thinking I told and Rick yelled at me for not telling him. After things calmed down Missy apologized to me and things got back to normal, or as normal as they can be at Spee-D-Foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Find a girl with a cell phone. Ask for her number. Then, go back to your table and call her. Ask her if she thinks you’re hot. (or talk dirty to her)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be a fun one to do, if you have a working cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;676 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1887178139330485407?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1887178139330485407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-in-spee-d-foods-saga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1887178139330485407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1887178139330485407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-in-spee-d-foods-saga.html' title='A Chapter in the Spee-D-Foods Saga'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8918384266877806837</id><published>2009-05-26T02:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:41:28.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Stories'/><title type='text'>My time at X-Fest '01 with Eric</title><content type='html'>Well I was sitting here trying to figure out what to write my blog about while at the same time trying do work on the Phoenix Projects website for our Midsummers festival when I started thinking about some of the wild times my best friend, Eric and I used to have. So I figured I’d tell at least one of the stories and I could get at least 400 words out of one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off let me tell you about what he does for a living. I’m sure many of you have been to a concert of some kind, weather it was a huge one or a small one most concerts all have one thing in common; stage lighting. Well Eric’s job is to bring the lights, set them up, and sometimes does the show. Well many times I would help him out and in return I would get in to the concert for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times I helped him out I would have to say my favorite was the 2001 Pittsburgh X-Fest.   First off the bands playing there included Staind, Fuel, Disturbed, Saliva, Crazy Town, and Train which considering at the time Disturbed and Saliva weren’t even popular enough to play on the main stage it was pretty cool. Well one of the cool things was the crew and the rock stars both ate in the same catering room at the same time and when I went to eat Aaron Lewis was in there so in a way I can say I ate with Aaron Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although I’d have to say the best part of it was this one girl who was working event security. She had blonde hair, that was either braided or in a slight dreadlock I can’t remember which with I think pink and/or blue ribbons in it, and blue eyes. If I remember correctly I think she was in her late teens to early twenties like I was at the time. Anyhow I remember being in one of my rare moods where I had the courage to go up to her and carry on a conversation with her a few times. If I remember correctly her parents owned a local furniture store or something. At one point during the day long concert she was telling me how she was hungry so I went back to catering and grabbed either an apple or a banana and brought it to her. Well as the night wound down we still talked and I planned on talking to her again after the concert but unfortunately things did not work out that way since she left before I got finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was the time Eric and I went to X-fest as time goes on I’ll tell some of the more wild things we’ve done like the time I got literally stoned in the park, or maybe even the times we made the crazy videos or even one of the many gigs I went on with him and his band One Breath. Who knows what story I’ll remember next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Regardless of what song is playing, invite a cutie to dance the Macarena.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that card could be interesting depending on the song it could hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;546 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8918384266877806837?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8918384266877806837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-time-at-x-fest-01-with-eric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8918384266877806837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8918384266877806837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-time-at-x-fest-01-with-eric.html' title='My time at X-Fest &apos;01 with Eric'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7966516508876898165</id><published>2009-05-25T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:15:14.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Return of the Dragon Gods Part 4</title><content type='html'>Well it’s officially a new week so that means another part of my story “Return of the Dragon Gods”. The past few parts of the story have dealt with the main villain of the story which is also the main character of these stories, Zanroar. Well this time around I’ll focus on the other villains. I’ll start with the doppelganger and maybe in this part I shall go on with the others. Well enough talking let’s get on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a week of trudging around with the party of adventurers and trying many times to steal the Rod of Falzure from the gnome that took it, the doppelganger came up with a plan. He needed to get away from the group first though. He left his room and went downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he got down there the crazy Dwarven cleric who shaves his beard constantly, was down there so he went up to him trying to keep his cover. “So Neetch, are we going to go clear out that prison today or what?”  Neetch just looks at him and says, “Cookie!” and then gets up and walks away. The doppelganger went to get up when the group’s bard comes down the stairs. “Make way for the great Zoey Stardust.” She yelled as she made her way down the stairs. Neetch yells to her, “Pass the remote.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day when Neetch and the group’s half orc barbarian Ront went off to “check out the prison situation” and the paladin, rogue, and bard left somewhere in town he made his move. He took a horse and traveled to an ancient set of ruins and stood there outside. “Hey dumbass I need a favor.” He yelled. Nothing happened. “Listen, if we’re going to bring back the true Gods we need the Rod of Falzure and some idiot gnome has it. The gnome would be easy if he wasn’t always around this group of adventurers including this crazy nut job cleric of Erythnul.” Suddenly one of the gargoyles stood up. “Listen just because you’re Zanroar’s pet doesn’t mean you can boss me around. I’ll do you this favor but you’d better think twice before calling me a dumbass again. So what do you want me to do?”  “Come to the town of Firechester and start attacking the Dirty Wish Inn yelling for the rod. Just leave the rest to me. I promise you this will be the last favor I ask of you ever.” the doppelganger said as he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later the gargoyle attacked the inn. The gargoyle ended up getting killed during the fight. “I told him I wouldn’t ask him any more favors.” the doppelganger thought to himself. Now everyone was starting to gang up on the gnome trying to get a hold of the rod. Finally the paladin told the group, “Do what it takes to get the rod.”  Neetch, Ront, and the doppelganger fought Fitz (the gnome) until he was he was dead. Before the doppelganger could grab the rod, the rogue Halfling grabbed it and gave it to the paladin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party picked up their fallen comrade and headed towards the temple the doppelganger followed along until he came up with a plan to grab the rod. He walked up to the paladin and told her that he’d run ahead and let the temple‘s clerics know they were coming, and ran ahead. When he got to the temple he snuck up on the high cleric and slit his throat from behind. Then with the High Cleric dead he could easily pose as the high cleric and the idiots would just hand him the rod. He quickly changed into the high cleric and met the party at the door. “Ah your friend told me you’d be coming. I’ll gladly take that evil rod from your hands.” The paladin handed the rod over to him. “Good. Now you can just go down that hallway and you can heal your friend’s wounds.” He said as he pointed down the hallway. As they went down the hall way he quickly threw the rod in his satchel and changed into a nondescript human and ran off to meet up with Zanroar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;703 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7966516508876898165?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7966516508876898165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-dragon-gods-part-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7966516508876898165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7966516508876898165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-dragon-gods-part-4.html' title='Return of the Dragon Gods Part 4'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8823166583898865275</id><published>2009-05-24T03:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:15:59.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Weeding in the rain. Oh what a glorius feeling.</title><content type='html'>Well the majority of my day was spent weeding out the area where we do our barbequing, however the Gods decided it would be even funnier if I did it in the rain. I started out in the one corner and everything was fine a little hot but fine none the less. Well after I came back out after a break from the midday sun. I yanked a few more weeds and then it started raining a little bit, I figured no big deal it’s only water. Then after that Zeus decided to taunt me into going back inside with his thunderbolts. At first I just ignored them, and then he started getting closer. So I figured ok fine I guess I’m done for the day. Wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later the rain stopped so I decided to go back out. Guess what happened after I pull a few more weeds. That’s right it rains again this time a little harder, but I just keep going. Then Zeus decides that it was so much fun watching me scramble inside the house that he starts taunting me again. Once again after the first few thunderbolts I do nothing, so he says ok fine then and lights up the sky. Seeing that I once again drop everything and run inside and of course as I run in I hear the thunder and I swear it sounded like a chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a few hours later the rain dies down and I go back out. I’m sure you can guess what happens next. The rain starts picking up little by little until once again the Gods open up the floodgates. This time I decided heck with it I’m just going to stay out here and finish the job. Besides all the rain was making it a lot easier to pull the weeds out of the rocky area that shouldn’t even have plant life but unfortunately someone was a little too lazy when they set it all up there. What was supposed to happen was they were supposed to put some black plastic down before they put down the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow back to the story, so this time I figured I’ll just stay out here and finish my job. I’d say I was out there for another hour or so before I finished most of it. Then Zeus decided to taunt me again. Well this time I’d finally finished weeding and cleaning the barbeque area for the most part and came in the house. I was so wet that I literally had to peel the shirt off of my body.  Well after I took my shower I had to grab some groceries from my parents’ car, and big shocker the rain had left already. So anyhow that’s how my day went ended up all wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Approach a hot chick, bend over, and say, ‘Mommy,I’ve been a bad, bad boy. I think I need a spanking.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I could say so much about that with many of my friends but I won’t because I have to stay  family friendly . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;521 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8823166583898865275?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8823166583898865275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeding-in-rain-oh-what-glorius-feeling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8823166583898865275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8823166583898865275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeding-in-rain-oh-what-glorius-feeling.html' title='Weeding in the rain. Oh what a glorius feeling.'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-3233382712609217016</id><published>2009-05-23T00:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:57:55.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>A Phoenix Projects website comercial disguised as a blog</title><content type='html'>Let me preface this blog by saying while in some places this may sound like I’m griping, I can assure you all that I am not and in fact I love every minute of working on the Phoenix Projects website (&lt;a href="http://phoenixprojects.org"&gt;http://phoenixprojects.org&lt;/a&gt;) it’s just that in text format it may seem this way but in vocal format you would know. Please do not think I am b*tching about my job because I in all seriousness love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ah the trials and tribulations of being a web designer for a community. I just realized that I have spent a total of around seven hours sitting on my couch doing various things to improve the Phoenix Projects website, and it seems like only one hour. The funniest thing is the public won’t even see ninety nine percent of the stuff I worked on today yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day out by going through the pictures on the FPG website from Beltaine looking for pictures that were only of members of the Phoenix Projects and all I can say is wow there was a lot of pics to go through, and a lot of stuff I missed while there. I think next time I go I’ll have to go to more things and be more active as opposed to sticking around the campsite or trying to do homework. Anyhow back to what I was talking about before I got sidetracked. One of things that amazed me while looking through the pictures was the fact that in the pictures of the Celtic games, where the Phoenix Projects’ Realms Fighters kicked some serious buttocks (once again congrats), most of the pictures were of one person granted that person is one of our fighters but still it seems a little unfair to the other fighters (no disrespect towards him as he is someone I consider a good friend). Oh well anyhow I found a lot of good pictures even some interesting ones, let’s just say (to paraphrase a great comedian) Hot dog on a Steek. I can’t wait to post them along with all the other pictures I have ranging from when the great Raymond Buckland came to visit to pictures of two of our clean ups. Another thing I have learned is that it’s hard to find open source faery pictures that are family friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although some of the other things I did for the site was trying to figure out Dreamweaver so that I can make some cool changes to the site. Well as I was going through I noticed some changes that needed to be done to our Midsummers page of events (for more info check &lt;a href="http://www.phoenixprojects.org/midsummer09.html"&gt;http://www.phoenixprojects.org/midsummer09.html&lt;/a&gt; )that if it weren’t for the Hobbit telling me I may not have known. However that’s one of the things I don’t mind, as long as I’m told things before it’s too late. Although one of the things about doing the site that does get to me is when instead of sending me an e-mail when something on the site is wrong people tend to tell other people that have very little to do with the site what’s wrong with the website, and then I have to hear it from them. This to me is the equivalent of someone finding something wrong with my work and instead of telling me they tell my boss, my boss then has to tell me, and no one likes hearing from their boss when they messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although before anyone decides to visit the site let me just warn you that it may look a little rough around the edges but like I said I’m in the process of doing a redesign and had to change some codes that affect the whole site but within the next few days maybe even tomorrow the entire site will be revamped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Tell a babe you really need her support— ask her to donate her bra, then wear it over your man-boobs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow you know the sad thing is I could see some of my friends doing that dare with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;687 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-3233382712609217016?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3233382712609217016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/phoenix-projects-website-comercial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3233382712609217016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3233382712609217016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/phoenix-projects-website-comercial.html' title='A Phoenix Projects website comercial disguised as a blog'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5696574990230541411</id><published>2009-05-22T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:52:32.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>My American Idol Grievance</title><content type='html'>First off I will admit it. Yes I am a fan of American Idol. After all when the God you follow is Apollo; the Greek God of Music and the arts, among many other things, shows like American Idol where the goal is supposed to be to find the best singer sort of grab your interest. Now that the season is over and I’m sure by now everyone knows the result and who won it I can air my grievances. Although if for some reason you have been able to not find out who won yet, first of all I commend your stealthiness second you may not want to read on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with that out of the way, I can get down to the business at hand. America what the hell were you thinking?!? Kris Allen as the American Idol winner? Don’t get me wrong he was a good singer and all but Adam Lambert was a much better singer. This is what happens when you have little teenage girls voting, going “I’m going to vote for Kris because he’s cute.”  Hello I thought this was supposed to be a talent competition not a popularity contest. Then again I should have realized this was going to happen when they made the top four the top three and got rid of whom, in my opinion, the one person who should have been in the finals, Alison.  Alison was another one that could sing better than Kris but once again the teenage girls came out in force and pushed her away for Kris. This just makes me sick that America can’t get a singing competition correct. Instead the misguided youth has taken it over and turned it from a talent competition into popularity contest. Although I hope that some of the other factors didn’t play into it like the fact that Adam openly admitted to kissing another man, or the fact that Kris is a devout Christian.  Oh well enough about that I know that both Adam and Alison will make albums hopefully they will out sell Kris’s album and Kris ends up getting a career like Taylor Hicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I got some words to fill in and I’m done with that subject I’ll move on to a new one. Well my random method of hitting a random letter on the keyboard while the cursor is in the yahoo search box came up with a pretty ironic subject. I say this is ironic because while writing this blog I was talking to the Hobbit on YIM and were just discussing the same subject which is tattoos.  Well anyhow a lot of people in the community have been talking about tattoos and some of them even have gotten some. Well I currently do not have any tattoos but for, at the very least, 10 years now I’ve been saying that on my arms I will get a dragon on one and a wizard on the other. I think that this will look good on me. However I’ll dive further into this subject in another blog since I’m far enough into my cushion that I don’t have to worry about if the judges will count some of my words as one when Word counted them as two, and I can’t really think of what else to say on the subject at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Convince a hottie to buy you a Funky Monkey if you make monkey sounds and do a monkey dance on the bar. (Check with management first. Don’t get your ass thrown out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be one I’d love to see someone do but would hate to be the one that got that card because thanks to my new shell breaking initiative I’d have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;633 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5696574990230541411?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5696574990230541411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-american-idol-grievance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5696574990230541411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5696574990230541411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-american-idol-grievance.html' title='My American Idol Grievance'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8826354742149247690</id><published>2009-05-21T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:25:56.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Circle peves and talents</title><content type='html'>Ok so since yesterday I decided to do my story instead of answer the challenges that were made I will answer them now. Yesterday both The Hobbit and The Priestess Warrior issued challenges; The Hobbit issued the challenge of telling what some of your pet peeves are when it comes to circles and along with the reverse side of that being what do you like the most about public circles and gatherings, while The Priestess Warrior issued the challenge to tell about your special gifts or talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the second challenge since it will be a little bit easier.  I’d like to think I’m kind of an empath, however with me I usually can only feel the negative emotions in people mainly sadness. No matter how much a person tries to hide it I can usually feel it. I have found that this can be both a blessing and a curse. I have always enjoyed helping people and doing whatever was necessary to make them happy again. This is how it can easily be a blessing; however one instance in particular was when it became a curse for me. That instance was about a year ago when my grandfather passed away. We had the whole family over for Mother’s Day and when he passed on at first I was fine then when it set in for everyone else I could feel everyone’s pain; I felt my Grandmother’s, my mother’s, my uncle’s, my sister’s, my cousin’s, and even all of the friends of his and my grandmother’s that would come by. It was very overwhelming and the worst part of it was when I went into the room he was in I could feel nothing in the room at all after he died yet before he died I could feel his presence in the room. His funeral was even worse as was his burial. All of the sadness of everyone felt like it was just being attracted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another talent I’ve noticed is that I can see the romantic links between two people and weather the link is strong or weak. This is one that is still very new to me but the first time it jumped out at me was at the clean-up. Before anybody had told me or they made any moves towards each other I instantly felt a big connection between Peanut and (I’ll use the term that someone else used for him before due to lack of a better one) Twig. The moment I saw them both at the same place at the same time I was practically blown away. Later I found out that I was correct and they were in fact a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now for the First challenge, my pet peeves about circles and what I like about them.  For me this is a difficult one due to that fact that I’m still learning in the craft and don’t fully understand all there is to know. I really don’t have any major peeves about circles other than the one that Hobbit mentioned about talking, but I was just taught that it was common courtesy not to talk when other are talking because that is rude. As far as things I enjoy once again the Libra in me is taking over and I can’t think of anything that really stands out that I enjoy the most. I enjoy pretty much everything there is about circles and gatherings, especially the people. There is just not one thing that I can say I like or dislike above all else, everything is pretty much equal. Then again I’m so easy going that not much does bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Random Bachelor Dare Card is: “Get a girl to laugh … without talking to her.”&lt;br /&gt;That one sounds easy but I guess depending on the person or the girl it could be harder than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;650 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8826354742149247690?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8826354742149247690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/circle-peves-and-talents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8826354742149247690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8826354742149247690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/circle-peves-and-talents.html' title='Circle peves and talents'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1710312336621728930</id><published>2009-05-20T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:31:56.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Return of the Dragon Gods Part 3</title><content type='html'>To my fellow WARP contestants I know that two of you have issued challenges but I will just have to answer them tomorrow as after going to see Star Trek today I have been hit with a ton of creative energy and have been compelled to write part 3 of my story, so do not fret I am not ignoring your challenges I am just delaying my responses to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else I bring you part three of my weekly story “Return of the Dragon Gods”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While wait for his minion the doppelganger to bring him the Rod of Falzure, Zanroar called a meeting of his generals. These generals included some of the most vile and despicable beings known. Sitting to the left of Zanroar was Lord Shieldheart whose family hatred of the Dwarven kingdom of Stormforge goes back generations to his grandfather who kidnapped the Dwarven Prince Nanar and had a curse put on the kingdom. To the left of Lord Shieldheart sat Gix a kobold and the greatest assassin known, he has been successfully contracted to take care of business for hundreds of shady characters. Across the stone table from Gix was a human ranger by the name of Pandak Droverson however to many he was known as The Laughing Bastard due to his many “conquests” and the unwanted illegitimate children that he has sired, rumor has it that he has sired over fifteen children. Sitting to the right of Pandak was Ruzajor a polymorphed black dragon who is so old that when the Dragon Gods fell he was but a hatchling. Finally sitting at the head of the table next to Zanroar was a woman shrouded in darkness who had key information about the location of the rod of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanroar spoke up. “Welcome I have invited you all here because you are the most vile beings known to man. Each of you will have a critical role to play in the new world that I am making. Once the true Gods have been freed I shall rule this plane and all who dare to stop me will be powerless to put up a fight. My associate here has graciously given us the information needed to acquire the rod of wonder needed to open the seal that has held back our Gods for too long. In three months time we will use the power of both rods at the peak of the 3000th Atheirdarastrix celebration in Firechester when the moon is fully dark . Now as payment for your services so far I will be giving each of a special potion of resurrection, from this point forward if you were to fall at the hands of your enemy then after a few minutes you shall awaken fully healed. As another service I shall give each of you your choice of draconic grapht.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he finishes up a gnome walks up to Zanroar and whispers something in his ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems that my doppelganger should be arriving right on schedule with the Rod of Falzure. Shieldheart, I will need your castle to serve as a meeting point for my minion to give me the rod.” Zanroar said&lt;br /&gt;530 words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1710312336621728930?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1710312336621728930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-dragon-gods-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1710312336621728930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1710312336621728930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-dragon-gods-part-3.html' title='Return of the Dragon Gods Part 3'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-6792846911337106753</id><published>2009-05-19T01:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:16:54.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Premature Cancelation</title><content type='html'>Ok so no story tonight. Sorry but I didn’t have the time or mental power to come up with exactly what I want to do in the next part of the story, and since writing out the story ahead of time is against the rules you will all have to wait another day or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however come up with something to blog about, television shows that canceled too soon. Over the years there have been many television shows that I grew attached to because of their great stories and then before the story can continue the show gets canceled.  This, to me, is a huge peeve. Although I’d have to say that the network most responsible for canceling shows way too soon is NBC. In just recent years shows like Journeyman, My Own Worst Enemy, and maybe even Knight Rider have been canceled by NBC. This pisses me off to the extreme because what do they put on instead of intelligent shows that actually require acting? Reality shows and Game shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every time I turn around one of the networks is putting on another reality show. The worst part is the fact that most of these reality shows are carbon copies of other reality shows but sometimes with celebrities instead of nobodies. It seems like ever since Survivor became a hit the networks have decided that they should pollute the airwaves with any kind of reality show they can think of. What the hell happened to TV that was enjoyable? Now don’t get me wrong there are a few reality shows that are actually good, shows like the juggernaut that is American Idol. The thing that gets me the most is I hear about all kinds of people that enjoy these shows and yet they still get canceled. The networks complain about ratings but yet they put these shows on at the same time as other shows that are guaranteed to win ratings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is this was all inspired by a show on Fox that is returning that is just the type of show I’m talking about. The show I am happy about the renewal of is Joss Weldon’s show Dollhouse with my favorite actress Eliza Dushku staring in it. However there is one show I’ve not heard anything about yet and I’m starting to think that it might not be coming back. That show is Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles.  I have a little bit of hope though now that Dollhouse has been renewed. These two shows were Fox’s Friday night lineup and if one was picked up then the other one hopefully will follow right along with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Random Bachelor Card Dare of the Day is: “Convince two guys to slow dance together while you sing “Take My Breath Away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering some of the guys in our group I don’t think that finding two guys to slow dance with each other would be a big problem, however the singing part I’m not so sure of only because I can’t think of how that song goes right now. While I’m at it the Knight said that the next time we go to Ybor we are going to act the fool, well I think the next time we go I’ll bring my deck of cards and we can do some dares as a friendly little competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;565 Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-6792846911337106753?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6792846911337106753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/premature-cancelation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6792846911337106753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6792846911337106753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/premature-cancelation.html' title='Premature Cancelation'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5106711410210653697</id><published>2009-05-18T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:06:24.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Pure Randomness</title><content type='html'>This blog is randomness at its finest. I was having a hard time trying to think of what to say so I just hit random letters in the search box and went from there. At this point I have no idea what I will talk about. Tomorrow I might give you part three of The Return of the Dragon Gods story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ve been trying to find a way to go see the new Star Trek movie, especially since so many of my friends and family have seen it, and my last idea to go see it with my father fell through, however I acquired some money and plan on seeing tomorrow. I bring this up because during our conversation with my father last night my sister mentioned downloading the movie and I don’t really understand why people do this. Why is it people feel the need to download movies to watch them on their small in comparison computer screens? I think this is one of the many things that I will never understand. I can understand watching DVDs on the computer because by that time the movies have been through the theater. In my opinion the best way to see a movie is in the theater on the big screen in the comfortable theater chair. Then you have people who download movies that haven’t even come out in theaters yet like the recent Wolverine movie. This movie was not even finished yet and people downloaded it, watched it, and don’t care to see the movie in the theater but yet complain about how the movie wasn’t that great. Well I can firmly say that I will not download any movies, music on the other hand is different.  I have no problem downloading music. Music is meant to be enjoyed anywhere. You don’t have to sit down to listen to music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my next topic that came up is actresses that I like. Well there a few actresses that I enjoy watching the movies of, the first of these actresses that I enjoy watching is the beautiful and intelligent Julia Styles. I have enjoyed watching her in movies since I first saw the movie “10 Things I Hate About You” which was based off of the Shakespeare play “Taming of the Shrew”. In fact Julia is the only actress to have been in the most modern Shakespeare movies she’s been in two more.  Although my favorite actress is Eliza Dushku, I think the main reason I like her is the fact that in most of her roles she plays a strong woman that would have no problem telling you how she felt. I first saw her in the movie “True Lies” with Arnold Schwarzenegger playing his daughter; however I really fell in love with her when she played Faith in Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: ”Get a group of guys to serenade a sweet thing with “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’”. Use your beer bottles as microphones a la Top Gun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could be fun although I doubt I could get many of my friends to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;524 words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5106711410210653697?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5106711410210653697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/pure-randomness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5106711410210653697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5106711410210653697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/pure-randomness.html' title='Pure Randomness'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5690841046473170771</id><published>2009-05-17T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:06:42.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ybor City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Ybor City Adventures</title><content type='html'>Wow what an interesting night! What started off as a few friends going to a local bar to do some karaoke turned into us going clear down to Ybor City and seeing many interesting sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started because my sister (Laziest Overachiever), my other sister, her best friend and roommate, and the Hobbit all decided to go out clubbing instead of our usual Saturday night routine of playing Dungeon’s and Dragons. Well since a good chunk of our players were not going to be there due to having a girl’s night out we made the decision to have a guy’s night out, so The Bruised Knight, the husband of the Hobbit, the husband of the Druid, and I went out to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off going to a sports bar called Overtime, however the was a band playing there and the chances of the Knight and I finding any fair maidens were pretty slim so we made the decision to go somewhere else. After driving south on 19 for a while we made the decision to go down to Ybor City as well. First though we decided to stop to get something to eat, so we went to McDonald’s. Well it was pouring down rain and the poor girl working at the speaker could not here a thing so she was asking us to give our orders at the first window. Well we got there and two of us gave our order to the poor girl. When we told her we had a third order we were told we had to go around again so we went around a second time and gave our order after this they realized I hadn’t ordered and told me that since I had no money they would pay for me, so we went around a third time and gave our order to the poor girl whom I’m sure by now was sick of seeing us.  Well after I got situated with my food (opening my sandwich wrapper and putting my straw in my drink) we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving down 41 I found something out about my friend, Druid’s husband, he is quite the back seat driver. As we were coming upon the split to go either to Dale Mabry or continue on to 41 he first said to go one way then the other, luckily at this point my memory kicked in and I was able to go the correct way all the way until we got off of 275. It was after getting off of 275 that senility set in and I went the wrong way.  Thankfully through a combination of road signs and my memory of the area I was finally able to get us to Ybor City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving down the strip for a little bit while maneuvering around the city to find a parking place The Bruised Knight and I saw all kinds of beautiful maidens and were quickly distracted. Once we finally found a parking place we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking down the strip seeing all sorts of shinies we first made the trip to Gameworks  to utilize the facilities. While there we quickly made the decision that if the Knight and I were to find any maidens we would have to go elsewhere. From there we got a little lost and I caught a glimpse of a few interesting and shiny maidens that were getting a drink from the Coke machine as opposed to their castle to which they obviously belonged. It was after that that I made the decision that adding The Castle to places to check out for the night would not be such a bad idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next wondered to Coyote Ugly. Along the way there though the poor Knight had “fallen in love” quite a few times. Once we got to the Coyote Ugly Saloon we witnessed two very beautiful maidens singing and dancing on top of the bar. The best part was when some guy’s girlfriend paid for him to get what I can imagine is a penalty shot. The guy walked up to the bar and one of the Coyotes wrapped a towel around his eyes and used a belt to hold his head back, she then proceeded to pour Jack Daniels down his throat straight from the bottle, after that she grabbed a sharpie and lifted the back of his shirt to write something on his back, and finally after writing on his back she used the belt and whipped him 2 or 3 times on his derriere. Unfortunately I could tell that  Druid’s husband wanted to leave so as we left  I took a mental picture of the many fine maiden coyotes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our party then proceeded to walk around a little bit and finally went to The Castle. Before we even got in the door I “had fallen in love” with the fair maiden at the door . We then proceeded to become engulfed a mixture of techno music, leather and interesting maidens. While there we ran into my sisters, the Hobbit and their friend. All’s I can say about that experience is wow my one sister and the Hobbit were definitely having a good time has they both had consumed much liquid courage. We stayed at the Castle for a little bit and I must admit I “fell in love”  with one of the beautiful maidens dancing upon one of the pillars. However I must say while there were many things there I enjoyed seeing there was one in particular thing I did not care to see at all. I would explain this thing but since I have to keep this family friendly for right now just say a few words and leave the rest up to your imagination. Slightly overweight, mesh hammock. Well after that we proceeded to go home although we made a quick unscheduled drive through the ghettos we each did finally make it nice and safe to of our homes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day: “Do a tequila shooter, but lick the salt from the neck of a sexy stranger.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like something that would have been fun to do last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,037 words. Sorry it was so long but last night was so interesting and fun that I even after condensing it there was a lot of stuff to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5690841046473170771?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5690841046473170771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/ybor-city-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5690841046473170771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5690841046473170771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/ybor-city-adventures.html' title='Ybor City Adventures'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-710914941365016257</id><published>2009-05-16T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:45:48.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nickname'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>How I came to be known as Romeo without a Juliet</title><content type='html'>Well while thinking of a topic to write about today I realized that many of you have seen and called me by my other online name Romeo without a Juliet. In fact way back at the New Year’s party The Bruised Knight even introduced me as Romeo without a Juliet. So I figured I’d explain how I acquired that name. I’m going to warn you right now though it is a long but interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started way back ten years ago in the year 1999 I was working at McDonald’s and so was this girl named Stacy. Well before long after getting to know her I started developing a crush on her. Well I told a few of my coworkers and for some strange reason my boss Marie. Well on MLK Day that year she came into work and one of the people whom I told, Jeff, was having a conversation with her and Marie the whole time they kept looking back at me from the front counter in front of the bin. Well since I’m a paranoid guy when it comes to that kinda stuff I thought that they said something to her. So after talking it over with my friend Ben I decided that since she already knew I liked her then it wouldn't hurt to ask her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about a week later as I was leaving for work I asked her if I could talk to her, and she asked me to come back later when she was on her break. Well I came back later nervous as hell and she was sitting down in the booth. So I sat down in the other side and stammered out something close to "You probably guessed this was coming since you know I like you so here it goes. Stacy would you like to go out with me?" This came as a big surprise to her since up until that point she did not know that I liked her. I found out this little bit of information from her response. She responded by saying, "Dave, I didn't know you liked me no one told me, but I'm in the middle of trying to get out of a bad relationship and I have to see where I'm going to go from there." Now I don’t know about all of you but to me that sounds like a big maybe.  We even sat around and talked for a while after the 500 pound gorilla had left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a few weeks later it was the week of Valentine’s Day and she received a carnation from this guy Paul. The next day I talked to Marie about it and she told me that Paul was trying to go out with her as well and that was his way of trying to get with her. Well I for some reason decided that I would play along with this game and decided that anything he could do I could do ten times better. He thought he’d be romantic and gave her a cheap carnation from school. Well I figured I can easily out romance him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked the schedules to see what time she was working on Valentine’s Day and came into the store that day with a dozen red roses, a card with a poem entitled, “Why do I Love You?" in it that I copied by hand from a book, and a stuffed dog holding a heart that read, “ I Wuff You”. Unfortunately Paul was also working at the same time so he was doing everything he could to disrupt the moment including stacking up cups like a pyramid and knocking them down. Well after a while he had the nerve to come up to me and tell me to back off because he was trying to work on her as well and the tension was too much or something like that. Well I said my goodbyes and I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later even after word had gotten around about what I had done she chose to go out with Paul. Well after hearing that one of my managers came out and said Stacy was stupid for choosing Paul over me, “a regular Romeo”.  The funny thing is a week or so later Stacy dumped Paul because “he was a moron”. I must admit this part is true about him. This guy was a manager and when he left one day with the bank deposit he set it on top of his car and drove off leaving it for some little kids to find and thankfully turn in. Stacy and I remained friendly up until I moved away and down to Florida. I must admit though I still carry a torch for her, after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow that is how I came up with the nickname Romeo without a Juliet. I’m just a hopeless romantic who I know one day will find his Juliet, but for now I’m not actively looking I have too much going on in my life to worry about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow before I say something I end up regretting later (one of the perils of posting at 1 AM) I’ll present the Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day. Today’s Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day is: ”Find two ladies who will make you their ‘meat’ in their bump-n-grind ‘sandwich’ out on the dance floor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like a lot of fun I could defiantly give that dare a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;921 words. Sorry it’s so long but like I said an interesting story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-710914941365016257?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/710914941365016257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-i-came-to-be-known-as-romeo-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/710914941365016257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/710914941365016257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-i-came-to-be-known-as-romeo-without.html' title='How I came to be known as Romeo without a Juliet'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2453149056775287665</id><published>2009-05-15T01:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:24:02.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Fears (A Formal Warp Chalenge)</title><content type='html'>Well tonight I was sitting around trying to come up with a theme for today’s blog. I was going to just pick a random letter of the alphabet put it into a search engine and see what comes up and then just blog about that. Either that or if I had a dream I’d blog about that in the morning, however I was struck or should I say almost bitten by an inspiration. Tonight I was taking out the recycling bins and my dog noticed and proceeded to annoy a wolf spider. I quickly shooed my dog away before he was bitten and tried my best to kill it from behind our screen. Luckily my step father was up and he was brave enough to attack it with and empty bottle of laundry detergent. Anyhow this brings me to the idea I have come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I formally am throwing out a challenge to my fellow competitors what are you fears. Now I’m not talking about small petty fears I’m talking about fears that alter the way you would normally proceed in a situation. I personally can tell you I have two major fears and one half fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fear and my most noticeable is ophiophobia or a fear of snakes. I’m not sure how this fear got started although where I grew up in Ohio I was surrounded on two side by about an acre or more of woods. In those woods lived a bunch of snakes that just loved coming into our back yard. Granted these were just garter snakes which are harmless however when you are four or five years old seeing one on your stoop as you go outside to play on your swing set can be quite frightening.  This fear must have grown throughout the years and just knowing that in Florida there are many poisonous snakes I now run like hell at the mere mention of a snake being around. (Don’t go getting any ideas Bruised Knight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second of these fears is the fear of what people think of me especially in social situations. While growing up I was constantly made fun of for just about everything and now it seems I am always second guessing myself in social situations especially around new people and around cute women. I believe this has been a huge hindrance in my ability to find a woman. My friends keep saying I need to find a Miss Right Now however I can’t even walk up to a cute girl because I’m always afraid I’m going to say something wrong and botch my chance with her, or in the case of FPG them, and this fear is what keeps me so shy. When I first met my now close group of friends I barely said a word to them. This was mainly because I didn’t want to say anything that could harm a potential friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other fear is more of a half fear than anything; it is a small hint of arachnophobia. My arachnophobia is only in proportion to the size of the spider and the color of the spider. In other words most spiders don’t bother me, however the bigger the spider the more frightened I get the same goes with color, the more colorful the spider the more afraid I am. This is just mainly due to the fact that in Florida there seems to be a lot of poisonous spiders and most of these spiders are big and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it my three biggest fears; snakes, what people think of me, and big colorful spiders. Now it’s your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Random Bachelor Card of the Day: “Ask the bartender to give you gifts from the Three Wise Men: Jack, Jim, and Johnny (Daniels, Beam, and Walker).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s a dare I can do easily plus it sounds tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;650 Words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2453149056775287665?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2453149056775287665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/fears-formal-warp-chalenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2453149056775287665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2453149056775287665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/fears-formal-warp-chalenge.html' title='Fears (A Formal Warp Chalenge)'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8708286507146911315</id><published>2009-05-14T01:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:55:47.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>So anyhow it’s that time again, time for me to blog. Unfortunately since I am also having problems with my website I’m sort of doing two things at one time. Right now I figured since I’m sort of stuck until Dreamhost sends me my darn password I’ll start to write about what has been on my mind today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since coming back from FPG Beltaine I have noticed some things happening both in my life and in the community. First I will start with the good and what’s been happening in my home since I returned from FPG. Before I left I had gotten into a few verbal arguments with my stepfather. The energy in my house was so negative that I hardly wanted to come home. Then when I came back it was like the energy in the house did a complete 180. My stepfather, who just a few months ago said something like I’m going to prey for your soul so that it does not go to hell because you are pagan (Not his exact words but pretty much his meaning.), has been asking me intelligent questions about paganism and even went as far as having me talk to the air conditioner guy. You see the air conditioner guy was wearing a pentacle around his neck and apparently he mentioned to my stepdad that he had no idea where to go around here for pagan events. So my stepfather comes and gets me so that I can help the guy out and tell him about our wonderful community (or at least when it wants to be) and the various events and places to go. I proceeded to tell him about Java and Jam on Tuesday nights, I told him about our website (http://phoenixprojects.org) and told him about the wonderful list of events (that I need to update and add to) that are on the main page, I even pimped out our Midsummer event, and when he asked about a place where he could buy magickal supplies I directed him to Magickal Mayhem in New Port Richey.  So needless to say it has been weird here in my home but a good weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ll talk about the bad. The other thing I have noticed since coming back from FPG is all of the negative energy that seems to be floating around the community and growing rapidly. This saddens me because at FPG the vibe and the energy there was mostly good. This is one of the things I am looking forward to at Midsummers, all the good energy. I am seriously hoping that all of the negative energy that has been floating around stops soon because after all the good energy is what makes this community so great. I will admit that I may have stirred up a small portion of it however when I realized this I backed away. I’ve been hearing about too many people having a problem with The Bruised Knight, whom I consider to be a close personal friend that I will stand by, but no one is approaching him about it instead they are running around and telling everyone else. This right here is a major cause of negative energy and I hope that it does stop soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after much consideration and demand I will bring back the Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day. However I do not plan on doing it on story days. Anyhow tonight’s card is: “Announce to the bar that your friend is getting married and would like to have one last fling, so you’ll buy a drink for the first woman who gives him a condom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was an interesting card and a fun one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;622 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8708286507146911315?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8708286507146911315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/energy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8708286507146911315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8708286507146911315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5188151642993971399</id><published>2009-05-13T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:39:44.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>The Return of the Dragon Gods (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Well I was sitting around trying to come up with a blog for today since I wanted to try to only tell the story one time per week. However the Gods would not have it and the great Apollo has decided to sick one of his muses on me. So for those of you that enjoyed my story you are in for a treat because part two is being told so sit back and enjoy part two of “The Return of the Dragon Gods.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil half dragon wizard Zanroar walked up to the priests of Falzure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So do you have the rod?” he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes we do.  However are you sure you can get the other rod, and what about this second magic user you need according to the prophecy.” The high priest said while carefully holding a rod made of pure onyx etched with runes and topped with a skull of a kobold, The Rod of Falzure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, I have everything working out to perfections. Soon the true Gods will be upon us and we will be rewarded greatly for our loyalty.”Zanroar snapped. He swiped the rod from the priest almost scratching him with his claws in the process.  “Now if you excuse me I have some business to take care of.” He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later Zanroar is in the sewers of Bailey’s Point discussing his plans to his minion explaining what is needed of him.  After a few days of monsters escaping the sewers a team of adventurers come in and destroy the monsters and steal the Rod of Falzure. When Zanroar returned and learned of this great incompetence he killed his minion. Zanroar contacted a doppelganger to get the rod back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doppelganger stalked the party of adventurers for miles sizing them up. When the party reached the city of Firechester he mingled with the crowds that were enamored with the party’s newest member. After studying them for a few days he formulated a plan. He went to the upper class side of town and informed the owner of The Dirty Wish Inn of the great bard singing on the poor side of the city. When the adventurers came to the Dirty Wish Inn they each went to their rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the half-elf druid got to his room he was ambushed. The doppelganger attacked the druid with a dagger. The dagger hit the druid’s armor and missed. The druid unaware of the attack until it was too late drew his sword and attacked the doppelganger. The doppelganger dodged the attack with the sword and slashed the throat of the druid. Not wanting to make a scene by carrying out the corpse of the druid he threw it in the corner. Now the doppelganger was ready to infiltrate the party and take the Rod of Falzure and return it to Zanroar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of part two. Hopefully I will be able to wait until next week before writing part three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5188151642993971399?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5188151642993971399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-dragon-gods-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5188151642993971399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5188151642993971399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-dragon-gods-part-2.html' title='The Return of the Dragon Gods (Part 2)'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-9152377514010701153</id><published>2009-05-12T02:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:29:40.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Return of the Dragon Gods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>The Return of the Dragon Gods (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Last night I mentioned that I was going to try to tell part of a story once a week that takes place in and is mostly a back story and a companion story almost to my Dungeons and Dragons campaign that I have been running for a while now. So without further ado I bring you “The Return of the Dragon Gods”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story begins in the year 613. For many centuries the Gods of the humanoids and the Gods of the dragons coexisted on the same plane of existence. However the three evil dragon Gods; Falzure, Garyx, and Tiamat grew bored of the humanoids and believed they were better than the Gods followed by the squishy humanoids, and proceeded to teach the Humanoid Gods that the Dragon Gods were more powerful. On many occasions Falzure would take the slaughtered sacrifices to Erythnul and drain them of their energy making them undead before they were slaughtered. Garyx burned a forest with many temples to the Gods down to ash and sand creating a desert leaving only a temple to him made of onyx. Tiamat would have her green and blue dragons destroy any temples not belonging to a draconic deity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After decades of these tortures the Gods made a unanimous decision to banish the Dragon Gods. The Gods combined their magic and sealed off each of the three Dragon Gods in their home planes all to be guarded by Bahamut. However the evil three became aware of this and instituted a backup plan of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of the 3000th Atheirdarastrix celebration in the city of fire during the dark of the moon, the seals can be broken. However this can only be accomplished by two magic users of great power, each holding one of the two rods made by the Gods themselves, one being the rod of Falzure a powerful rod that can turn the living into undead made with the skull of a kobold and pure onyx and the other rod so powerful it’s effects are random but wondrous and chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far only one of the rods has been recorded to be found. This rod was place in the powerful trustworthy hands of the Moonshadow family. The rod of Falzure has not been found at the time of this writing but it has been rumored that it was given to a clan of creatures to be kept safe.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that you have enjoyed this first part of the story. As with most stories it is best to begin with a legend. Next story you will meet some of our main characters, but you will just have to wait until next week for the next installment of “The Return of the Dragon Gods”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-9152377514010701153?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9152377514010701153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-night-i-mentioned-that-i-was-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/9152377514010701153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/9152377514010701153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-night-i-mentioned-that-i-was-going.html' title='The Return of the Dragon Gods (Part 1)'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-9019831986929424077</id><published>2009-05-11T00:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:36:21.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>My First Official WARP blog</title><content type='html'>Well here it is my first official blog in the WARP contest. I was doing some thinking earlier and made the decision that at least once a week I will try to throw in a nice little fantasy story. This story takes place in the same world and mostly the same time as my Dungeons and Dragons campaign that I am running right now so some of you may recognize some things in the stories. There is however going to be a twist on the story telling, you see most stories are told from the direct point of view of the heroes, well this story will be told from the perspectives of the villains. There may be times when the villains come across the party of adventurers that my campaign follows which will more than likely be quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I’ve had a busy weekend of tech. It all started Friday when I proceeded to transfer and get rid of all the information, files, pictures, and videos from my home desktop computer because we are planning on selling it in our garage sale. I was very surprised with how much data was on it. The worst part of it was the fact that the best thing I had available to me was a used one gigabyte flash drive. So this entire process took me around eight hours or so to accomplish. Then on Saturday I spent the first half of the day tearing down the computer which was made more difficult by the fact that I had used zip ties to tie the cables together and tie the cables to the desk itself, all to eliminate everyone’s favorite thing cable spaghetti. Then once I finally got that computer taken apart I had to setup the newer computer that we acquired from my sister, Love You Laziest Overachiever. So I cleared the space, cleaned up the desk a little and proceeded to put together the computer. However, when I got to the router I struck trouble. The software for the router could not find the Internet. So after going a few rounds of the unplug the router and modem game I made a call to the tech support of the company that made the router. After finally getting a human and spending about twenty minutes spelling and respelling my name and e-mail address the lady eventually tells me that since my warranty is expired I must pay them money in order to get any help.  So this left me right back to square one with no wifi Internet access, I eventually said screw it and gave up for the night.  Which leads me to Sunday afternoon, I kept trying to figure out what the problem was until I eventually had a breakthrough. Well after making that proud accomplishment I decided to try my luck at printer sharing and file sharing which is not an easy task when one computer is running XP and the other one is running on Vista. Well I slew that dragon and called it a night and jumped in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago my previous blog caused a bit of a stir. I would just like to apologize to anyone who may have thought I was angry at them since this was not the case. The true purpose of that blog was to get across the point that if we are to become a strong community we need to learn how to better communicate with each other. This was not just in reference to the major thing but for little things as well like where and when a ritual is supposed to be and other small various things. Sorry for any confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my favorite and many other people’s favorite part, the Random Bachelor Dare Card, I’ve decided to take a vote. If you think I should continue this feature even though some of the cards are a little on the PG-13 to R rated side. Please leave a comment and let me know, otherwise I will not put in this feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;678 words. Sorry it’s a little longer than it should be but I had a lot to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-9019831986929424077?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9019831986929424077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-official-warp-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/9019831986929424077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/9019831986929424077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-official-warp-blog.html' title='My First Official WARP blog'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8910365154712915010</id><published>2009-05-08T14:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:36:34.696-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>Communication. According to the Encarta English dictionary the word communication has five meanings. The first is the exchange of information between people by means of speaking writing, or using a common system of signs or behavior. The second definition is a spoken or written message. The third definition states that communication is the act of communication information. The forth one says that communication is a sense of mutual understanding and sympathy. The fifth one is not important for my little rant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be sure that everyone knew what communication was because I have recently learned that some very important information that should have reached a friend did not reach her as quickly as it should have. From what I have been told this information became public knowledge on Monday and my friend was not informed about it until Tuesday or Wednesday, even though this information affected her directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter I am still puzzled as to why this information was not spread across the community like wildfire. How are people supposed to defend others from bad situations that can, will, and have come up when people do not have information on what is happening or what has happened? How are we as a community supposed to watch out for each other when we do not communicate the proper information to people? Is it a matter of pride not to spread around this information for fear that it may not look good that such a tragic event happened under our noses? In my opinion it would look even worse if people in the community did not know about this, that it was hidden from the community like a skeleton in a closet. I can understand wanting to shield certain people from certain information, however I feel that this information was information that should not have been kept quiet. Especially due to the fact that once the offending situation was discovered we as a community took swift action in taking care of the situation, and that, to me, makes our community look stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always asking how do we grow our community, how do we prevent tension between different groups in the community, how do we keep our community strong. Well I have an answer for all of that, one word COMMUNICATION. If people in the community would actually openly communicate with each other then I can guarantee that most if not all of our problems will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not just apply to information either this applies to all aspects of the community even rumors. If people are saying rumors about someone first tell the person spreading the rumor that it is rude to be doing so in the first place and second of all ask the rumor spreader if they even asked the person they are spreading the rumors about if the rumor was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally this is the part where I would put in the “Random Bachelor Card of the Day” however I feel that this blog is too serious of a subject to put it in, so tomorrow I’ll give two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8910365154712915010?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8910365154712915010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/communication.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8910365154712915010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8910365154712915010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-6595016680275849461</id><published>2009-05-07T00:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:49:58.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Summer movies and beyond</title><content type='html'>Well Monday I went to see Wolverine, and I must say for the most part it was good. I won’t give away too much other than the fact that my favorite mutant, Gambit, was not only in the movie but had a major role in it which made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well my second favorite character in the movie was Deadpool. This character is one of the funniest characters there is nicknamed “The Merc with a Mouth” because he is slightly insane with a small amount of ADHD.  This guy is an excellent marksman and, as many will see in the movie, great with swords.  Another cool thing I found out about him is he has something called “comic awareness” which basically means he breaks the “forth wall” and talks to the audience.  Well apparently as of today it is official there is going to be a Deadpool movie with Ryan Reynolds playing the character once again. I for one cannot wait for this to pick up because it will be interesting to see where they go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking though as to what other Marvel Characters I’d like to see movies for so I’ll give my top five. In no particular order they are Dr. Strange, Iron Fist, Cloak and Dagger, Hawkeye, and Moon Knight. These five characters I feel would be very interesting movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies I’m surprised that there are not that many big movies coming out this summer that I just have to see. Don’t get me wrong there is a handful but I’m used to there being so many that I have one almost every week that I want to see. The only ones that I can name off the top of my head that I want to see this summer are Star Trek, Terminator, Transformers, and G.I. Joe. What happened to summer having all the big block buster movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well unfortunately that’s all I have for tonight. I’m sure that tomorrow I’ll have more but for now, I’ll just go into the cards. Since I missed doing it yesterday I’ll treat you all to two cards tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The First “Random Bachelor Dare Card” is: “Approach a babe with peanuts and say, ‘My nuts are salty. Wanna taste?’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. I’d love to watch some guy go up to a girl and do that just to watch him get smacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second “Random Bachelor Dare Card” is: “Allow your buds to draw a large ‘tattoo’ of a naked woman — or man — on your arm using a ballpoint pen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow you’d have to be pretty trusting of your friends to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;438 words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-6595016680275849461?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6595016680275849461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-movies-and-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6595016680275849461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/6595016680275849461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-movies-and-beyond.html' title='Summer movies and beyond'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-4405478448134024637</id><published>2009-05-05T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:09:39.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FPG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida Pagan Gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beltaine'/><title type='text'>My Experiences at FPG including the shiny faeries</title><content type='html'>Well it has taken me a while but I had a busy day yesterday and was still recuperating heck I still haven’t slept in my own bed yet. Anyhow the main reason, for those few of you that don’t know, that I haven’t posted in about a week is the fact that I went to a little festival called the Florida Pagan Gathering or FPG for short.  First just let me say WOW! FPG Beltaine was one hell of an experience.  Where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I’ll begin with my campsite. One of the reasons I enjoyed what little time I had there was the fact that I felt that I got a little closer to a couple of my fellow campsite members that I was not close to before, namely the Destroyer and as my fellow blogger named him Twig and his significant other. However, there was a lot of negative energy flowing around the campsite as well which sort of bothered me quite a bit. I will not go any deeper into the negative energy other than I hope that once FPG Samhain comes around we will not have that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another thing that was great was the fact that I got to work with an amazing person, and it got me thinking about how much I enjoyed doing that same type of work when I was helping out my best friend in Ohio and I felt inspired many times as well.  The main ritual was simply amazing and I felt gave the entire festival a much needed boost of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I will talk about my favorite part of the festival the shinnies and my journey of attempting to capture at least one of a pair of shinies who also happen to be faeries. It all started on Thursday afternoon I was at my campsite when the shiny green faeries first appeared. They had setup campsite three hundred feet or so diagonal from our own campsite. This is funny if you think about it, the faeries gathered close to the phoenix. Anyhow back the story at hand. Later on as I was sitting at my camp I saw two of the shiniest faeries around strolling along hand in hand along the back edge of our campsite back to their own campsite. Later on that night I saw them again at the opening ritual and must’ve inhaled some faerie dust or something because from that point on I started seeing them more and more. That night I visited the fire circle and caught site of one of the things that truly made these faeries shiny. One had her blue shinies and one had red. This brought me into their spell even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday night is when the fun truly began. Now let me preface the rest of this with the fact that I’m very shy and introverted.  I came back from my work ready to hang out and have fun with my camp mates, however when I arrived my camp mates had already left without me, so I tried to go have fun without them. As I walked down the road I ran into a group of them and joined them, however when we stopped at the campsite the party fell apart. The knight went off to have a conversation with  Alisande  and The Lazy Overachiever went off with the Rook. Well I thought about it for a while and made the decision to go off on my own. I went to the concert that was going on and sitting in the front row was the two shiny faeries. After a while I danced with everyone a few times and made my presence known.  After the concert I went to the campsite and it was empty so I quickly went to the painting tent and waited for the beautiful  Doll to paint my face and arms since I’m not comfortable with my body enough to walk around with no shirt. Anyhow while I’m waiting who shows up but the faeries, so while I’m getting waiting to get painted and getting painted the dark faerie started painting the red faerie. I must say this was a slight distraction while I was trying look into the beautiful eyes of the Doll. Anyhow the dark faerie was a really good artist, which comes in later in the story, she painted a beautiful tree with runes on both the back and front of the red faerie. Well after I got painted I went to the fire circle and found one of my camp mates standing by the water cooler so I proceeded to talk to him a little bit and told him about my hesitation in dancing around the fire circle. Not long after that moment the red faerie appeared in front of the water cooler and I was surprisingly overcome with confidence. I proceeded to tell her I liked her paint and had a conversation with her where she encouraged me to go dance around the fire along with her. So I followed her encouragement and danced around the fire until almost four in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night I finally got the knight to go around with me raiding the campsites. The first one we went to was the Viking camp and who shows up but the shiny faeries. Well after a while they leave and not long after that so do we. Well we proceed to go around raiding and eventually were on our way back to the campsite, and we ran into the faeries again. Unfortunately this time my brain to mouth filter must have been broken and the wrong stuff came out of my mouth and so I felt like my chance to be with the faeries was blown.  I then proceeded to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was given a couple more visions of the shiny faeries before they left. I just hope that once Samhain comes around the faeries will once again make their presence known and this time around the outcome would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry this was such a long blog (1033 words), but I just couldn’t not tell the story of the faeries. Tomorrow I should be back to my regularly scheduled blog format.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-4405478448134024637?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4405478448134024637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-experiences-at-fpg-including-shiny.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/4405478448134024637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/4405478448134024637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-experiences-at-fpg-including-shiny.html' title='My Experiences at FPG including the shiny faeries'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5334517307343191459</id><published>2009-04-26T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:07:28.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in an airport and the randomness that ensues</title><content type='html'>Sitting in an airport for about seven hours you observe many different types of people. For instance you have the cranky business man who is in such a rush that he just oozes rudeness.  This guy barges up to the information booth and demands to know what restaurants are in his gate section while the information lady casually hands him a pamphlet containing a list of all the restaurants in all of the terminals and gates. Then you have the woman who walks around with their nose in the air thinking that they are the greatest thing in the world, yet if they paid any attention they would notice that they have a ketchup stain on their white pants. Of course I can’t forget the pair of guys I saw carrying a clipboard around. They sort of reminded me of Lennie and George from “Of Mice and Men” if the part of George were played by Joe Pesci.  I also saw a few of the girls from the Tampa Roller derby team. Nothing like see a couple of hot women who could easily kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow while looking around the internet I came upon the Wikipedia page of one of the best mother forking actors of our mother forking time He is known for such roles as Nick Fury, Mace Windu, and Jules Winnfield from Pulp Fiction. The guy that was tired of all these mother forking snakes on that mother forking plane, Samuel L. Jackson.  So anyhow one of the interesting things I read about him was that in 2006 he lent his voice for an audio book. Now here is the funny part the role he played was God in “The New Testament”. That’s right Samuel L Jackson is God. I can just hear it now. “That mother forking Judas betrayed my mother forking son.”  Another couple of cool things about him are that he goes to the theater to see all his movies with all of the paying customers, and he collects action figures of himself from movies he’s been in including Jules Winnfield, Shaft, Mace Windu, and Frozone. Sam Jackson is also a huge fan of comic books and anime. This would explain why he had no problem with Marvel Comics using his likeness for the Ultimate version of Nick Fury, and why he signed on to play Nick Fury in nine future movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fan favorite part of my blog the Random Bachelor Dare Card. Today’s card is:”Lick the Bar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is disgusting I would never accept that dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;428 words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5334517307343191459?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5334517307343191459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/sitting-in-airport-and-randomness-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5334517307343191459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5334517307343191459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/sitting-in-airport-and-randomness-that.html' title='Sitting in an airport and the randomness that ensues'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1757628221193579726</id><published>2009-04-25T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:53:16.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I was so drunk I ran into the shed</title><content type='html'>After reading Zoe’s blog today I came up with an idea for my own. I will know explain to you one of my drinking stories. This is not a challenge! However if anyone wants to write about a favorite drinking story feel free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I grew up in my grandparents’ house. My grandparents were snowbirds at the time so my family had the house to ourselves most of the year. Well my grandfather had a closet that had all kinds of liquor in it including vodka. Well every so often I would sneak a shot of vodka. This happened for a while and at one point my grandparents decided to start limiting the time they spent up in Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well half way through my senior year I went on a trip with the Concert Choir to Boston. While I was gone I got a call from my best friend telling me that he and my other buddy had helped my stepfather move out of the house in Cornersburg, OH to Akron so he could be closer to his job. This was the first step in the set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back my friends, my sister and I would just hang out in my back yard by a bonfire every night. My friends would help out around the house and in return my mom would buy them a case of beer. So many nights toward the end of my high school senior year were spent with my (at the time) two good friends drinking alcohol in my backyard in front of a bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good part. One night I completely raided the liquor closet; I took all the bottles out of there and brought them outside for some good drinking. Well my one friend thought it’d be a good idea to mix EVERYTHING we had to drink out there into one big Styrofoam cup and have me drink it all. He poured Vodka, Lime flavored Vodka, Sloe Gin, beer, Pepsi, wine coolers, and other stuff I can’t remember since it was about twelve years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I drank most of It, what I didn’t drink was spit into the fire because it was “cool to watch the flames go whoosh”.  After a while they had me get up to go get some more wood for the fire. The wood pile was on the other side of our shed, so after getting up, and probably being pretty damn buzzed, I walked over to get the wood. On the way to the pile I thought it’d be funny if I made it sound like I ran into the shed. So as I passed by the shed I hit the door with my hand, and proceeded to grab the firewood. When I got back to the fire they all started laughing at me thinking I did run into the shed. To this day there is still a debate as to who is right them or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the story of how I was so drunk I ran into the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for everyone’s favorite part of the blog, The Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day. Today’s card is: “Speaking in an obviously fake accent, explain to a hot girl that you’re a tourist from another country, and wonder how the locals kiss — can she show you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be an interesting one to get, and with enough alcohol in me and if the prize for winning was good enough I’d do that dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;588 words. Not bad especially since the lower limit is 400.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1757628221193579726?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1757628221193579726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-was-so-drunk-i-ran-into-shed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1757628221193579726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1757628221193579726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-was-so-drunk-i-ran-into-shed.html' title='How I was so drunk I ran into the shed'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1812171643691052362</id><published>2009-04-23T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:28:31.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepsi</title><content type='html'>Today I was going back and forth trying to figure out what to blog about tonight, but it just now hit me. As some of you know I have a dog by the name of Pepsi. So you can have a better visual here is a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/SfE8unIqzII/AAAAAAAAACQ/64nkYlrieyE/s1600-h/pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/SfE8unIqzII/AAAAAAAAACQ/64nkYlrieyE/s320/pepsi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328106605632998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into the story I should probably describe his personality. Pepsi is a lovable and loving dog that under normal circumstances wouldn’t hurt a fly. We have to other dog one of them being a puppy, when we first got the puppy he would play with her constantly by chasing her around and letting her chase him around. Now keep in mind this puppy is about a quarter to half his size. Well one day while chasing her he accidently stepped on her, after that he stopped playing with her for a while unless she really provoked him. In the past we’ve had a friend bring their baby over and he sniffed him but that was all and he was just so gentle towards him. He loves to give and mainly receive hugs. Sometimes, even though he weighs like close to fifty pounds, he’ll jump on my lap and sit there for me to give him attention and hugs, and at night he usually sleeps right outside my bedroom door to “protect me”. So all in all he is pretty much just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how today I warmed up a quick easy prepackaged type meal. It was supposed to be chicken, gravy and mashed potatoes. I took one bite and could not eat anymore it tasted so bad. So I gave it to him and walked away. Well I noticed he was having troubles with it so I was going to take it and just put it in his bowl to make it easier for him. I walked up to him and he started to growl at me and bark like he was ready to attack me. So I smacked his butt and he grew louder. This made me even angrier so I backed away and yelled at him and told him to get which thankfully he listened I picked up the container and made him go out on the back porch for an hour or so. The thing that gets me is after doing this I felt sick, not sick ill but more like a punch in the stomach sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of him being out there I let him back in and scolded him verbally. I could tell his was sorry and latter on he even jumped on my lap for hugs. So I did feel better after we made up, but it was just such a weird feeling I got from punishing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I just found two more things that some young people do that drive me crazy. The first one is when you drive by them and they have their car windows up and you have yours up but yet you can still clearly hear their music. The other thing I noticed today was when, and this mainly guys, they seem to grab and hold on to the middle region of their pants, if you get my family friendly way of saying it. Why in the world do they do that? What do they think they’re advertising or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and now for the Random Bachelor Dare Card: “Regardless of what song is playing, invite a cutie to dance the Macarena.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could actually be fun. Oh crap now I have that song stuck in my head. “Hey Macarena!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;601 words. Not too bad for a blog about my dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1812171643691052362?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1812171643691052362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-was-going-back-and-forth-trying.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1812171643691052362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1812171643691052362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-was-going-back-and-forth-trying.html' title='Pepsi'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/SfE8unIqzII/AAAAAAAAACQ/64nkYlrieyE/s72-c/pepsi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2815272342014721187</id><published>2009-04-23T00:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:23:21.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My upcoming hectic week (Warning slight UN-family friendly part in the cards)</title><content type='html'>For my fellow WARP bloggers yes I know I skipped a day, but pretty much so have most if not all of you and some of you more than one day. Any way I just came to the conclusion that I am going to have one hell of a hectic week coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday my younger sister comes home after going to Korea to teach English for about a year. I have got to admit when she first left I did not realize how much I will miss her. She and I have been pretty close in the past. Growing up we used to hang out once in a while and our friend circles usually intertwined in fact one of my friends dated both her and one of her friends, not at the same time of course. There were times when we were smaller that we would take a day and just disappear we would walk to the restaurant up the corner from our house and eat and just hangout to get away from the family. However after the rest of our family moved to Akron we kind drifted apart. She at first moved down to Tampa and my best friend and I lived in my grandparent’s house that didn’t last too long though, and I moved into my own apartment while she moved back in with my mom. On weekends I’d bring her down so she could see her friends and do things like spork people’s lawns and other crazy stuff. Then I moved back in with my parents and we would briefly see each other. Then I was forced to move down to Florida and she stayed up in Ohio. After a few years I moved back up to Ohio however I rarely went to see her. After I moved back to Florida she followed about a year or so later. Then she moved out and after a while moved back in and not long after moving back in she left for South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have all of my finals that I have to cram in to two days on Monday and Tuesday, hopefully; I still have to ask my professor about taking my final early.  The only reason I have to cram everything into two days is because I’m leaving on Tuesday night to go to a Festival known as FPG. I have heard many interesting and wonderful things about this festival. Then best part is I won’t be back until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However with me being gone for so long I’m almost afraid of how the house will look when I get back. Mostly though I’m not looking forward to getting attacked by dog on Sunday because I know he’ll miss me a lot and when I get back he probably won’t leave me alone for at the very least an hour. I’ll miss him though too so I know I will cherish that hour immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough with that now let’s get to my favorite part of the blogs, The Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day. Since I missed yesterday however I give you guys a treat. Two cards for the price of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First card of the day is: “Tell a hottie you’d pay $5 to see her do a Blow Job. The drink, that is. (Don’t be cheap — buy her the drink and pay up after she downs it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that was a little on the not family friendly side, but would probably be fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bonus card: “Moon a group of pretty young things for a full ten seconds.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that does not sound like a safe one to do; in fact if I got this card I would not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another collection of random thoughts by me, Spence. I hope you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;652 words (not too bad but close enough to 400)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2815272342014721187?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2815272342014721187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-upcoming-hectic-week-warning-slight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2815272342014721187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2815272342014721187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-upcoming-hectic-week-warning-slight.html' title='My upcoming hectic week (Warning slight UN-family friendly part in the cards)'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-1499816036870281460</id><published>2009-04-21T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:08:41.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Ways to know you've been single for WAY too long</title><content type='html'>Well you guys are in for a treat because I’ve decided to go with my original plans for today’s blog thanks mainly to my dog Pepsi. I was pretty enraged thanks to my jackass step-father, but after giving my dog a nice big comforting hug my anger seemed to go away and I was able to put back my ugly side, but that’s a story for another day. Today’s blog is about being a single guy for WAY too long and the signs to let you know that you fall in to this category. By the way this is in many ways a jab at myself so don’t think I’m talking about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that will happen is your one to ten scale goes through some changes. Now don’t get me wrong this can easily be a good thing because if you don’t alter it you will never lose your status of being single. Take for example myself: before it used to be a complete turn off if a girl smoked however that changed gradually and now it’s not an issue with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way to tell is when you see a woman from far away, like say going into a gas station while you are at a gas pump, and thinking to yourself that she looks hot. Then when you go into the gas station and get a close up look at her and realize she isn’t that great looking and continue on your way then after she passes you again you say to yourself she isn’t that bad looking. When that happens it’s a sure sign that you’ve been single for WAY too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If most of the women you see while walking around the school are eights or higher, it’s a good chance that you have been single for WAY too long. Heck if you go in to your first day of class and hope that there are some cute women in your class it’s a good chance that you have been single for WAY too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be asking yourself “What makes Spence such an authority on being single for WAY too long?”  Well that’s an easy question. You see I’m 30 years old and in my entire life I’ve been in .5 relationships. Now I’m sure you are wondering “How can someone be in .5 relationships?” Wow I’m glad you asked. You see back in high school, I think it was my sophomore year in fact, I had a friend who was having a problem getting rid of his ex-girlfriend who was being a little clingy in his mind so I made the suggestion of setting me up with her. We went to lunch after that and when I came back my friends told me that I was officially going out with her. So after eating lunch I went over to talk to her for a little bit to get to know her and after lunch we went our separate ways. The next morning my friend gives me a break-up note from her. Now considering this relationship lasted oh say only a few hours not even twenty-four hours at that, I personally don’t count it. On the other hand she does count it, so since only half of us count it, it’s only half of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep some things in mind first of all every single one of these could go for women as well. Secondly please I beg of you do not take this as an invite to try to fix me up with anyone. Where I’m at right now in my life I’m not looking for a woman, if one should happen across my path then I would not turn a way but please do not put one in my path. Finally this was intended to be a light hearted blog as opposed to yesterday’s blog this was all meant to be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for what really does seem to be a fan favorite part of my blog the Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s card is: “Offer to buy a drink for the first girl who delivers her thong to you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I told you there was some interesting one’s in that deck. That one could be funny to watch and who knows maybe even could lead to something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;728 words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-1499816036870281460?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1499816036870281460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/ways-to-know-youve-been-single-for-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1499816036870281460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/1499816036870281460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/ways-to-know-youve-been-single-for-way.html' title='Ways to know you&apos;ve been single for WAY too long'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-97592344390073666</id><published>2009-04-20T01:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:47:04.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance and some other random stuff</title><content type='html'>Ok well this should be a real interesting blog because I will be covering many topics it was only going to be one but someone just had to ask a couple of questions. So for my first portion it comes with a warning to any young ones. You see some young people may get a tad upset about some of the things I may say but I can pretty much guarantee that most if not all adults will agree with me on some of these subjects however some kids who read this may agree but that’s just due to good parenting. Anyhow if you feel that you may be offended by my topic then just scroll down a few paragraphs where I will be talking about the other subjects, movies and teenage love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you still with me I’m going to be talking about ignorance. Now when I say that I’m not talking intelligence I’m talking attitudes. I’ve been throwing this topic around in my head for a while now but then it was called something else. After yesterday and a little bit this morning it evolved. Yesterday my friends and I were cleaning up the park and had started to setup in the only shelter in the park. We had our banner proudly hung displaying our efforts to keep the park clean. We were putting our blood, sweat, and tears (or at least blood and sweat not sure about the tears part) in to cleaning it when a group of people came and without asking anyone in our group proceeded to take down our banner. When approached about it they proceeded to get ignorant about it saying that they had a reservation which would have been fine if they stopped there however from what I heard they proceeded to make threats of bodily injury to some of our members. Personally I think that may have been due to the fact of looking at those members and being frightened of them for various reasons. Well we finally settled things with them peacefully mainly because we were the better (read not ignorant) people. Well things were ok until in my mind the rest of the ignorant young people came. They proceeded to blast their stereos and their rap music walking around with their pants below their asses showing the world their underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now here’s the part where I start to sound old. First off they call what they listen to music? That is not music. I have nothing against rap but most of the stuff they play nowadays is far from rap. When I was growing up we had the good stuff NWA, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, LL Cool J, and even Run DMC. Most of the things they rapped about were smoking or sipping on Gin and Juice (laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind {oops sorry there I just couldn’t resist}) and the best part was they had a little something called a melody. Nowadays, from what I can understand, they talk about being thugs and pimps doing nothing but bragging about what they own.  Which leads me to the other thing about today’s generation. Why the hell do they think we want to see their underwear? After all there is a reason it is called underwear that’s because you are supposed to wear it UNDER your pants. Now I don’t know if this is true or not but I heard somewhere that this was a fad that got started in jail, you see apparently in jail when you wear your pants like it meant you belonged to somebody, and when some rapper got out of jail they started wearing their pants like that and it caught on. Now don’t get me wrong I have no problems with that but I’m not so sure that they would be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to another sign of ignorance now it wasn’t anything that happened yesterday but it still bugs me and that is prejudice. Now we all know that prejudice is not something that is limited to skin color. There are people out there that will condemn you for many reasons all due to one thing you are different than them or even different than the norm. One prime example of this is when people hear that we are pagans they immediately assume many things about us that are false. “Ooo you’re pagan you must be a devil worshiper.” Or even “You’re a witch huh? Well don’t go turning me into a frog or anything”.  Of course there is my favorite “You are a witch? Well may God Bless you and prevent you from going to hell.” People do the world a favor and read and learn about us before making assumptions and discriminating us from doing things because of our religion. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, now that the serious part is out kids you can start reading again. So the first question was do you think your teen would know if they were in love? Well I don’t have any kids but I do think that it’s possible for kids at a young age to find their true love. This is mainly due to the fact that I am a romantic person and sometimes even have a sort of radar for that kind of stuff.  Too bad it doesn’t work for me but when do any cosmic things work for one self. Any how the second question asked was what movie do you hold above all other as your favorite? Well for me this was a simple choice, The Princess Bride. This movie has everything in it sword fights, pirates, comedy, action, and there was one more thing that made it great um let me think oh yeah true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for everybody’s favorite part the Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day. Today’s card is: “Tell a gal a dirty joke. If she doesn’t laugh, keep telling dirty jokes till she does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow yet another lame one. I promise that these can and will get better but at least I’m weeding out the lame ones first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow sorry people I guess I got a little too carried away with this 1028 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-97592344390073666?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/97592344390073666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/ignorance-and-some-other-random-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/97592344390073666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/97592344390073666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/ignorance-and-some-other-random-stuff.html' title='Ignorance and some other random stuff'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7644545145029699605</id><published>2009-04-18T17:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:43:55.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paganism'/><title type='text'>How I got into Paganism</title><content type='html'>So apparently there was another challenge that put out there that I skipped over. Sorry my mistake. Anyhow this challenge was how you first became a pagan. Well I sorta had a lot of help from many people namely my younger sister. She was a part of the Phoenix Council long before I was. She would speak about paganism quite a bit and at the time I was just sort of not really caring about religion at all. Then one day she invited me over to play some Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons. I figured what the hell I’ve always wanted to play so why not. Well that night I met four wonderful people (and one not so great but I won’t delve into that) who would change my life forever and become some of my closest friends. Anyhow I would listen to them as they talked about paganism and its various aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then my sister told us that she was going to be leading a ritual and asked us to come and watch. Well I figured why not. This ritual she did was the 2007 Beltaine ritual. I sat outside and watched and started to think this is pretty cool. After that I stuck around to see some more rituals. I went to a Samhain ritual and barely met another future friend even though I barley remembered him being there however there was pictures so we at the very least were both there. After that I was invited to go to a Yule celebration, and I got to watch and enjoy that. However, even though I did nothing other than stick close to the only person I knew there, my name was put into some controversy and I wasn’t even a part of any groups which was funny.  This whole time every so often my friend was dropping hints trying to get me to join the Phoenix Council. After that it wasn’t long before I made the decision to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I joined I still watched from the outside trying to learn what I could for fear of looking bad and messing up, but when it came time for the 2008 Ostara ritual/ toga party send off for my sister who was leaving for South Korea I participated in my first circle. Then came Beltaine 2008 where not only did I participate but I for the first time I called a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as any myths or anything like that the only thing I didn’t know was the difference between a witch and a warlock. However I now know that a warlock is someone that is pretty much a cast out.  A witch is a magick user. In a nutshell at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for everyone’s favorite part and mine the random Bachelor Dare Card. Today’s card is: “Go up to a cutie and say in your smoothest voice, ’I just love you {insert wrong color eyes here} eyes!’ When she corrects you, wink and say, ’Sorry I’m colorblind.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously now that seems pretty lame don’t get me wrong I’d love to get that card but as you’ll see there are some dares that are pretty out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another bunch of pure randomness produced by me Spence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;529 words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7644545145029699605?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7644545145029699605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-got-into-paganism.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7644545145029699605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7644545145029699605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-got-into-paganism.html' title='How I got into Paganism'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-150044359059692604</id><published>2009-04-17T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:44:50.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WARP'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Ok so yesterday I answered the challenge of steelwitch and put a new theme challenge out for everyone. So since I made the challenge I’d say it’s pretty fair that I follow it. The theme I put out there was family and what does it mean to you. So let me just access the save file I made in my brain last night and explain what family means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all to me family does not only include the people you are related to. Family really stands for those people that are closest to you. The people whom if they were to suddenly leave your life completely, forever, for whatever reasons it would leave a huge gaping hole in your heart.  Personally I have many people in my life right now that would fall under that category.  So I will go through them, trying to leave out names where I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first start with the people I’m related to. First one that pops in my head is my mother. My mother is one of the best people you will ever know. I can honestly say that I’ve always had the cool mom, the mom that everyone loves. I think the best quality of my mom is that she is unjudging, meaning that she don’t care if you are white, black, green, Pagan, Christian, a follower of the big blue shoe, gay, straight, or whatever she will not judge you until she gets to know you on the inside; which I’m proud to say I think I’ve picked that quality up from her. Then we have my Grandma she is the world to me. She will do anything she can to help out her children and grandchildren. My father is another one I’m kinda close to and would feel pain if something happened to him, however I don’t know him as well as I would like to, but look forward to his visits. I also have two wonderful sisters who mean the world to me. We have my youngest sister, who well the best way to describe her is she is extremely headstrong. I’m hoping to get her going to school and possibly not being as lazy as she has been lately. Then we have my younger/ middle sister (I’m the oldest of three) who actually plays double duty because not only is she my sister but she is also my coven mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my fellow coven mates I think I’ll start on the people I consider family that are not related to me. I’ll start off with someone who I would best describe as a big sister. She is a great and caring person and has three wonderful children that I also feel close to. Then we have the tech guy he is a brother to me and I look forward to learning many things both from him and beside him. The next one is someone I also consider a sister she has been there for me many times emotionally when I’ve needed her and is a true friend. I can’t forget her husband he is another like all the rest that I can turn to for guidance in many things and is also a fellow techie. Someone else whom I consider a good friend and brother would be my friend and fellow geek whom I’m learning many things from including Dreamweaver. Finally but far from least would be my best friend whom unfortunately lives in Ohio. I miss him very much and enjoyed tiny bit of time with him when I visited him for a few days this summer. He is truly a great friend and brother. We have been through many things over the years including his many bands that I had the pleasure of roadieing for. I just hope that someday soon he and his family can come down here to visit and meet all of my wonderful friends I have made in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is what family is to me. The funniest thing is my inspiration for this theme is the latest episode of Heroes. Anyhow now for the fun part my Random Bachelor Dare Card of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s random card is: “Walk up to a chick drinking a beer and say, ’I bet I can chug my beer faster than you’”&lt;br /&gt;Wow that one was kinda lame oh well hopefully tomorrow I’ll have a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been another group of random thoughts from me, Spence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count 738. Eat that people almost double the required amount HaHaHa. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-150044359059692604?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/150044359059692604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/150044359059692604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/150044359059692604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2124511424892748048</id><published>2009-04-16T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:53:14.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apollo</title><content type='html'>I was reading the blog of one of my competitors today and he came up with a great idea and challenged each of us to tell about our God and or Goddess. Well I have no problem with that. I’ll just have to make a save file in my brain for the topic I planned on doing today and suggest it for the next theme, but I’ll throw that out there later in the blog. Now then since I’m still a little new in my following I don’t know too much about my god but I’ll do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo is the Greek God of the Sun; truth and prophecy; archery; medicine and healing; music, poetry, and the arts, animal welfare, and so on. He is the son of Zeus (boy did HE get around) and Leto, and the twin brother of Artemis (who it seems is not too fond of men).  One of his messengers, as I have recently found out, is the hawk. Yeah nothing like driving down your street and looking up to see a hawk staring down at you from the telephone wire he’s sitting on or standing around outside cleaning your BBQ grill and not only seeing a hawk fly overhead but hearing it call out to me. This is actually how I kinda sorta figured out that I should be worshiping Apollo. Although after I thought about it, it made sense. I love music, the arts, and pretty much all entertainment; I love animals; and I must admit I’m pretty fond of the sun.  Some other animals that are sacred to Apollo are wolves, dolphins, swans, cicadas, ravens, crows, snakes, and mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a story about him, this is difficult since there are so many good ones. Let’s see here, well this story involves Hermes and Zeus as well but it is pretty good and deals with the inventing of one of Apollo’s most famous symbols, the lyre.&lt;br /&gt;Hermes was born on Mount Cyllene in Arcadia. The story is told in the Homeric Hymn to Hermes. His mother, Maia, had been secretly impregnated by Zeus. Maia wrapped the infant in blankets but Hermes escaped while she was asleep. Hermes ran to Thessaly, where Apollo was grazing his cattle. The infant Hermes stole a number of his cows and took them to a cave in the woods near Pylos, covering their tracks. In the cave, he found a tortoise and killed it, then removed the insides. He used one of the cow's intestines and the tortoise shell and made the first lyre. Apollo complained to Maia that her son had stolen his cattle, but Hermes had already replaced himself in the blankets she had wrapped him in, so Maia refused to believe Apollo's claim. Zeus intervened and, claiming to have seen the events, sided with Apollo. Hermes then began to play music on the lyre he had invented. Apollo, a god of music, fell in love with the instrument and offered to allow exchange of the cattle for the lyre. Hence, Apollo became a master of the lyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad story I’m sure I could find more but that’ll due for now. So now then since, as far as I know, I’m the first to answer this theme challenge I guess I’ll choose the next theme. Since a lot of us are as close as a family and many of us are close to our own blood-related families my theme is family and what does it mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the fun part of the blog the random bachelor dare card, if you don’t know what I’m talking about read my previous blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tonight’s random card is (drum roll) … “Convince the oldest guy in the bar to do a Liquid Viagra (Red Bull and Jägermeister).”  Wow that’s an interesting one, good luck in trying to figure out the oldest guy in the bar and convincing him to do a shot by that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another set of random thoughts from me Spence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and steelwitch 674 words here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2124511424892748048?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2124511424892748048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/apollo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2124511424892748048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2124511424892748048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/apollo.html' title='Apollo'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-2002028540019306954</id><published>2009-04-15T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:29:44.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Public Service To Any Best Men Out There</title><content type='html'>Now for something today that was completely random. I was cleaning out one of my junk drawers today and came across two very interesting things, my speech for my best friend’s wedding and a deck of cards with dares on them made for bachelor parties or just a random night of fun with the guys at a bar or club. So I figured as a service to any best men out there, since it is coming upon wedding season, I would share my speech with all of you and as a bonus I will pick one random card every blog post and share what the card says to do. So without further ado I give you my best man speech in its entirety. (Clears throat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who don’t know me my name is Dave Wouldyoulikeadrink. Please feel free to say hello and call me by my full name later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start out by saying that Mandy and I don’t know each other very well. However, in the time that I have spent with her I quickly understand why Eric has asked her to be his wife. Along with Mandy’s beautiful looks comes a truly genuine person with a big heart, gentle soul, and a great sense of humor, and I know that everyone here will agree when I say that Mandy, you look very beautiful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what can I say about Eric? Well he is witty, funny, handsome, strong, and … and … uh … (look at Eric the groom) Eric, what’s this word say? Sorry man I can’t read your writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the duties of the best man are not to be taken lightly, and I’m sure you’ll all agree that my first duty getting Eric to the church, sober on time and eventually married was a complete success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, not only is he my best friend, but I love Eric Lazlo-Jacque Szijj as if he were my brother. Eric has been my closest friend for years now. Level- headed, bright, and with a genuine love for life, Eric is truly an inspiration. From his contagious laugh to his drunk-looking smirk he gets when something amuses him, he is always uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that faithful day when Eric met Mandy, we have all seen some changes in him. Eric seems to be the happiest I’ve seen him and I know that the only thing that could make him happier is to have a lifelong marriage to his new bride, celebrating the triumphs and tribulations with someone he holds so dear in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that Eric, you really are the best man here today and I want to tell you that you have always been like a brother to me. You truly are one of the best friends a man could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may not be the oldest, and I’m defiantly not the wisest here, but I have learned this: friends this good are truly hard to come by and I could ask for nothing more than Eric willingly provides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would everyone please raise your glasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to love. To those who seek it, may they find it. To those who’ve found it, may it be everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching ain’t it. So to all you best men out there trying to figure out a speech feel free to borrow that one and use it however you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now as promised here is tonight’s random Bachelor Dare card: “Take a shot from a pretty mama’s cleavage. (Be sure to ask first)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that’s an interesting one  I hope it’s not too R-Rated I am hoping to go for a little more PG-13 but if anyone doesn’t like it let me know and I’ll stop, but if everyone is ok with it I’ll go on until I finish the deck, which will be much more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-2002028540019306954?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2002028540019306954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-service-to-any-best-men-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2002028540019306954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/2002028540019306954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-service-to-any-best-men-out.html' title='A Public Service To Any Best Men Out There'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-818800662062063490</id><published>2009-04-15T00:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:20:31.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The craptastic school network/ about me</title><content type='html'>So I was at school today and had some extra time so I figured what the heck I’ll go online. That didn’t work out so well. Once I get past the home page I went to Yahoo and saw a cool news story, so I figured I’d click on it and read it. Guess again! I click on the link and it says Access Denied by the Network Administrator. So let me get this straight I can’t access a news story because it takes me the dreaded Yahoo Games? What the fork man! Then as I’m reading my e-mail instead of advertisements about different Yahoo services I see says Access Denied by the Network Administrator all along the sides and top of the page. What the hell is the purpose of this? Oh and in the past I’ve noticed that I can’t access My Space but I can access Facebook. Why the hell would they deny access to My Space?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although the one website that I was denied access to that really ticked me off was when I tried to access the Wizards of the Coast site while on my own personal laptop. Now I could understand if this was just on computers in the classroom or in the library that are owned by the school, but the computers in the lunch room? These are computers that are there for fun.  Is it really that hard for people whose job it is to run the school’s network to only restrict certain computers access to sites? All’s they would have to do is tell the network to deny access to whatever sites they wanted for only those MAC addresses of the computers in the classrooms, library, and labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow now that I’ve gotten that off my chest I thought about it and well sure some of the people reading my blog may know me but there could be some of you who may not so I’ll tell a little about myself. I am thirty years old and a college student learning to be a web designer, so that one day I could go anywhere I wanted to and not have to worry about my job because I’d take my job with me. I’m originally from North-Eastern Ohio. I grew up in a small suburb of Youngstown called Austintown. Then after not doing so well on my own I moved in with my family in Stow, Ohio at the age of twenty-two. After living there for a year my mother and stepfather decided to move down to Florida. Unfortunately I had no real choice in the matter and had to go with them. So at age 24 I was picking up everything and moving to Florida leaving behind all my friends. When I got down to Florida after waiting almost a year for our new house to be built I got a job at old reliable, McDonald’s, I worked there for a good couple of years until I saved enough money to move back to Ohio. I lived with my best friend and his fiancé for a few months until a saved enough money to get my own apartment.  However my time in Ohio was shorter than I planned.  After about eight months of trying to make it on my own I decided I couldn’t do it so I moved back to Florida and now here I am today. I’ve made many friends down here in Florida and try to keep in contact with my friends in Ohio as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I could go into more detail I’ve bored you all enough for now. Maybe in the future I’ll talk about my time being a roadie for my best friend’s band One Breath or my time as a convenience store clerk, let’s just say Kevin Smith wasn’t far off with the movie clerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway this has been another set of random thoughts from me, Spence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-818800662062063490?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/818800662062063490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/craptastic-school-network-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/818800662062063490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/818800662062063490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/craptastic-school-network-about-me.html' title='The craptastic school network/ about me'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-7863366161137918430</id><published>2009-04-14T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:18:30.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived</title><content type='html'>After thinking about my grandfather yesterday and reading my friend Lady Gwendlyn’s blog about her mother I have been inspired to do something I thought I would not do but it somehow seems appropriate. About a year ago my grandfather passed away and to help get my feelings out I posted a blog on My Space, well I’m going to repost the blog here now as a loving tribute to The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived, Mario Terrigno. Without him and his influence and teachings I doubt I’d be the man I am today. So here it is my blog from last year in its entirety:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3 PM today, May 11 2008, the world lost a great man, my grandfather Mario Terrigno. He was a great man with a huge heart, if you were in need of anything he would not only give you the shirt off his back but give you his last $10 that he could not afford just to see that you were no longer in need. Even if he was sick he'd make an effort to help you out. Even though he was sick and in pain he never let anyone know, even in his last days. When he was healthy he would run around being Mr. Fixit for everyone. He built an entire upstairs of a house from just the frame work, he even added on an entire room to his house at one point. Up until this past year he was very active in everything and he was in his 80's too if I’m not mistaken. He is the one true father figure I've always had in my life. It's because of him that I am the man I am today a loving caring guy who will almost always turn the other cheek. He was also a loving husband to my grandmother for 60+ years. Not only was he a great grandfather and husband but also a great father to both his son (my uncle) and his daughter (my mom) and would help them out with anything no matter what. So I write this a part of my grieving to a beloved husband of my grandma, to a wonderful father of my mom and uncle, to a outstanding grandfather of six grandchildren who will all miss him deeply, but most of all to a great wonderful saintly man who I am proud to say to I will always love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Mario Terrigno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know my blogs have been on the joking side, sort of, but today I felt I had to do this. Tomorrow I’m sure it’ll be back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-7863366161137918430?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7863366161137918430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-greatest-man-who-ever-lived.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7863366161137918430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/7863366161137918430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-greatest-man-who-ever-lived.html' title='For The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-8386152675506162912</id><published>2009-04-13T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:23:06.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage is a Killer</title><content type='html'>Well I guess Apollo was looking out for me today because I almost died many times today. I’m exaggerating of course but still I’ve never been so scared before in my life. What could bring on this terror? It’s a simple formula. My youngest sister plus road rage times PMS equals sheer terror. Today we were on our way to my grandmother’s house for Easter and as we were driving down US 19 cars would pull in front of her and go slow, the nerve. Well she proceeded to ride their @$$ and violently yell at them until she could get into the next lane. This went on most of the drive down to my grandmother’s house, all the way from Spring Hill to Tarpon Springs.  Meanwhile I’m forced to also listen to my step-sister attempt to sing. I just wish I had the heart to tell her she’s tone deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at my grandmother’s house I had a good time even though most of it I was in the kitchen cooking the ham, while sitting at the table doing homework and trying to get my grandma’s computer to run so I could go online and get some tax forms for my mom. Her computer made me even more appreciative of my laptop in sheer speed alone. The best part was after I finally got the Internet working and downloaded the tax forms I found out that my grandma didn’t have Adobe Reader on her computer. So I spent about another hour or so downloading Adobe. Dinner was fantastic. However in the corner of my mind I had my Grandpa on my mind since last Easter was the last Holiday we got to celebrate with him. We all miss him tremendously. He was the best man I will ever know and I can only hope of being half the man he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the drive home was about as bad as the drive there except for one thing. My mom and I made the mistake of trying to tell my sister not to ride people @$$es and to stop whipping in and out of lanes. Let’s just say my mom and I are both lucky to still have our heads in tact after getting them bit off by my sister. So apparently even though we’ve been driving longer than her we can’t tell her to be careful and safe.  I’ll try to remember that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here writing this brings to mind a time last year when I was driving to my grandparent’s house and had my other sister in the backseat trying to be a backseat driver. Wow it’s funny how it all comes full circle. Sorry Dustie.&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been another set of random thoughts from me, Spence (the future WARP 2009 champion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different and unrelated note: MMMMMMMMMMM Peeps Bunnies. I just love biting their heads off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-8386152675506162912?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8386152675506162912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-rage-is-killer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8386152675506162912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/8386152675506162912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-rage-is-killer.html' title='Road Rage is a Killer'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-5072699649303621081</id><published>2009-04-12T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:06:56.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Officer Jack@$$</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I know that most police officers are great people and they are not all like the ones that I am about to describe. I mean no disrespect towards police officers in any way shape or form. This is just a rant about a single type of police officer.&lt;br /&gt;Well last night I came across one of my biggest peeves, a jack@$$ police officer. I’m driving down US 19 on my way home from dropping off some friends after doing a full moon ritual, and a New Port Richey police officer turns into my lane. Well as soon as I see him I turn on my cruise control and set it to 40 since the speed limit is 45 just to be safe. He decides to follow me for about five miles and then goes to pass me. Ok no problem let him pass me right? Well guess what after he passes me he slows down. Well since I never turned off my cruise control I end up passing him. I know you never pass a cop but I figure I’m not speeding so there should be no harm in it. Well as soon as I pass him he pulls behind me turns on his lights. So I pull over and give him my license thinking, “What the hell did I do?” After he goes through the whole spiel asking me if I’ve dunk anything and all that ship he tells me his reason for pulling me over. His reason? My license plate was dirty. Yes you read that right I was pulled over because I had a dirty license plate. What the hell is wrong with this guy? I did nothing wrong, which is more than likely why he didn’t give me a ticket, but he just pulls me over because he felt like it? It’s three o’clock in the morning I’m sure there are plenty of drunk drivers out there, but he pulls me over. What a JACK@$$!!! &lt;br /&gt;On a side note somehow yesterday’s blog was successful in making progress at home. Today my jack@$$ of a step-father went out and rented a rug doctor. I spent most of the day today cleaning up around the house WITH help. Yes that’s right he cleaned the house today. He was doing the carpets today, we put up boxes in the attic, and he even did the bathroom and kitchen floors. There must have been some magick in that blog because a miracle happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you enjoyed another set of my random thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-5072699649303621081?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5072699649303621081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/paging-officer-jack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5072699649303621081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/5072699649303621081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/paging-officer-jack.html' title='Paging Officer Jack@$$'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-4466967176251397607</id><published>2009-04-10T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:22:14.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a housekeeper!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I’m glad of one thing. This blogging competition hasn’t started yet. For those of you who are happening upon my blog and know nothing about this competition, in a few weeks there will be a blogging competition that I am partaking in one of the rules is that posts must be 24 hours apart and by the time this is posted it will be long past my last post. Anyhow now for my blog&lt;br /&gt;Well just recently I came upon some sad news. For a while now I was under the impression that I was living in a house with four adults and a teenager. Well I just found out that I was wrong I live in a house with two adults and three babies.  That’s what it feels like anyhow. My mom and I are the only ones around the house that does any house work and I must say it’s getting old quick. It seems like the big excuse for everyone is that I can do it since I don’t have a job. Ok let me see here I go to school twice a week, am very active in my local community including running a website (http://phoenixprojects.org)  , and still have to find time to do homework. So how do I have the time to do everything around the house?&lt;br /&gt;Then we have my mom she works every night overnight and then has to come home and do things like clean-up dog poop and sometimes urine, clean the dishes and even sometimes vacuum the floors instead of going to bed .I know that I should and usually do, do these chores however my mother and I should not be the only ones! We have three other capable people living in our house and when my jack@$$ of a step-father and my step-sister moved back in they brought an entire apartment full of junk with them. This means we have boxes and boxes of stuff piled in our living room and in front of our front door making it difficult to open it.&lt;br /&gt;We have my youngest sister living there she is 19 years old and sometimes acts like she is 60 years old. She comes home from work at McDonald’s and is too tired to do anything around the house however she is not too tired to go and hangout with her friends and go to the movies with her sister, my step sister. She sometimes will go out and not let us know if she is taking her puppy with her.  How are we supposed to puppysit when we don’t know the puppy is home?&lt;br /&gt;Then we have my step sister. She does nothing all day she’s home except stay in her room. However she seems to enjoy making big messes and not cleaning them up. I’m at the point where I hate going into my bathroom which used to be my place of zen where I could come up with ideas but now it’s a wreck with hair all over the place and Proactive stains on the counter. Not to mention the fact that most if not all the dog poop is from her dog. Since when did I become a house keeper for a 15 year old?&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have my step father. During the week he has an excuse he is at work from early morning until about 7 or 8 at night. However, on the weekends does he do any work around the house? NO! He stays in his room all weekend and sleeps so not a forking thing gets done. We recently had a deep freezer that was accidently unplugged by him and who ends up emptying the literally stinking thing? My mom and me. When he isn’t sleeping around the house he’s working on his motorcycle.  What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I’d better stop my rant before it gets too long. Oh and Marisa if you ever read this I’m sorry ahead of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-4466967176251397607?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4466967176251397607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-housekeeper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/4466967176251397607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/4466967176251397607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-housekeeper.html' title='I&apos;m not a housekeeper!!!!!'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-3262777599029642507</id><published>2009-04-09T17:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:00:23.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Morons</title><content type='html'>Ok so I’m in my Intro to Astronomy class today and we were “trying to” do a review for our test on Tuesday. Yeah that worked out well. It started out fine until this one girl kept on asking question after question after question. Normally I wouldn’t mind however she started going off topic and kept going off topic. What I don’t understand is how the hell the beautiful blonde girl that sits next to me and usually leaves half way through the class knows the material but the girl who’s there every class has to ask all kinds of questions for every single question on the review sheet. Why? Because she is a moron that’s why. She’d rather talk to the guy and girl behind her about her upcoming wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got the guy in the back row who I’d like to call a hypocritic person. You may be wondering, what a hypocritic person is. Well I’m glad you asked. A hypocritic person is someone who bitches, moans, and or complains about someone or something while at the same time are doing the exact same thing. For instance take this jack@$$ in my class. A few times during the review some girls were talking to each other. So what does he do? He burst out in the middle of class yelling about how we all paid money to be there and they are disturbing the class during the review. The funny thing is they were so quiet that we couldn’t hear them on our side of the room of the teacher giving the review. This guy was having a hard time paying attention to the professor because a few girls were “interrupting the class” and what does he do? He makes a big scene by yelling at the two girls for interrupting the class effectively interrupting the class himself. Hey hypocritical guy guess what? You’re a moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we have the lady who has to second guess everything the professor says about sci-fi stuff. He says wormholes are hypothetical, or in other words don’t exist. He says there is no such thing as alternate universes. All of these things are just made up by science fiction writers and have become existent only in science fiction; however this lady would love to have you think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we lost almost an entire class period due to her debating back and forth with the professor. Ok let’s see here lady you are a student learning astronomy. He is your professor. What makes you think you can debate with him about what is in the universe? He went through school already he knows everything there is to know about the stuff otherwise he would not be a professor. So guess what lady if you think you can debate about what is in space and what isn’t with a college professor and win. You are a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of you may be wondering what I do during class while all this is going on well that’s easy. I pay attention to the professor, take my notes/ do PowerPoint flash cards for the test, listen to the beautiful blonde girl next to me bitch about question girl, and sit back and watch the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been another set of random thoughts from Spence. I hope you enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/540160556790400342-3262777599029642507?l=dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3262777599029642507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-morons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3262777599029642507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/540160556790400342/posts/default/3262777599029642507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dspencerandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-morons.html' title='College Morons'/><author><name>Spence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11732211173095945741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TRxy5WlWJtw/TAiIXlgdMjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0M6c-L5uv5c/S220/facepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-540160556790400342.post-9182605869389710206</id><published>2009-04-08T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:01:53.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog (WCG Ultimate Gamer)</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is my first attempt at a blog so here it goes. I’ve been watching this new reality show on the Sci-Fi Channel and it’s pretty interesting. It’s called WCG Ultimate Gamer. It has twelve of the best gamers from all the country competing for the title of the Ultimate gamer, along with $100,00.00, a huge Samsung gamers package, and the opportunity to be the face of the World Championship Series the ultimate in video gaming competitions. The cool thing is each week they have a real life competition where the contestants do something that relates to the game of the week. For instance the first week the game was Rock Band2 so they were divided into three or four different bands and had to learn to play guitar, drums, and learn the vocals of the song “New kid in School” by The Donnas. The best part was the fact that they were going to be judged on how well they did the song by The Donnas. Anyhow after the challenge they go into the isolation chamber which just a white room with a TV and the game in it. After this the worst player in the rankings which are combined between the reel life and the isolation chamber has to go to the elimination round in “Samsung Stadium” and the best player gets to choose who faces them. The looser of the elimination round goes home. Well up until now there was a big rivalry between two of the guys in the house, Jamal and Dante. It all sort of started with Jamal doing some serious trash talking and just escalated from there to the point where Jamal would not stop talking bad about Dante and one week he was put into the elimination round and usually when this happens the some of the people in the loft that they all live in, which is co-ed with five girls and seven guys starting out, actually help out both people but this one time everyone helped out the girl he was competing against. Sadly he won and went on to play another day. Well this week it was Dante in the bottom spot and the person in the top spot chose Jamal to face off against him, since they were all tired of the constant bickering back and forth. Well unfortunately, in my opinion, Jamal won and Dante was eliminated. It just irks me that the biggest jack@$$ of the show is still on the show. Oh well at least the, once again in my opinion, best looking girl on the show, Ciji, is still on the show. 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