<?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-625626017034834555</id><updated>2012-02-08T23:01:11.695-08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Word Vomit'/><category term='No MSG'/><category term='nut'/><category term='Starving Artist'/><category term='Fighter Jets'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='I Quit Smoking'/><category term='SITREP'/><category term='Funny NO JOKE'/><category term='revolting'/><category term='MAYA the RPG'/><category term='Mental Jewelry'/><category term='Tips and Tricks'/><title type='text'>Scott Free</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes you just have to do it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6484931384313501327</id><published>2011-06-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:58:21.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips and Tricks'/><title type='text'>BURNT POPCORN NO MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your popcorn ALWAYS burn in your small microwave?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I have a surprise for you! Just think of how many times you have burnt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a bag of popcorn? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You know each bag is like a whole precious dollar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of a single week of cooking &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;popcorn, just imagine Burning like 3 of those bags. Seem like a reasonable number? Well then multiply that times 4 weeks to equal 1 month and then multiply THAT number by 12 to get...What? $42.00!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine taking 2 twenty dollar bills and one of those weird &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_two-dollar_bill"&gt;two dollar bills&lt;/a&gt;. Now just imagine taking those bills and setting them on fire in a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMAGINE BURNING A WHOLE $42.00 EVERY YEAR WITH GASOLINE OR KEROSENE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you realize what you can buy with $42.00? Well I'll just tell you what you can buy with $42.00!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/webhp?sa=N&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tab=lw#sclient=psy&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tbm=shop&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=%2442.00&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&amp;amp;fp=26e21bc21c823d34&amp;amp;biw=1259&amp;amp;bih=798"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE WHAT YOU CAN BUY WITH $42.00!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingelse.shop.ebay.com/Psychic-Paranormal-/102513/i.html?_catref=1&amp;amp;_fln=1&amp;amp;_ssov=1&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m282&amp;amp;_mPrRngCbx=1&amp;amp;_udlo=42&amp;amp;_udhi=42"&gt;CLICK HERE ALSO TO SEE WHAT YOU CAN BUY WITH $42.00!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT I FOUND OUT ABOUT HOW TO KEEP FROM BURNING YOUR POPCORN IN YOUR SMALL MICROWAVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT YOU DO IS YOU TAKE THE CORNERS OF THE BAG AND YOU FOLD THEM UP LIKE YOU ARE FOLDING AN AIRPLANE MAKING THE NOSE OF THE AIRPLANE AND YOU DO IT VERY LIGHTLY AND THIS WAY THE CORNERS OF THE BAG DON'T GET STUCK IN THE MICROWAVE AND BURN THE POPCORN. COULD IT REALLY BE THAT EASY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YES IT CAN WITH MY QUICK AND EASY TRICK YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6484931384313501327?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6484931384313501327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/06/burnt-popcorn-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6484931384313501327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6484931384313501327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/06/burnt-popcorn-no-more.html' title='BURNT POPCORN NO MORE!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3900604422136892784</id><published>2011-06-01T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:04:58.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Jewelry'/><title type='text'>I mean, actually, like, um, we've got, you know, right?</title><content type='html'>MEME (I didn't write this...it was the wikipede)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meme is an idea, behavior or style that spreads from person to person within a culture. While genes transmit biological information, memes are said to transmit ideas and belief information. The term meme was coined by Richard Dawkins in his book, The Selfish Gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meme acts as a unit for carrying cultural ideas, symbols or practices, which can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals or other imitable phenomena. Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes in that they self-replicate, mutate and respond to selective pressures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "meme" is a shortening (modeled on "gene") of mimeme (from Ancient Greek μίμημα Greek pronunciation: [míːmɛːma] mimēma, "something imitated", from μιμεῖσθαι mimeisthai, "to imitate", from μῖμος mimos "mime") and it was coined by the British evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins in The Selfish Gene (1976) as a concept for discussion of evolutionary principles in explaining the spread of ideas and cultural phenomena. Examples of memes given in the book included melodies, catch-phrases, fashion and the technology of building arches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advocates of the meme idea say that memes may evolve by natural selection in a manner analogous to that of biological evolution. Memes do this through the processes of variation, mutation, competition and inheritance, each of which influence a meme's reproductive success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memes spread through the behaviors that they generate in their hosts. Memes that propagate less prolifically may become extinct, while others may survive, spread and (for better or for worse) mutate. Memes that replicate most effectively enjoy more success. Some memes may replicate effectively even when they prove to be detrimental to the welfare of their hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A field of study called memetics arose in the 1990s to explore the concepts and transmission of memes in terms of an evolutionary model. Criticism from a variety of fronts has challenged the notion that scholarship can examine memes empirically. Developments in neuroimaging may however make empirical study possible. Some commentators question the idea that one can meaningfully categorize culture in terms of discrete units.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3900604422136892784?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3900604422136892784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-mean-actually-like-um-weve-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3900604422136892784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3900604422136892784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-mean-actually-like-um-weve-got-you.html' title='I mean, actually, like, um, we&apos;ve got, you know, right?'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-9046368928622675909</id><published>2011-04-11T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:04:33.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolting'/><title type='text'>Head cheese - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Head_cheese"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Wikipedia article&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/01/Schwartenmagen-hausmacher-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 509px; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/01/Schwartenmagen-hausmacher-w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Head cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or brawn is a cold cut originating in Europe. Another version pickled with vinegar is known as souse. Head cheese is not a cheese but a terrine or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meat jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(emphasis mine)&lt;/em&gt; made with flesh from the head of a calf or pig (sometimes a sheep or cow), and often set in aspic. While the parts used can vary, the brain, eyes and ears are often removed. The tongue, and sometimes even the feet and heart may be included. Head cheese may be flavored with onion, black pepper, allspice, bay leaf, salt, and vinegar. It is usually eaten cold or at room temperature as a luncheon meat. It can also be made from quality trimmings from pork and veal, adding gelatin to the stock as a binder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically meat jellies were made of the cleaned (all organs removed) head of the animal, which was simmered to produce stock, a peasant food made since the Middle Ages. When cooled, the stock congeals because of the natural gelatin found in the skull. The aspic may need additional gelatin in order to set properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisely half as disgusting as Blood Tounge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/59/Zungenwurst01-det.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 509px; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/59/Zungenwurst01-det.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood Tongue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or Zungenwurst is a variety of German head cheese with blood. It is a large head cheese that is made with pig's blood, suet, bread crumbs and oatmeal with chunks of pickled ox's tongue added. Has a slight resemblance to blood sausage. It is commonly sliced and browned in butter or bacon fat prior to consumption. It is sold in markets pre-cooked and its appearance is maroon to black in color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-9046368928622675909?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/9046368928622675909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/04/head-cheese-wikipedia-free-encyclopedia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/9046368928622675909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/9046368928622675909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/04/head-cheese-wikipedia-free-encyclopedia.html' title='Head cheese - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3881968303870039667</id><published>2011-01-25T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:37:11.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips and Tricks'/><title type='text'>Proper Telephone Etiquette</title><content type='html'>From Neurosurgeons to truck drivers... You should all follow these simple steps to reduce stress at work for yourself and those who happen to be there to help you on the other end of the line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Be ready when the other person says "Hello". Don't make them wait while you do something else or talk to someone else. If you are busy or have something else to do that is more important than the call, do it first then call. Calls to companies can take a long time on hold. Is the information you seek more easily accessible on the companies website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speak directly into the microphone with the earpiece on your ear, not using the speakerphone function. If you call someone from your cellphone while driving with your windows down and mumbling while using the speakerphone function, definitely expect someone to have to ask you to repeat yourself. When they do, and I can assure you they will, don't also use your sarcastic slow-mo replay function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Project your voice as much as possible so as to be heard. If you cannot do this or there is too much background noise, don't call. Write a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Enunciate your words and numbers clearly: 0 (zee-roe), 1 (wuh-nuh), 2 (too), 3 (ther-ee), 4 (foe-er), 5 (fie-vuh), 6 (sick-suh), 7 (seh-ven), 8 (aye-tuh) &amp;amp; 9 (nie-nuh). You know if your name is difficult for people to understand if they ask you to repeat it or to spell it several times. If you happen to have a name like that, enunciate it clearly at the beginning of the call when names are usually exchanged. Don't spell it to someone after you say it, instead wait until you are prompted to spell it. The pronunciation of a difficult name is not going to be aided by the spelling of it. If you have any accent at all, just understand that you may not be understood by someone else and that you will need to put some effort into your communication in order for it to be effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Use the proper telephone number rhythm. XXX (Area code)-XXX (Prefix)-XXXX (Subscriber number). If you don't know what that means, just listen to other people give their phone number to someone else and you will hear blah, blah, blah...blah, blah, blah...blah, blah...blah, blah. You can see how sometimes numbers like 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, etc. do not always translate over the phone well and only increase the difficulty of the call for the rep you are talking to. This is worse if you are in a hurry when you call. Just give the numbers out slowly and individually and not in a group and you won't go wrong. If referring to a dollar value, sometimes you have to say "seven-teen", or "eleven". Just make sure to enunciate properly and phonetically. Say "Seh-Ven-Teen" or "Ee-Lev-In" and not "sem-tee..." or "'lem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be AT LEAST as nice as the person you are talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Identify yourself as many times as you asked without any push back. Your account needs to be secure and if you are asked more than once, it is because the representative forgot your name and needs to verify the account, there is some problem with your name's spelling and pronunciation that the representative is being posed or account verification requires it. In any of these cases, it is your name and be proud of it enough to say it any time someone asks for it. Let it make you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't start the call with a list of demands. One thing at a time. Better yet, don't wait to call until you have a huge list of things to do, you will not feel they are resolved even if they are and you will have to call back to check the previous reps work anyway. Address as many things as possible immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person is unable to assist you don't dispute, don't be rude and don't call back immediately. If they can't do it, they can't do it. Ask them if there is someone you can write to about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't make an attempt at sarcasm, you are not funny and no one cares. The calls are recorded and someone will hear your comments and laugh or shake their head. It's just a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't say that you are going to call your lawyer. You probably won't, even if you have one. It's not worth it. If it is a big company, what they did or are doing is probably legal. If a contract is involved, just know that the contract is very wordy and you probably did not read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't ask for a supervisor. You just blew your chances of getting what you want. Especially don't demand a supervisor. This is not going to get you much at all, especially if you are rude about it. You will lose a lot of time from your day talking, waiting and you will not get what you want. Maybe, if you are lucky you will get 10% of what you want. The representative you bypassed was capable of doing more, but you did not have a case. Think of how many people call in and demand satisfaction. If reps didn't have the authority to give you what you want, they would not be answering the calls, the supervisors would. Supervisors would be taking as many calls as reps would and could not effectively supervise for sure. Considering all this, when you ask for the supervisor, you are really just saying that your demands are not reasonable to the company and you know it. Don't ask to complain to the supervisor, they are busy supervising. Instead, just ask for an address to write a formal complaint. You will get more out of it, I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't ever demand satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't ever expect instant gratification without a big cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't ever expect monetary compensation for your "inconveniences". You don't get compensation for your inconveniences when your arm is cut off. If you have insurance, you may have part of your medical bill paid for, but you will not be paid money because you lost an arm. Stand on a corner with a bucket and a sign and you will get more money that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't ever think that the person you are talking to likes their job. Even if they are friendly and helpful. Don't say "you people" when you talk to the rep, because, in all probability, the rep did nothing accept show up for work and get your call. Even if something happens and you are inconvenienced by the company for whatever reason, the person you are talking to didn't do it and probably doesn't like telling you why whatever it was that happened happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't ever think that the person you are talking to actually cares about your situation. Even if they show empathy. Unless it is a help line you are calling, don't tell them a dozen reasons why it shouldn't have happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't ever think that the person you are chatting up is actually enjoying your conversation. Usually, calls are timed and reps are graded in some way on how many calls they take per hour etc., so don't waste your time talking to someone that may or may not enjoy your conversation, even if it is to tell them how good a job they did. Don't ask to speak to their supervisor to tell them how good a job the rep did. Ask for an address to write to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't assume that the person that you are talking to is not taking your name and number for their own personal reasons. This is a fact. If you are angry at a company for doing you wrong and you are then rude to one of the employees because of it, how can you trust that that person in charge of your account with your CPNI (customer proprietary network information), contact number, address, SSN, last four of SSN, MSISDN, SIM, IMEI, IMSI and more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Be polite. Say please and thank you. Remember to keep things civil. If a rep is rude to you as a customer, don't use that as a reason to be rude back. If you say something like "I am going to have to ask you to please speak with me in a more polite and courteous manner." If you get push back, try "I understand that this is a complicated problem [for example], and I am grateful for what you have done for me so far, but I am needing help with this. If you are not capable of helping me in a polite manner, please let me know who I can contact to get this problem resolved". If you are then told that no one will be able to help you, mark the time &amp;amp; date, ask for an address to write a formal complaint, get the reps name and number if possible and write a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't just hang up when you get the information you need or the transaction is over. Say "Bye", "Have a good day", or whatever and don't be rude as you are hanging up by saying something hateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Consider who you are dealing with. Is this a reputable business? Is it something new? Should you just cut your losses and learn from your mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Don't say "thank god I got you, the last person I talked to was a foreigner!" or anything like that. If that is your feelings, keep them to yourself. You have the right to free speech, not the right to insult some one's nationality or to vocalize to a stranger your feelings on how another nationality is inferior to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS &amp;amp; TRICKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your kids quiet as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll up your car windows. (Better yet, don't call while driving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off with speakerphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provide your FIRST AND LAST NAME when asked, not your first name only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are asked for your first and last name, 9 times out of 10 it's not going to be "My name is on the account".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready to go when you call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call about your bill while you are driving and fussing at kids and ordering lunch at the drivethru. Or doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat while on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call from the toilet or the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared, have pencil and paper ready if you are calling for information. If your phone is not working, don't call from it. If it's not your phone that is not working, at least have the phone that is not working with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say "Hello" after every sentence as if you think the other person is just sitting there or the call has dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to get paid for being on call 3rd shift while sleeping and NOT get a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell people your life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be courteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make momma proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3881968303870039667?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3881968303870039667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-if-you-call-someone-from-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3881968303870039667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3881968303870039667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-if-you-call-someone-from-your.html' title='Proper Telephone Etiquette'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3922061836309782233</id><published>2011-01-18T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:59:51.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>Big changes are coming.  Change is good, right?</title><content type='html'>Hyper-tension.  Not exactly how I wanted to start out the year.  I am not proud to write about this here, but the time has come for me to really step up and make changes in my life.  Dieting, Exercise, Organization, Self Discipline, College and Time Management are to be my new goals.  I think that the Time Management is going to be the toughest one for me because it requires self discipline to follow it and it the time is to be spend dieting, exercising and studying.  Not the fun stuff like eating and wasting time.  Well, when I put it like that, it doesn't sound fun anyway.  Well, anyway; here goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3922061836309782233?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3922061836309782233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-changes-are-coming-change-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3922061836309782233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3922061836309782233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-changes-are-coming-change-is-good.html' title='Big changes are coming.  Change is good, right?'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1174280859809022969</id><published>2010-12-31T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:49:01.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Happy new year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1174280859809022969?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1174280859809022969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1174280859809022969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1174280859809022969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!!!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4717109403968224787</id><published>2010-12-28T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:28:39.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips and Tricks'/><title type='text'>Post first my is here</title><content type='html'>Here is my first post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4717109403968224787?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4717109403968224787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-first-my-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4717109403968224787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4717109403968224787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-first-my-is-here.html' title='Post first my is here'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3462861346837292771</id><published>2010-12-28T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:27:29.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got $50 dollars for christmas so I am going to use that to buy me a new fisher price keyboard to bend.  I plan on using it to create some dark ambient music.  I love listening to some hardcore now.  I am into that.  I got me some new Vans too.  I am growing out my hair.  Screw learning to play, I'm just going to do what sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guitars.musiciansfriend.com/product/Dean-Razorback-DB-Electric-Guitar?sku=514870#used"&gt;Here's my dream guitar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3462861346837292771?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3462861346837292771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-50-dollars-for-christmas-so-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3462861346837292771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3462861346837292771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-50-dollars-for-christmas-so-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1543112712933037006</id><published>2010-12-28T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:04:47.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i has to gonna fan off it blows my nose to itch the prickly hairz on moi fase they flip-de-flip and tikkle tikkle m'know-strills.  You are now entering a time zones that is packed full of chewed foodz and poppin'.  You are sniffin smells too.  If your tail is not waggin' now you shound maybe consider drinking some cawfee or twoo.  I don't like vegan foods and i will never say i am a vegan or a lutheran or a creampie.  I are in this right here an yoo are inside my computers lookins at me typee.  I wood appreciate if you would turnout the litz when youu are done in there it's tooo brite in here.  I am not lava, but I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to be some of that stuff.  that is a old beever with curlly wiskers an a fat tail.  big ol beever teeths chewin on logs and woods and partikle bords and stuf like that.  dog it is a licking and that can get out of hand sometimes.  It itches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1543112712933037006?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1543112712933037006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-has-to-gonna-fan-off-it-blows-my-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1543112712933037006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1543112712933037006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-has-to-gonna-fan-off-it-blows-my-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5562417727939615030</id><published>2010-12-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:57:03.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>Yo-Yo-Yo! Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Needless to say I am now + X.  I will not comment on the exact number.  I am okay with that.  Jennifer made some of the finest christmas treats I have ever tasted.  I know that I will for sure be back where I was in a few weeks.  Totally worth it.  I hope you had a happy holiday experience.  I sure did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5562417727939615030?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5562417727939615030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/yo-yo-yo-merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5562417727939615030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5562417727939615030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/12/yo-yo-yo-merry-christmas.html' title='Yo-Yo-Yo! Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5487834966441686818</id><published>2010-11-11T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:50:46.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Evil is an f-bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I learned a little something today about evil. I have learned that evil IS real and not just an invention of sick and twisted religions created by those wishing to control us. List all the despicable acts you can think of and explain how they are not somehow rooted in superiority. Thinking you are somehow better than or more deserving than others is basically evil. Are you serving others because you want to or because you want what your boss gives you? When you go home, don't you think to yourself..."this job would be great if it wasn't for the f-ing customers!"? Evil. Forcing numbers to make yourself look good, knowing full well that what you are doing affects the lives of other people negatively? Evil. I could go on, but I won't do it. Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5487834966441686818?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5487834966441686818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/11/evil-is-f-bomb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5487834966441686818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5487834966441686818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/11/evil-is-f-bomb.html' title='Evil is an f-bomb'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8035374485342813719</id><published>2010-10-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:52:48.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>-12</title><content type='html'>Well, so it's been a while... I have been in a real crapper of a mood for some time now. I have been doing this for a long time, not always actively pursuing it, but always on my mind. I have been on a plateau for so long, I can't remember when it started. I am finally below the 350 pound mark! I had been at 358 for as long as I remember and every time I got on the scales at work, I would make sure no one was looking and slide the counterbalance all the way to 350. This evening at work when I did this, it dropped. My first instinct was to think that the scales were not calibrated-or I am sick. Well, I have not been sick. I got home and immediately grabbed the scales Jennifer bought. I weighed again. 348 with my clothes and shoes on. How could this be? How come I am so shocked by having lost only at best 12 pounds? 350 was a biggie. I think I will make it now! I can do this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8035374485342813719?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8035374485342813719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/10/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8035374485342813719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8035374485342813719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/10/12.html' title='-12'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6256878515351539120</id><published>2010-08-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:50:04.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, you can build a crossfader pedal out of a stereo volume pedal. This is what I have been trying to do for at least 5 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6256878515351539120?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6256878515351539120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently-you-can-build-crossfader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6256878515351539120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6256878515351539120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/apparently-you-can-build-crossfader.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-60874365800532809</id><published>2010-08-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:56:46.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>hello fido, goodbye my-dough</title><content type='html'>Why do dog owners always get boned?&lt;br /&gt;[file under bad attempts at humor]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-60874365800532809?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/60874365800532809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-fido-goodbye-my-dough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/60874365800532809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/60874365800532809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-fido-goodbye-my-dough.html' title='hello fido, goodbye my-dough'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1971701706246293671</id><published>2010-08-21T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:47:27.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>666 Marco of the beast</title><content type='html'>Like I was saying yesterday... Symbols.  "666" came up many times, a person's SIM card number, a mobile number and the name Marco came up like 3 times in the same 2.5 hour period.  Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1971701706246293671?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1971701706246293671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/666-marco-of-beast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1971701706246293671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1971701706246293671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/666-marco-of-beast.html' title='666 Marco of the beast'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8051161715522233384</id><published>2010-08-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:05:32.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Jewelry'/><title type='text'>SIM-bull</title><content type='html'>Caller ID Spoofing is the practice of causing the telephone network to display a number on the recipient's caller ID display which is not that of the actual originating station; the term is commonly used to describe situations in which the motivation is considered malicious by the speaker. Just as e-mail spoofing can make it appear that a message came from any e-mail address the sender chooses, caller ID spoofing can make a call appear to have come from any phone number the caller wishes. Because of the high trust people tend to have in the caller ID system, spoofing can call the system's value into question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providers&lt;br /&gt;To use a typical spoofing service, customers pay in advance for a personal identification number (PIN), allowing them to make a call for a certain amount of time. To begin, customers dial the number given to them by the company and enter their PIN. Then they enter the number they wish to call and the number they wish to appear as the caller ID. Once the customer selects the options, the call is bridged and the person on the other end receives the customer's call. Assuming caller ID is used on the receiving end, the receiver would normally assume the call was coming from a different phone number — the spoofed number chosen by the caller — thus tricking the receiver into thinking the call was coming from a different individual or organization than the caller's. Most providers work similar to a pre-paid calling card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology and methods&lt;br /&gt;The above method is a bit complex; many Caller ID spoofing service providers also allow customers to initiate spoofed calls from a Web-based interface. Some providers allow entering the name to display along with the spoofed Caller ID number, but in most parts of the United States, for example, whatever name the local phone company has associated with the spoofed Caller ID number is the name that shows up on the Caller ID display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a Web-based spoofing service involves creating an account with a provider, logging in to their website and completing a form. Most companies require the following basic fields:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.source number&lt;br /&gt;2.destination number&lt;br /&gt;3.Caller ID number&lt;br /&gt;When the user completes this form and clicks a button to initiate the call, the source number is first called. When the source number line is answered, the destination is then called and bridged together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some providers also offer the ability to record calls, change the voice and send SMS text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other popular methods by companies include displaying only a geographical name on the caller ID readout, e.g., "ARIZONA", "CALIFORNIA", "OREGON", or "ONTARIO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legislation in the United States&lt;br /&gt;On June 27, 2007, the United States Senate Committee on Commerce, Science and Transportation approved and submitted to the Senate calendar S.704, a bill that would have made caller ID spoofing a crime. Dubbed the "Truth in Caller ID Act of 2007", the bill would have outlawed causing "any caller identification service to transmit misleading or inaccurate caller identification information" via "any telecommunications service or IP-enabled voice service." Law enforcement was exempted from the rule. A similar bill, HR251, was introduced and passed in the House of Representatives. It was referred to the same Senate committee that approved S.704. The bill never became law because the full Senate never voted on it; it was added to the Senate Legislative Calendar under General Orders, but no vote was taken, and at the end of the 110th Congress, the bill expired (all pending legislation not voted into law at the end of the House term, a.k.a. end of a session of Congress, is dead). The bill was reintroduced in the Senate on January 7, 2009, by Senator Bill Nelson (FL) and three co-sponsors as S.30, the Truth in Caller ID Act of 2009, and referred to the same committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 14, 2010, the House of Representatives passed the "Truth in Caller ID Act of 2010" and will be reconciled with the Senate version passed in February. It is anticipated that this bill will be signed into law by President Obama later this year. Under the bill, which also targets VOIP services, it becomes illegal "to cause any caller ID service to transmit misleading or inaccurate caller ID information, with the intent to defraud or deceive." The bill maintains an exemption for blocking one's own outgoing caller ID information, and law enforcement isn't affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Caller ID spoofing has been available for years to people with a specialized digital connection to the telephone company, called an ISDN PRI circuit. Collection agencies, law-enforcement officials, and private investigators have used the practice, with varying degrees of legality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mainstream Caller ID spoofing service, Star38.com, was launched in September 2004. Star38.com was the first service to allow spoofed calls to be placed from a web interface. It stopped offering service in 2005, as a handful of similar sites were launched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2006, Paris Hilton was accused of using caller ID spoofing to break into a voicemail system that used caller ID for authentication. Caller ID spoofing also has been used in purchase scams on web sites such as Craigslist and eBay. The scamming caller claims to be calling from Canada into the U.S. with a legitimate interest in purchasing advertised items. Often the sellers are asked for personal information such as a copy of a registration title, etc., before the (scamming) purchaser invests the time and effort to come see the for-sale items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently, caller ID spoofing is used for prank calls. For example, someone might call a friend and arrange for "The White House" to appear on the recipient's caller display. In December 2007, a hacker used a Caller ID spoofing service and was arrested for sending a SWAT team to a house of an unsuspecting victim. In February 2008, a Collegeville, Pennsylvania man was arrested for making threatening phone calls to women and having their home numbers appear "on their caller ID to make it look like the call was coming from inside the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2008, several residents in Wilmington, Delaware reported receiving telemarketing calls during the early morning hours, when the caller had apparently spoofed the Caller ID to evoke the 1982 Tommy Tutone song 867-5309/Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are legitimate reasons for modifying the caller ID sent with a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Commercial answering-service bureaus which forward calls back out to a subscriber's cell phone, when both parties would prefer the CNID to display the original caller's information.&lt;br /&gt;2.Most calling-card companies display the Caller ID of the calling-card user to the called party.&lt;br /&gt;3.Business owners have been known to use Caller ID spoofing to display their business number on the Caller ID display when calling from outside the office (for example, on a mobile phone).&lt;br /&gt;4.Skype users can assign a Caller ID number in order to prevent their Skype-Out calls being screened by the called party (the default Skype Caller ID in the USA is 000123456).&lt;br /&gt;5.Google Voice displays its users' Google Voice number when they place calls through the service using their landline or cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caller_ID_spoofing"&gt;WIKIPEDIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8051161715522233384?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8051161715522233384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/sim-bull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8051161715522233384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8051161715522233384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/sim-bull.html' title='SIM-bull'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2270767334123707110</id><published>2010-08-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:09:04.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>SYMBOLS</title><content type='html'>I can't express to you enough how unusual it is when one says something and then it comes back like aboomarang many times in a row, especially when it involves randomness.randomness like crazy. like when you get a row of g names, the SIVR doesnt say like if your name begins with G press 2. Like I get the weird shit like the same first name AHMED or something 2 in a row plus a couple of calls afterwards. Then it'll be numbers like groups of 3 or SSNs or BANs or somethin glike that. I had it one time with account balance and so forth. I wonder how this happens. I mean, these people wait in the SIVR on hold for a while, how is it that the call I end and the call that comes in is someone with the same initials or whatever? I know, Iknow. There are so many factors, balance, numbers, dates socials names etc. So surely something will be the same... I just don't know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2270767334123707110?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2270767334123707110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/sim-bulls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2270767334123707110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2270767334123707110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/sim-bulls.html' title='SYMBOLS'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7180789038121042277</id><published>2010-08-21T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:41:46.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny NO JOKE'/><title type='text'>YouTube - Funny cowboy monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/34Xz3Aod_aE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/34Xz3Aod_aE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7180789038121042277?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7180789038121042277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/youtube-funny-cowboy-monkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7180789038121042277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7180789038121042277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/youtube-funny-cowboy-monkey.html' title='YouTube - Funny cowboy monkey'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8520245743132405706</id><published>2010-08-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:47:30.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>phfadt zi squopft</title><content type='html'>still here still fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8520245743132405706?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8520245743132405706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/phfadt-zi-squopft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8520245743132405706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8520245743132405706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/phfadt-zi-squopft.html' title='phfadt zi squopft'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4614585290024500778</id><published>2010-08-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:33:45.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry...can you repeat that?</title><content type='html'>You know, if you call someone from your cellphone while driving with your windows down and mumbling while using the speakerphone function, expect someone to have to ask you to repeat yourself AND when they do, don't be the unintelligent hairy knuckledragger that EITHER repeats without any effort to make yourself heard OR repeats yourself with attitude, like the person that asked you to repeat yourself also said that you were a piece of sh** m***** f***ing low life dirtbag dirty collar chode smoking a-hole d-bag scum sucking parasitie. Holy S***! Where's the tylenol?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Neurosurgeons to truck drivers... You should all follow these simple steps to reduce stress at work for yourself and those who happen to be there to help you on the other end of the line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0. Be ready when the other person says "Hello". Don't make them wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Speak directly into the microphone with the earpiece on your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Project your voice so as to be heard by someone that is not psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Enunciate your words clearly so that words like "One" do not sound like "throw-un" (for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Use the proper telephone number rhythm. Not too fast, not sarcastically toooo ssslllloooowww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be AT LEAST as nice as the person you are talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Identify yourself as many times as you asked without any pushback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't start the call with a list of demands. One thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person is unable to assist you don't dispute, don't be rude and don't call back immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't make an attempt at sarcasm, you are not funny and no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't say that you are going to call your lawyer. You don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't ask for a supervisor. You just blew your chances by being an a-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't ever demand satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't ever expect instant gratification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't ever expect monetary compensation for your "Inconveniences".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't ever think that the person you are talking to likes their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't ever think that the person you are talking to actually cares about your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't ever think that the person you are chatting up is actually enjoying your conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't assume that the person that you are talking to is not taking your name and number for their own personal reasons. :^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Be polite. Say please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't just hang up. Say "Bye", "Have a good day", or whatever and don't be a smarta**!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS &amp;amp; TRICKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your kids quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll up your windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off with speakerphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provide your FIRST AND LAST NAME when asked, not your first name only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready to go when you call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call about your bill while you are driving and fussing at kids and ordering lunch at the drivethru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared, have pencil and paper ready if you are calling for information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say "Hello" after every word as if you think the other person is just sitting there or the call dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect to get paid for being on call 3rd shift while sleeping and NOT get a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell people your life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be courteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make momma proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4614585290024500778?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4614585290024500778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-if-you-call-someone-from-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4614585290024500778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4614585290024500778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-if-you-call-someone-from-your.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...can you repeat that?'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-65080266109223577</id><published>2010-08-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:06:10.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAYA the RPG'/><title type='text'>Excerpt from MAYA the RPG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There IS nothing but the 'whatever-it-is' which is whatever the 'whatever-it-is' happens to be AND that which is not 'whatever-it-is'. Due to there being two points of reference, we have direction, distance and eventually time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of time and distance, the 'whatever-it-is' and the 'whatever-it-isn't' became fractured into an infinite number of pieces we'll call sparks. These sparks could play games with each other and challenge each other in many different ways. Some sparks team up with other sparks that are similar in one way or another and play games or even battles. Some sparks take on different frequencies to experience different levels of excitement. Because of this, we have what has been called "the big bang". This is the birth of the physical universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical universe is an infinite canvas for a spark to create anything from breathtaking beauty to heart-stopping terror. It's all illusions though. Just a trick of light. Furthermore, most sparks take on lower frequencies so as to not just look at the universe but to escape from the games and battles of the other sparks. These sparks take on physical bodies in many different ways and interact with each other on the physical level where they do not realize that they are a spark. On the physical level, there is a tremendous amount of fine tuning of frequencies to create differences in each spark. This fine tuning of frequencies is called "ego".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego is what keeps sparks from becoming fully aware of their true nature and their true power. Proper balance and eventual destruction of ego is required in order for a spark to have a true awakening, but the more ego it loses, the greater the horrors of the universe also become. Despite all the cosmic horror and spilled milk, it is all illusions. The spark signed up for all of this when it came to the physical universe. Some signed up to adventure, some signed up for fun, some to learn, some to experience fear, pain or even death. None of it is real and the spark can cheat and control it's reality or even change the world into a better place. This is never met without opposition though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any real consequences and no supervision, it was only a matter of time before some sparks began conspiring with other sparks to take advantage of those unaware in a conspiracy involving keeping all of this knowledge hidden in the physical universe. These dark forces are present throughout the universe and go by many names but no matter what you call them, they are recognizable by their actions of using widespread panic, death, war, crime, pain and suffering so as to take advantage of those unaware and ensure that no conscious being ever learns it's own true nature. This conspiracy has never been challenged because the more we awaken to this ultimate truth, the less we actually care about doing something to stop it. This has been going on since the very beginning of time and may continue because we will forever want illusions, lies, adventure, good versus evil, secrets, the unknown, fear and surprise. There's nothing better than a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity is the alternative to this chaos and is what results in a movement away from separation, division and fear. As a physical being on any level of density, one has a natural movement towards organization and to move towards unity can be seen like swimming upstream. It is. It is heading back to the source. Keep swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-65080266109223577?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/65080266109223577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/excerpt-from-maya-rpg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/65080266109223577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/65080266109223577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/excerpt-from-maya-rpg.html' title='Excerpt from MAYA the RPG'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7653347902874611026</id><published>2010-08-03T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:36:19.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighter Jets'/><title type='text'>Warplanes: the Warthog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/TFhdppF4XgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8o3LA6Z7pos/s1600/A10+Cross+Section.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501249914819599874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/TFhdppF4XgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8o3LA6Z7pos/s400/A10+Cross+Section.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/TFhdM2XPFtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-8pgYt4vB9g/s1600/A10+Cross+Section.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently received an E-mail, one of those forwarded e-mails, that was about my favorite plane and so I wish to share that with everyone here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was this gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501249044790644578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/TFhc2_-0D2I/AAAAAAAAALs/JbCNM8umJoo/s400/GAU-8A+30.mm+Gun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was developed by General Electric, the "We bring good things to life" people. It's one&lt;br /&gt;of the modern-day Gatling guns. It shoots very big bullets. It shoots them very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said, "Let's put it in an airplane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else said, "Better still, let's build an airplane around it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they did. A nd "they" were the Fairchild-Republic airplane people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had done such a good job with an airplane they developed back in WWII...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...called the P-47 Thunderbolt, they decided to call it the A 10 Thunderbolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made it so it was very good at flying low and slow and shooting things with that&lt;br /&gt;fabulous gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it did fly low and slow, they made it bulletproof, or almost so. A lot of bad guys&lt;br /&gt;have found you can shoot an A 10 with anything from a pistol to a 23mm Soviet cannon&lt;br /&gt;and it just keeps on flying and shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got through, it looked like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not sleek and sexy like an F18 or the stealthy Raptors and such, but I think it's such&lt;br /&gt;a great airplane because it does what it does better than any other plane in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kills tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only tanks, as Sadam Hussein's boys found out to their horror, but armored&lt;br /&gt;personnel carriers, radar stations, locomotives, bunkers, fuel depots...just about&lt;br /&gt;anything the bad guys thought was bulletproof turned out to be easy pickings for this&lt;br /&gt;beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those engines. One of them alone will fly this puppy. The pilot sits in a very thick&lt;br /&gt;titanium alloy "bathtub." That's typical of the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were smart enough to make every part the same whether mounted on the left side&lt;br /&gt;or right side of the plane, like landing gear, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the engines are mounted so high (away from ground debris) and the landing&lt;br /&gt;gear uses such low pressure tires, it can operate from a damaged airport, interstate&lt;br /&gt;highway, plowed field, or dirt road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is redundant. They have two of almost everything. Sometimes they have&lt;br /&gt;three of something. Like flight controls. There's triple redundancy of those, and even if&lt;br /&gt;there is a total failure of the double hydraulic system, there is a set of manual flying&lt;br /&gt;controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Kim Campbell sustained this damage over Bagdad and flew for another hour&lt;br /&gt;before returning to base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about that gun...It's so hard to grasp just how powerful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest I could find to showing you just what this cartridge is all about. What&lt;br /&gt;the guy is holding is NOT the 30mm round, but a "little" .50 Browing machinegun round&lt;br /&gt;and the 20mm cannon round which has been around for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30mm is MUCH bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down at the bottom are the .50 BMG and 20x102 Vulcan the fellow was holding. At the&lt;br /&gt;bottom right is the bad boy we're discussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get some perspective here: The .223 Rem (M16 rifle round) is fast. It shoots a 55 or so grain bullet&lt;br /&gt;at about 3300 feet/sec, give or take. It's the fastest of all those rounds shown (except&lt;br /&gt;one). When you move up to the .30 caliber rounds, the bullets jump up in weight to&lt;br /&gt;160-200 grains. Speeds run from about 2600 to 3000 fps or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The .338 Lapua is the king of the sniper rifles these days and shoots a 350 grain bullet&lt;br /&gt;at 2800 fps or so. They kill bad guys at over a mile with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The .50 BMG is really big. Mike Beasley has one on his desk. Everyone who picks it up&lt;br /&gt;thinks it's some sort of fake, unless they know big ammo. It's really huge with a bullet that&lt;br /&gt;weighs 750 grains and goes as fast the Lapua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have data on the Vulcan, but hang on to your hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet for the 30x173 A venger has an aluminum jacket around a spent uranium core and&lt;br /&gt;weighs 6560 grains&lt;br /&gt;(yes, over 100 times as heavy as the M16 bullet, and flies through the air at 3500 fps (which is faster than&lt;br /&gt;the M16 as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun shoots at a rate of 4200 rounds per minute. Yes, four thousand.&lt;br /&gt;Pilots typically shoot either one- or two-second burst which set loose 70 to 150 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;The system is optimized for shooting at 4,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the best for last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a pretty good idea of how big that cartridge is, but I'll bet you're like me and you&lt;br /&gt;don't fully appreciate how big the G A G A U-8 A venger really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of those seven barrels is 112" long. That's almost ten feet. The entire gun is&lt;br /&gt;19-1/2 feet long. Think how impressive it would look set up in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, it doesn't eject the empty shells but runs them back into the storage&lt;br /&gt;drum. There's just so dang many flying out, they felt it might damage the aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is a beautiful design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7653347902874611026?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7653347902874611026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/warplanes-warthog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7653347902874611026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7653347902874611026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/08/warplanes-warthog.html' title='Warplanes: the Warthog'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/TFhdppF4XgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8o3LA6Z7pos/s72-c/A10+Cross+Section.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1978326792079585399</id><published>2010-07-23T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:31:46.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone help me drive this one home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;As a child, my interests in things occult developed independent of my interests in ufos and aliens, but as an adult, I have found these subjects converge via conspiracy theories and spirituality. I have seen enough, read enough, watched enough and thought enough to get the feeling that there is definitely someone controlling every aspect of our lives. I have also seen enough, read enough, watched enough and thought enough on the subject to be totally convinced that on some level our world is nothing more than illusions created by ourselves. I have stumbled over the interference patterns created by these two distinct points of view and, though I cannot find steady ground I think that I have discovered something very simple and something that has always beat me in life. I think that I have discovered "Self Discipline".&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a book called "Self discipline in 10 days" and found it hard for me to read the first few pages. I kept reading and rereading slowly till I finally got to the main part of the book... the "Exercises", where I completely stopped reading it. I know that the things contained within are going to be very hard to take. I have done this my whole life as it turns out. Procrastinating. Thinking of excuses why not to do something. Beating myself up with "Funny" comments. The list goes on. Well, how does this all relate? Well, I have found that my lack self discipline has perhaps been the reason that I was always looking for truth. Looking for reasons to NOT go to college. Looking for reasons to NOT diet. Looking for reasons why I am perfect the way I am. Looking for reasons why I should be appreciated for the special person I am. Looking for reasons why I deserve better than everyone else. Looking for reasons why I should be given the benefit of the doubt. Excuses. I have found that as I have applied the small amount of knowledge that I have gotten from the book, I have felt better, started REALLY performing well at work, completed many other small goals around the house and have had a generally good feeling and sense of well being lately. I am not here to push someone's book. I just happened to come across this one. I would be willing to bet that most books about self discipline say the same things in different ways. I just feel that maybe all of these things tie in with the "victim mentality".&lt;br /&gt;I de-pitted like 10 dates the other day and, upon de-pitting them, I immediately grabbed the seeds and thought to myself "hmm... I could grow these and start a date palm farm and live off of that money. I could quit my job." Immediately I went looking for a way to get out of work. Like I think I don't have to work or something. Like I am entitled to just make money for being the amazing unique individual I am. I got really irritated with myself and threw the seeds away. I am not a hoarder, but I think I have tendencies to do so. Clinging to the past when my childhood was easy and worry free. Saving things so that they will increase in value. Wanting to get rich quick. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but notice the beautiful blue sky dotted by the so-called contrails, and I can't help but notice freemasonry imagery on television and in movies. I have started toying around with the idea that a lot of these things are just illusions thrown into our reality to make it interesting, but if you dig into the illusions, they grow and struggle to appear more real, but delving into them is like digging a bottomless pit. Does anyone else feel that these "signs" are really just our subconscious thoughts projected into the universe and made manifest on the outskirts of reality and outside of most people's perception and awareness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1978326792079585399?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1978326792079585399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-anyone-help-me-drive-this-one-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1978326792079585399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1978326792079585399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-anyone-help-me-drive-this-one-home.html' title='Can anyone help me drive this one home?'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1274905501240176440</id><published>2010-06-10T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:23:44.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;God won't this rain ever end?  The ground is still saturated.  I saved a worm today.  squirming on the sidewalk that the sun baked from behind grey clouds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1274905501240176440?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1274905501240176440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1274905501240176440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1274905501240176440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8916275091651312721</id><published>2010-06-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:06:45.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Jewelry'/><title type='text'>YouTube - Möbius Music Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iMI_uOM_fY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iMI_uOM_fY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8916275091651312721?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8916275091651312721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/youtube-mobius-music-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8916275091651312721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8916275091651312721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/youtube-mobius-music-box.html' title='YouTube - Möbius Music Box'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3790063431062213668</id><published>2010-06-08T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:49:27.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>oh dripett it's hot's it izz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I was so hot today.  So hot that i nad to sqeegy mui but and wickett with paprtowls.  swet was drippin down my legsin the car with aircondintioning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3790063431062213668?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3790063431062213668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-dripett-it-hot-it-izz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3790063431062213668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3790063431062213668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-dripett-it-hot-it-izz.html' title='oh dripett it&amp;#39;s hot&amp;#39;s it izz'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-212009900246951827</id><published>2010-06-08T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:03:52.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>So Hot</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy month.  Work has been difficult.  I have really been trying.  I 'picked up a copy' of a book "Self-Discipline in 10 days".  We will just see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-212009900246951827?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/212009900246951827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/212009900246951827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/212009900246951827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-hot.html' title='So Hot'/><author><name>Scott 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2697521399025379762</id><published>2010-04-23T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:43:32.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Knee Jerk</title><content type='html'>Well, now my internet has been out this morning so I have been playing. Jennifer left to pick up my anti-psychotic meds at the drugstore, so I stayed home and played and played and played. I worked on an old song of mine called "Knee Jerk" that I really am fond of. I recorded some of it in Audacity thru my old Zoom Effects Processor. I did it while Jennifer watched Seinfeld too. I just had to use headphones on my lightsnake and I couldn't listen to other tracks while I played so I just used the on board drum machine. It sounded awful like that, but I plan to use a real drum machine later on. I'm probably going to have to sing on this one, but I don't like the thoughts of that too much. We shall see. The lerucks go like 'is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अशिष्ट पता नहीं, मैं नहीं&lt;br /&gt;जड़ता का अस्तित्व&lt;br /&gt;रुको, चुंबकीय&lt;br /&gt;प्रतिरोध&lt;br /&gt;मैं हाथ में दर्द के साथ सहमत हूँ&lt;br /&gt;विचार&lt;br /&gt;क्या अंधेरा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वापस प्रकाश&lt;br /&gt;की&lt;br /&gt;छाया नाइट&lt;br /&gt;कर्मचारी&lt;br /&gt;अगर तुम सच में हमें डराना चाहते हैं&lt;br /&gt;हम डर में छोड़ दिया&lt;br /&gt;मुझे डर है कि दुनिया&lt;br /&gt;मुझे नहीं लगता कि वहाँ कोई संबंध नहीं के बीच में है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तुम मेरी सुरक्षा कर रहे हैं&lt;br /&gt;तुम मेरे हो बैसाखी&lt;br /&gt;मेरी बाहों हैं&lt;br /&gt;और आप और अधिक की आवश्यकता&lt;br /&gt;यह संभव है&lt;br /&gt;आप देख सकते हैं&lt;br /&gt;आप कर सकते हैं&lt;br /&gt;मेरे निचले बाएँ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2697521399025379762?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2697521399025379762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/knee-jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2697521399025379762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2697521399025379762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/knee-jerk.html' title='Knee Jerk'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8061362872773645922</id><published>2010-04-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:58:19.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to you</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel the way I do about the happy birthday song?  Everyone knows it, and it is what everyone sings, but there is some kind of copyright on it and someone gets money for it.  What is that about?  Why is that the only birthday song I even want to hear?  Others make me mad, especially if they involve clapping.  Someone needs to step up and promote one of these other songs because I am sick and tired of the one everyone else knows.  Just promote one that doesn't have clapping in it please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8061362872773645922?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8061362872773645922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8061362872773645922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8061362872773645922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy birthday to you'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8868770096303868563</id><published>2010-04-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:56:47.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like there is no chance in hell you will ever be successful?  Like you are destined to be poor, hurting, overworked, underpaid, trapped, sickly, talentless, uneducated, uninteresting, boring...woah, as I was typing this, I realized I am just in a bad mood because currently the internet is out and I am typing on a notepad.  I shall copy and paste this for you all to read... woah, looks like my cable and internet just came back on as I was typing this.  That is freaking strange!  I am definitely going to post this now.  It is currently 10:41 on Friday April 23, 2010.  This is Flight Officer Michael Scott signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8868770096303868563?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8868770096303868563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/coincidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8868770096303868563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8868770096303868563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5973573579121847640</id><published>2010-04-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:07:21.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>Freedom, yeah right</title><content type='html'>I am not too happy today. I do not want to work today. I am bummed out. I don't understand why we have to always go to do some stupid repetitive task that we hate to do, just so that we can make money. I understand that we have to do something, GOD I understand that. Look above this post, it says "Sometimes you just have to do it". I just don't want to go somewhere where I am always told I am not doing a good enough job and I am surrounded by people that don't really like me, just a little bit and everybody has a fake happiness and fake niceness that can almost be taken as sarcasm and that makes me mad! I just want to spend my days with someone that makes me happy and is supportive and that I don't ever feel like is thinking of ways to eliminate me from my position. I just want to be free. I am really having a problem today. I was off on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I know. You are like Good lord you should be thankful that you have a job like that. I am. I have the best insurance you can get and not be illuminated. I just don't like the work. They compensate you well for the unholy bucket of crap that they pour on you. God why do we feel it necessary to endure such a living, when all we want out of life is the most basic of things?  My ankle is hurting really bad lately and I think it was broken when I fell, but the walk-in clinic that I went to for the follow up rushed me out because they thought I was seeking pain medication.  I am going to see my doctor in  a few weeks and will discuss this then.  It's been over 6 months and even a bad sprain should have healed by now.  Well, gotta take a shower and all that crap, so see you later.  Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5973573579121847640?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5973573579121847640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-not-too-happy-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5973573579121847640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5973573579121847640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-not-too-happy-today.html' title='Freedom, yeah right'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2788690170531248245</id><published>2010-04-21T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:58:16.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>bee buzzing at me</title><content type='html'>what if bees were an advanced society like ours and they devolved into what they are now&lt;br /&gt;they have such a complex society  maybe they don't feel the need to do have suv's anymore.  They have the important stuff-food, shelter, reproduction-down their food is awesome and never expires, but they don't have anything else.  They mastered the important stuff and decided not to do anything else because it doesn't matter.  We worry about all this stupid stuff, but bees just do their thing.  They don't even care that they are working.&lt;br /&gt;The bees society doesnt need all the crap, they cut the crap, you see.  They are basic masters.  They eliminated all the stuff that made them unhappy.  We are not advancing because all of our junk makes us unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2788690170531248245?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2788690170531248245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/bee-buzzing-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2788690170531248245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2788690170531248245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/bee-buzzing-at-me.html' title='bee buzzing at me'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2242411477562174047</id><published>2010-04-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:40:35.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bedamodernus.blogg.se/images/2008/lrg_robot_cow_1199285171_11742743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 501px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bedamodernus.blogg.se/images/2008/lrg_robot_cow_1199285171_11742743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://bedamodernus.blogg.se/images/2008/lrg_robot_cow_1199285171_11742743.jpg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2242411477562174047?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2242411477562174047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpbedamodernus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2242411477562174047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2242411477562174047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpbedamodernus.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7497299370266170478</id><published>2010-04-18T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:36:00.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighter Jets'/><title type='text'>YouTube - Su-47 Berkut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1wXsygQTVA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;YouTube - Su-47 Berkut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1wXsygQTVA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H1wXsygQTVA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7497299370266170478?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7497299370266170478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/youtube-su-47-berkut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7497299370266170478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7497299370266170478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/youtube-su-47-berkut.html' title='YouTube - Su-47 Berkut'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8885108731411988723</id><published>2010-04-18T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:36:31.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighter Jets'/><title type='text'>YouTube - Mig 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS2uMZT-nPA"&gt;YouTube - Mig 29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS2uMZT-nPA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MS2uMZT-nPA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8885108731411988723?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8885108731411988723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/youtube-mig-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8885108731411988723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8885108731411988723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/youtube-mig-29.html' title='YouTube - Mig 29'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5606890605395576737</id><published>2010-04-18T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:16:36.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Oh, dear.</title><content type='html'>I have spent a lot more time here lately and upon reading some of my old posts, I found many spelling errors.  My favorite one so fare, and the reason I am blogging this crap to you all now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just get so passionate about certain things and then I start with the typing faster than I can talk and when I do that I overlook little spelling errors.  My only question is why do I not just click on the little "ABC"[Check] button here to check for any spelling errors before I click [Publish Post]?  Who knows.  I just hate that someone could have read that blog entry and thought that I don't know how to spell 'blame'.  I guess I should'nt care.  In fact nevermind this, I am going back to that post and I am going to un-fix it now.  I might even "un-fix" some correctly spelled words in other posts.  Guess what?  I didn't spell check this one either!  You can raed tihs cnat you?  As lnog as my fsrit and lsat leetrts are creocct tehn you can raed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5606890605395576737?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5606890605395576737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5606890605395576737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5606890605395576737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-dear.html' title='Oh, dear.'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3769636440397770592</id><published>2010-04-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:05:35.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Snuff Daddy</title><content type='html'>I really have to say that I do not like music television.  I am always left irritated.  It's like plastic fake formula pop that wouldn't even draw flies.  It is a product of marketing research and social experimentation.  Mind control.  Image and fashion consciousness all the freaking way down to "Rock the Vote".  Yeah, kids!  It's fun to vote for who we tell you to, even though it may not really matter in some situations.  On one hand we have country music.  Put on your cowboy hat and your cowboy boots and get in your SUV.  I mean really, this is so ridiculous now.  I don't want to offend anyone and the same kind of shit can be said about the shit I listen too.  Country music is like, just sing it like you have some chewing tobacco in your lip and gum, (&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Dip-Smokeless-Tobacco"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;for instructions on how to dip properly), put on your sexy cowboy hat, rip the sleeves off of a dirty old denim shirt and don't button it up all the way, but tuck it in your super tight blue jeans.  now make sure your blue jeans are not tucked in your boots.  Now your good to go.  Oh, wait! get you a guitar and play rhythm and sing with your dip in your mouth.  Sing like your country or something.  You can cover any song and sing it this way and you'll be great!  Now on the other hand is Hip-hop.  This is just basically the same lyrics with different music by Timberland or whoever.  Now add in a few unknown guests "Feat." and have the guys just talk-sing in monotone with the beat with their mouths full of penut butter and act as stereotypical as the country singers do.  Now lets get all derteh Saowth on they ass!  the perfect blend of country and hip hop.  Studies show that most people in fort oglethorpe GA like country and rap at the same time.  country and rap.  I guess I have said all that I need to say about that.  I just get so tired of listening to this junk sound that is designed to screw your mind over.  These marketing people know what exactly to sell and how to sell it and who to sell it to.  They know you and I better than we know us.  They know our spouse better than we do.  They use key words and actions.  It's all symbolic and these people are doing some weird things to us all.  Anyway, what would I expect while listening/watching this crap on the tv.  I haven't the right to complain.  I should just be quiet.  Thank you for your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3769636440397770592?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3769636440397770592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/snuff-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3769636440397770592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3769636440397770592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/snuff-daddy.html' title='Snuff Daddy'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8194044391517002130</id><published>2010-04-17T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:49:02.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Root beer. God I love root beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8194044391517002130?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8194044391517002130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/root-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8194044391517002130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8194044391517002130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/root-beer.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2322530859025957446</id><published>2010-04-16T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well now I am having some weird kind of reaction to taking my medicine late today (4 hours) and time is really going slowly.  My lunch break is eternal.  Wow.  This stuff sucks!  I hate medicine. I do not want anything to screw up with my perception of time like that.  Or do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2322530859025957446?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2322530859025957446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-now-i-am-having-some-weird-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2322530859025957446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2322530859025957446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-now-i-am-having-some-weird-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8098432531811444870</id><published>2010-04-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:44:11.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>A as in "Apple"</title><content type='html'>You know how when you are talking to someone on the phone and you are spelling something to them like 'apeshit', you say "a as in apple, p as in peter, e as in egg, s as in sam, h as in hello, I as in igloo and t as in tom"? I think it would be funny if you would use &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uncomfortable words instead of "Apple" and "Tom" such as "s as in spank" etc. You can fill in the blanks.  Go to &lt;a href="http://www.sex-lexis.com/A"&gt;this website &lt;/a&gt;for some more great stuff to use.  Here are some examples that we came up with before we found the website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A as in Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B as in blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C as in Cuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D as in doggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as in erect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F as in feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G as in gag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H as in hump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I as in insert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J as in juicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K as in Knob (my personal favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L as in Lube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M as in massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N as in nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O as in oral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P as in pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q as in quiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R as in rub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S as in spank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T as in tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U as in Uvula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V as in vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W as in wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X as in Excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y as in yank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z as in zipper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8098432531811444870?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8098432531811444870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-in-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8098432531811444870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8098432531811444870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-in-apple.html' title='A as in &quot;Apple&quot;'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5042723251677114358</id><published>2010-04-14T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>'Flixin' to play better!</title><content type='html'>I have been playing a lot more lately. I have started to expand my horizon as far as playing the git'tar goes. Funk. Rockabilly. Western swing. I love it. Sokolow? is my teacher and Ive learned a little bit. Thanks to netflix, I have been getting DVD lessons and hitting pause a lot. You know how much I like sound effects and all, but I am playing with nothing but the tubescreamer and really digging it! I don't plan on composing anything in this style now, but it could happen some time. I did get an autowah Boss pedal for the funk playing and it is a lot of fun. Sounds pretty good, but you know how some people are about gear. Besides, how would those people feel about a no-legged guitar player that could not 'wah a wah wah? Dorks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5042723251677114358?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5042723251677114358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-playing-lot-more-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5042723251677114358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5042723251677114358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-playing-lot-more-lately.html' title='&apos;Flixin&apos; to play better!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8004866377838939958</id><published>2010-04-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:41:26.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>This 'wig is wack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/archive/9/90/20060620090946%21Forficula_auricularia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 495px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/archive/9/90/20060620090946%21Forficula_auricularia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were visited by one of these little guys today. It's called an earwig. They don't really lay eggs in your ears. They actually lay their eggs in your nostrils where the larvae get better access to your brain. Once the larvae hatch, they begin the long process of boring through the skull to reach the pineal gland. Once there, they begin feeding. The host may first experience a large number of nosebleeds. Once the larvae are thru the skull, it is only a matter of time before the host becomes a "zombie".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8004866377838939958?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8004866377838939958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/wiggety-wiggety-wiggety-wack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8004866377838939958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8004866377838939958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/wiggety-wiggety-wiggety-wack.html' title='This &apos;wig is wack!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4318909855234039537</id><published>2010-04-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:32:10.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This page is intentionally left blank.&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/archive/9/90/20060620090946%21Forficula_auricularia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4318909855234039537?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4318909855234039537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4318909855234039537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4318909855234039537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1512436200420640737</id><published>2010-04-13T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:32:10.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>gnat halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/02/Cetema.cereris.possibly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/02/Cetema.cereris.possibly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really strong feelings for these insects. What is it they want? Do they want in my head? My eyes? My mouth, nose, ears? I sit. They flicker and frolic around my face and flick their feelers around my nostrils. Crawling behind my glasses, over my eyelashes. I swing, they dodge. I swing again. They are an unstoppable force of nature. I finally accept their presence, which is seemingly the only solution to their unrelenting swarming, yet nothing changes. Do they want to die in my nostril? Do they want to absorb the heat from my body? Do they want to drink the evaporating liquids from my body? Do they want to eat my flesh? Do I smell like food? Do I smell dead? Am I diseased? Am I rotting? Am I carrion? They do not bite me. They do nothing but pester me. Is it their job? Who hired them? God? The Devil? Chaos? Gaia? Does it matter? They are here to stay and might very well be here long after we are gone. I might as well just deal with it and quit bitching. Here goes... He's kinda cute, isn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1512436200420640737?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1512436200420640737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/gnat-halo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1512436200420640737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1512436200420640737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/gnat-halo.html' title='gnat halo'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5513898756016393740</id><published>2010-04-13T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:38:05.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Tostalada Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S8XkXU_UW6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/IWRV8KWm2HM/s1600/Tostalada+some+assembly+required.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021212679003042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S8XkXU_UW6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/IWRV8KWm2HM/s320/Tostalada+some+assembly+required.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Some Assembly Required)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to, when the mood struck me, I'd have a can of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hormel&lt;/span&gt; beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tamales&lt;/span&gt;. Since I started this whole diet thingy, I have only had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tamales&lt;/span&gt; one time and I will never again have them. (Nasty!) Oh, I meant to say that we diet on Thursday and up until Sunday night at midnight. That is when the power eating starts. I don't really end up eating much, though and have since the beginning of this, really learned to control my portions and simply not eat like I used to. Furthermore, I simply cannot eat as much as I used to because my stomach has shrunk. So I go hog wild on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and I haven't had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tamales&lt;/span&gt; but one time?! &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/food/calories/hormel-beef-tamales-380337"&gt;Here's why...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459622777923512882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S8R5_X3DKjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LtFGpXYCnjE/s320/Nutrition+facts+tamales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When I found this out, I got a sickening feeling. I felt like some kind of fiend. Sick, sick, sick. This is bad for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;... Jennifer and I came up with something new. We call it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TOSTALADA&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tos&lt;/span&gt;-ta-la-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tostada&lt;/span&gt; shells. Because I am being very specific here, take a look at the picture below so you know exactly what product I am talking about. If you can only find the yellow bag and not the red bag of the same product, it is okay. It will work just fine. To be honest, we still have not figured out what the difference is between the red bag(pictured below) and the yellow bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459632175544939170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S8SCiYumMqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DUYWLtQio5c/s320/Mission+Tostadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Item B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "B" is for beans! You can use whatever brand of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;refried&lt;/span&gt; beans you want to use. You really can't go wrong as far as I am concerned. Keep in mind that the beans are completely optional. You can get real crazy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;toppin's&lt;/span&gt; but beans are where I draw the line here, but Jennifer does not like the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;refried&lt;/span&gt; beans thing, so she doesn't get any of them. I get whatever brand I see first so long as it is not "Fat Free". Why? My personal little statement, but more on that later. Much later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Item &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;: "C" is for cheese! God I love me some cheese. No, I mean I REALLY love me some cheese. Why am I telling you this? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; Jack is what we usually use ,but any cheese that could be considered "Mexican" or whatever and melts pretty good. I think that the white cheese is better looking and looks more authentic fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; whatever. I've tried before with positive results Borden 2% cheese too, so just don't go with feta or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; (God no!!) and you'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I have very strong feelings about enchilada sauce for some reason and have tried many different brands and short of just making our own enchilada sauce, we have settled on one. Keep in mind I am being VERY specific here and you might as well just forget it if you cannot find this brand. Unless you make your own enchilada sauce. See the below picture!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/514bEql8zyL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Sour Cream. You can do the whole Dollop of daisy or whatever. Not important. In fact it is entirely optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "F" is for black olives! This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; optional too. Some people may have problems with black olives, but I do not. I like them a lot. Jennifer hates them and she hates the smell they have in my breath. I like it. It smells good to me. This is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;appetizing&lt;/span&gt; now. Anyway, olives are optional. I like big fat firm ones sliced neatly, so I buy a can of large or extra large black olives and take them one at a time and slice them with a knife (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gnieph&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tostalada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Item A and sandwich Item B(Item B should be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-heated up so as to not be disgusting!) and C. Top it with some more of C and bake in the preheated oven (350 degrees) for like 10 minutes or so. Watch the Item A to make sure it doesn't burn or catch fire because It can really catch fire big time! When the edges of the Item A's are slightly browned, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tostaladas&lt;/span&gt; are finished. Take them (it) out and put on a plate. You should have been like heating up Item D on the top of the stove or with a lighter or something and keep in mind this stuff can stain pretty good so be careful with your doilies! Pour the Item D all over the top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tostalada&lt;/span&gt; and make sure to put some extra on the plate so that when you get on into that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tostalada&lt;/span&gt;, you have some more Item D for it. But before you sink your teeth into that delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tostalada&lt;/span&gt;, don't forget to top it off with some o' that ole' "E" and "F". It's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' good, I'd give you a video of me eating it, but I have issues with that. Oh yeah. Issues. I have no idea how many flex points this has in it and I don't care. I could not think of life without these delicious treats. I usually have 2 of them too. Sometimes without item "B", "E" or "F". Below is a diagram of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tostalada&lt;/span&gt; construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460022245011446546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S8XlTaujWxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Uodv9B_SQF8/s400/Tostalada+diagram.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5513898756016393740?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5513898756016393740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-when-mood-strikes-me-ill-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5513898756016393740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5513898756016393740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-when-mood-strikes-me-ill-have.html' title='Tostalada Project'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S8XkXU_UW6I/AAAAAAAAAK0/IWRV8KWm2HM/s72-c/Tostalada+some+assembly+required.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2530069081164670856</id><published>2010-04-11T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:49:25.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Rubber Nipple Salesmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;*knock knock knock knock knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;*several deadbolts, chains and other locks unlock*&lt;br /&gt;*Door creaks open slightly*&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Horse: *Peeks from behind door*Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;Ren: I don't think so. Would you like to take a look at some fine rubber nipples?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Horse: Did my wife send you?&lt;br /&gt;Ren: No sir. But you look like someone who could really use some rubber nipples.*notices Mr. Horse is wearing rubber body suit, rubber gloves on his hooves and a tight rubber cap on his head*&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Horse: How do I know you're not from the FBI?&lt;br /&gt;Ren: Sir, I can assure you, we are only salesmen-&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Horse: *Screaming*Alright, so I made a mistake. One mistake. Can't a man start over? Do I have to keep on paying? Huh? *leans over into Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy's faces* Maybe I should make another mistake, Maybe two more.&lt;br /&gt;Ren: *Shaking with fright* Please sir. I think one mistake is plenty. Just let me show you what is inside here.*Reaching into suitcase*&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Horse: *Arms raised and eyes closed, flinching*Don't do it man. I'm not armed.&lt;br /&gt;Ren: We really just want to sell you some rubber nipples. See?*Ren Holds aloft a large rubber nipple in Mr. Horse's face*&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Horse: *flinches, peaks, flinches again, peaks again and finally takes a look* Oh! It is a nipple.*Laughs*Oh, what you must think of me. *Rests hoof on hip with a grin* Forget everything I said. So...nipples, huh? *Hoof to chin* Hmmmm...No sir, I don't think I have any use for rubber nipples. *Pauses* But, I'll tell you what though. *Reaches behind door and pulls out a walrus by a hair on it's head and holds it at Ren &amp;amp; Stimpy in a threatening manner* Do you have any rubber walrus protectors?&lt;br /&gt;Walrus: *Whispers* Call the police! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2530069081164670856?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2530069081164670856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/rubber-nipple-salesmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2530069081164670856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2530069081164670856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/rubber-nipple-salesmen.html' title='Rubber Nipple Salesmen'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6334570469131176093</id><published>2010-04-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:32:51.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I have not seen a dead bunny in a long time. Last time was while standing in the front yard of my parent's house saying goodbye to some people that were trying to get me and my sister to come to their church. Our cat "Simon" was dragging a rather large dead Hare thru our front yard towards the door. The carcass was as big as Simon and he had worked a very long time to get it home. Great timing Simon. You know how cats just dissapear? Simon just dissapeared. I like to think that cat is out there somewhere still killing bunnies and chipmunk families. Little fucker. I saw another dead bunny today. This one was runnover by a car. What a horrible thing to see on Easter Sunday. Maybe the driver of the vehicle was named "Simon". That would be pretty cool. Animal death. Do they care? Is it just us that contemplate such things? I guess it doesn't matter anyway. Just random Easter thoughts. Have a devil'd egg! Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6334570469131176093?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6334570469131176093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-i-have-not-seen-dead-bunny-in-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6334570469131176093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6334570469131176093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-i-have-not-seen-dead-bunny-in-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7643134511864530045</id><published>2010-04-03T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep Here I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7643134511864530045?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7643134511864530045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/yep-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7643134511864530045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7643134511864530045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/yep-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-925497267540881469</id><published>2010-04-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:49:25.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ping.fm/ZhvfR"&gt;http://ping.fm/ZhvfR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-925497267540881469?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/925497267540881469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/925497267540881469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/925497267540881469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpping.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5379001351275543456</id><published>2010-04-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:32:32.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>1 yeer of the little blue peel</title><content type='html'>Well I just realized it has been like a year since I started this stupid medicine for ADD.  I can feel that it is a stimulant and so I only take them during the day.  I am on like 6 a day now.  They amke me happy do so i can work on the things that are ther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5379001351275543456?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5379001351275543456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-yeer-of-little-blue-peel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5379001351275543456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5379001351275543456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-yeer-of-little-blue-peel.html' title='1 yeer of the little blue peel'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8533174851449631069</id><published>2010-04-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:42:04.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny NO JOKE'/><title type='text'>Ballad to a wigged dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Seh9_sFv1Z4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Seh9_sFv1Z4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8533174851449631069?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8533174851449631069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/ballad-to-wigged-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8533174851449631069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8533174851449631069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/ballad-to-wigged-dog.html' title='Ballad to a wigged dog'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2122746282398354692</id><published>2010-04-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:39:00.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>A+ Mustard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S7V72gESrRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vikD_wdkH-Q/s1600/InglehofferSweetHotMustard_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455402699880312082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S7V72gESrRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vikD_wdkH-Q/s320/InglehofferSweetHotMustard_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an experience today with &lt;a href="http://www.beavertonfoods.com/inglehoffer.php"&gt;Inglehoffer Sweet Hot Mustard&lt;/a&gt; and I have to say that it was a delight. I have always liked &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mustard_(condiment)#cite_note-0"&gt;mustard&lt;/a&gt; but this stuff is amazing! A perfect balance of sweet and hot makes this the perfect condiment for dipping fries or topping an &lt;a href="http://www.hebrewnational.com/index.jsp"&gt;all-beef frank&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2122746282398354692?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2122746282398354692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/mustard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2122746282398354692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2122746282398354692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/04/mustard.html' title='A+ Mustard'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/S7V72gESrRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vikD_wdkH-Q/s72-c/InglehofferSweetHotMustard_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8844860305485450626</id><published>2010-03-18T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:36:44.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighter Jets'/><title type='text'>F-104 Starfighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; BACKGROUND: #000000; HEIGHT: 348px"&gt;&lt;embed height="348" name="Metacafe_104211" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/104211/50_years_of_starfighters.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="playerVars=showStats=yesautoPlay=novideoTitle=50 Years of Starfighters"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/104211/50_years_of_starfighters/"&gt;50 Years of Starfighters&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The most amazing videos are a click away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f3/Lockheed_F-104A-10-LO_%28SN_56-0758%29_060928-F-1234S-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 474px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f3/Lockheed_F-104A-10-LO_%28SN_56-0758%29_060928-F-1234S-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aircraft-list.com/keywords/F-104_Starfighter/F-104_Starfighter_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://aircraft-list.com/keywords/F-104_Starfighter/F-104_Starfighter_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;General characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew: 1&lt;br /&gt;Length: 54 ft 8 in (16.66 m)&lt;br /&gt;Wingspan: 21 ft 9 in (6.36 m)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 13 ft 6 in (4.09 m)&lt;br /&gt;Wing area: 196.1 ft² (18.22 m²)&lt;br /&gt;Airfoil: Biconvex 3.36% root and tip&lt;br /&gt;Empty weight: 14,000 lb (6,350 kg)&lt;br /&gt;Loaded weight: 20,640 lb (9,365 kg)&lt;br /&gt;Max takeoff weight: 29,027 lb (13,170 kg)&lt;br /&gt;Powerplant: 1× General Electric J79-GE-11A afterburning turbojet&lt;br /&gt;Dry thrust: 10,000 lbf (48 kN)&lt;br /&gt;Thrust with afterburner: 15,600 lbf (69 kN)&lt;br /&gt;Zero-lift drag coefficient: 0.0172&lt;br /&gt;Drag area: 3.37 sq ft (0.31 m²)&lt;br /&gt;Aspect ratio: 2.45&lt;br /&gt;Performance&lt;br /&gt;Maximum speed: 1,328 mph (1,154 kn, 2,125 km/h)&lt;br /&gt;Combat radius: 420 mi (365 nmi, 670 km)&lt;br /&gt;Ferry range: 1,630 mi (1,420 nm, 2,623 km)&lt;br /&gt;Service ceiling: 50,000 ft (15,000 m)&lt;br /&gt;Rate of climb: 48,000 ft/min (244 m/s)&lt;br /&gt;Wing loading: 105 lb/ft² (514 kg/m²)&lt;br /&gt;Thrust/weight: 0.54 with max. takeoff weight (0.76 loaded)&lt;br /&gt;Lift-to-drag ratio: 9.2&lt;br /&gt;Armament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns: 1 × 20 mm (0.79 in) M61 Vulcan gatling gun, 725 rounds&lt;br /&gt;Hardpoints: 7 with a capacity of 4,000 lb (1,814 kg) and provisions to carry combinations of:&lt;br /&gt;Missiles: 4 × AIM-9 Sidewinder&lt;br /&gt;Other: * Other: Bombs, rockets, or other stores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8844860305485450626?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8844860305485450626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/f-104-starfighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8844860305485450626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8844860305485450626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/f-104-starfighter.html' title='F-104 Starfighter'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-991342419864388919</id><published>2010-03-14T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>meow meow meow meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-991342419864388919?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/991342419864388919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/meow-meow-meow-meow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/991342419864388919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/991342419864388919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/meow-meow-meow-meow.html' title='meow meow meow meow'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4228919887165269714</id><published>2010-03-14T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:49:25.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>TS Tier 1 PDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Work has been insane. I hate troubleshooting handsets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4228919887165269714?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4228919887165269714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/ts-tier-1-pda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4228919887165269714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4228919887165269714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/ts-tier-1-pda.html' title='TS Tier 1 PDA'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2620815383664063856</id><published>2010-03-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>300 or bust m'britches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I am now wearing my wedding ring. I had not been able to wear it for a long time something like 9 years. I think I have accomplished a lot in 9 years and getting below 300 pounds is going to be the other goal. I plan on doing so by my birthday on july the 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2620815383664063856?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2620815383664063856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/300-or-bust-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2620815383664063856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2620815383664063856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/300-or-bust-m.html' title='300 or bust m&amp;#39;britches'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5741270478984800345</id><published>2010-03-04T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I am thankfully back to myself now. Work is not as bad as it was and I think I will make it. Just to let you all know I am still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5741270478984800345?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5741270478984800345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5741270478984800345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5741270478984800345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3924508182862668875</id><published>2010-01-30T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>No further changes at this time.</title><content type='html'>I have not posted anything about my fat for a while because of the holidays.  I was avoiding talking about it.  I have to say that I did control myself better than in the past.  I did not gain any significant weight, but i did not weigh myself either.  I am more concerned with my ankle now.  I cannot walk on it without a lot of pain.  By March it should be better.  Apparently it was a very bad sprain and will take till March to fully heal.  It feels like it will take longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3924508182862668875?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3924508182862668875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-further-changes-at-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3924508182862668875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3924508182862668875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-further-changes-at-this-time.html' title='No further changes at this time.'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1905801948474388551</id><published>2010-01-07T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:41:58.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I hate my feelings. They are so much trouble. I like the good ones, but not the bad ones and I feel bad ones a lot more often. I define myself by what I hate. I am NOT this or NOT that and all of the NOT has made me a negative person. Sometimes my feelings of anxiety and overwhelming sense of doom are so bad that I wish I would not feel anything at all. All of this is said about when I am NOT with Jennifer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1905801948474388551?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1905801948474388551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1905801948474388551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1905801948474388551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-712840254514480467</id><published>2010-01-07T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>Took out the woobz an ire ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Sweet Jesus it's cold outside.  So cold, in fact, I don't think they* are ever coming back out again.  They are currently in the back of my throat now.&lt;br /&gt;*M'boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-712840254514480467?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/712840254514480467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/01/took-out-woobz-ire-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/712840254514480467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/712840254514480467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2010/01/took-out-woobz-ire-ago.html' title='Took out the woobz an ire ago...'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4650133721388936865</id><published>2009-12-28T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:49:25.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>Still doing it.</title><content type='html'>The year is almost over and I have for sure lost at least 50 pounds. I am very close to posting another picture of me. I am scared to see the results, but I know that they are noticeable. The Holidays did make things a little harder, but I will NEVER pass up sausage balls, turkey &amp;amp; dressing w/gravy or pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4650133721388936865?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4650133721388936865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-doing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4650133721388936865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4650133721388936865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-doing-it.html' title='Still doing it.'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7505567581714683344</id><published>2009-10-29T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>Still starving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Well, I have lost more and my pants are large on me. Shirts are no longer small on me. I am quite pleased now, but have been tied up with my ankle and MAYA. Work has been an issue as well. On top of my increasing anxiety problems brought on by my job and the deep emotional trauma that has been revisited because of my job. There has been enough going on for me to not even want to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7505567581714683344?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7505567581714683344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-starving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7505567581714683344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7505567581714683344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-starving.html' title='Still starving...'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1439694721788506953</id><published>2009-09-29T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>This old man came rolling home</title><content type='html'>I probably broke my ankle as I slipped on the wet grass on the dark side of the hill. No one was there to see me, but I can assure you I let out quite a tremendous sound. I did laugh for a moment, but the laughing ceased when I felt my left ankle crush under my ass just before I careened down the hill. In a short leg splint now. Awaiting my PHP to call me back. The Urgent care X-Ray was not readable because of the swelling so they said I need to follow up with them. Crutches. Splint. Pain meds. Pain. Questions. At least I have Jennifer, who has really stepped up to take care of me. I am one lucky guy! Except for the fact that I fell down the hill and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1439694721788506953?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1439694721788506953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-old-man-came-rolling-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1439694721788506953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1439694721788506953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-old-man-came-rolling-home.html' title='This old man came rolling home'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-694200683557987153</id><published>2009-09-29T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>2 sugarloafs to go!</title><content type='html'>last weigh in on saturday: 360 even. Over the plateau now, but just slow a-goin'. Still a-goin' though, just not ready for a picture yet. I will post one when I am at 350, so get ready! I just broke my ankle this past monday. It hurts and eating does nothing for the pain, so I am sure to lose quite a bit more in the next few weeks. I will keep in touch more often, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-694200683557987153?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/694200683557987153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-sugarloafs-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/694200683557987153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/694200683557987153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-sugarloafs-to-go.html' title='2 sugarloafs to go!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7285704922148375491</id><published>2009-09-23T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Fuzzy blue crayon world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I have discovered the intro to my composition "fuzzy blue crayon world" this morning. The song is somber and melancholic but strangely uplifting. It is warm and chilling at the same time. I have always like the composition. No lyrics at all for it yet. Only the melody. Intended to be very textural, but as I play it clean with an echo, It sounds perfect. Perhaps a little chorus to make it a little more warbly (is that a word?). Maybe not. The TS9X sounds a bit much so the Grunge is out of the question. Clean seems too pristine, though. I'l have to try some of the processers I have for the perfect "Overdrive" sound. I'll post what I record soon enough. Maybe I'll meet up with some peeps that want to work together on this to make it into something more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7285704922148375491?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7285704922148375491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuzzy-blue-crayon-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7285704922148375491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7285704922148375491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuzzy-blue-crayon-world.html' title='Fuzzy blue crayon world'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8425951864398455790</id><published>2009-09-23T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>I need an asprin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is where I vent my frustrations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so here the fuck goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am so god damn sick of&lt;strong&gt; my fucking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; job, I am not thinking clearly. How can you go from loving it to hating it so abruptly? It is because of the fucking&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lets start from &lt;strong&gt;the beginning. I worked at a hospital in the ER. Loved the job, but not enough money and the insurance was crappy. I was lured to my current company because the facility was new and the pay was really good. Much better than&lt;/strong&gt; I was making at the hospital even after 4 years of service there. I was lured by the bonuses&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, discounts and rewards. I was convinced this was a good company to work for. I made a list&lt;/span&gt; of the pros and cons for changing my job and decided to leave the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; hospital. The training was tough but they made it fun. In retrospect, I see now that HR simply makes EVERYTHING into a huge ordeal, overcomplicating everything just so, as it would seem, they have job security. I&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; have no real problem with this, it is just irritating sometimes when you deal with people in HR that are moody and won't go&lt;/span&gt; out of there way to help you at all. This is just an observation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The problem I then &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;found after a year of service is that their expectations are hard to&lt;/span&gt; meet. The bonuses I spoke of are &lt;em&gt;non-existent if you do not meet their expectations. No raises, no extra pay for&lt;/em&gt; sales, nothing. You are not &lt;em&gt;elligible&lt;/em&gt; for the bonuses if you do not meet their expectations. In the first year, changes were &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;made that I could easily adapt to because I had just learned another&lt;/span&gt; way to do it and they changed it. What happens is when you have a year or more experience doing something one way and they change policy and either don't warn you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at all (expecting you to read it in their database before work) or they give you a rundown of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the changes in a team meeting and expect that to be the only time that you need to be explained the changes. Hand you some paperwork, get you to sign&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a sheet. Watch a video starring some special representatives that don't actually do the job tell you how to do your job&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and then go back to the phones, rushing to make sure you are compliant with their schedule.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(It is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the company is ran by a bunch&lt;/span&gt; of people that do not want to do their job when a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mouse-click&lt;/span&gt; could fix any problem, being&lt;/strong&gt; decent could, talking with someone could, a phone call, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There has been so many changes in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; policy lately that I don't&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;ven know how to do my job. We are so micromanaged that I cannot &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;seem to get one statistic, score or whatever to be what they consider good or at &lt;em&gt;an acceptable level. As soon as I do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mutherfuckers&lt;/span&gt; change the god damn policy again. I cannot express to you (the reader) how frustrating it is to me after putting in almost 3 years of my life and my fucking soul into this. I had all the big expectations in myself to do a good&lt;/em&gt; job and balance [juggle] my metrics balance CE and O (Customers, Employees an&lt;/span&gt;d Owners) until I was promoted. I have NEVER met their expectations. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Instead, I spend ALL of my energy trying to please them in one area only to neglect &lt;strong&gt;another area. When this is done, and IF I do a better job or show a sign of improvement, the want to stress me out about the other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; stat. I am NEVER good enough. This is a poor way to treat employees and a poor way to treat &lt;/strong&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;We are being told to be the manager, yet &lt;em&gt;questioned when we make command decisions because it does not follow policy that is hidden deep in the database&lt;/em&gt; of all the policies, which by their own admission is often redundant and poorly organized, but I'd like to add inefficient, constantly updated, hard to look at, poorly named links that are often to dead ends as far as policy goes or references to policies that are for other departments and my theory that it was built solely for the HR department to have something to teach for 4 weeks. We are told to right fit our customer's to the correct rate plans and features, but this only means to sell Data features to people that&lt;strong&gt; don't want them. We are encouraged to sell and discouraged to remove the features. What happens is those of us that "right fit" customers so they save money, we don't add expensive data &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;features. Then&lt;/strong&gt; we end up deleting the data features that other (less scrupulous) reps add to other accounts. This looks like we are not doing their job when we are the ones that are looking out for the customer which is in the spirit of the whole "right fitting " policy.&lt;em&gt; The company can make all kinds of changes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; to battle the poor economy when it makes Billions of dollars &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;assisting&lt;/span&gt; customers while &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they battle the poor economy, we get penalized. That is a load of bullshit. I hate this word, but it is&lt;/span&gt; completely unfair. I have to wonder who&lt;/em&gt; is running this thing? Not someone that is truly balancing CE and O for sure. Not someone that cares about the customer's right fitting and not someone that cares for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; this to be the most highly regarded service company nor the best place to work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;We are &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;expected to follow totally new policies that were barely brushed over in a 30 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;min training class between calls as our workload increases because of the new training. More types of calls, more tools to use&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Tools that don't&lt;/span&gt; work) and more that can be done on a single call all end up hurting call time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"   style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whoa&lt;/span&gt;, don't get me started on transfers. We are penalized for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; a customer to another department. Period. They &lt;strong&gt;will overlook it if, in hindsight and looking through the notes on the account etc. etc. etc. they see that the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;issue&lt;/strong&gt; was taken care of and we were not able to do it ourselves. Even to the point of searching deep in&lt;/span&gt; the database of policies to find a reason. We are penalized and I personally am sent a distracting little outlook e-mail that says as &lt;em&gt;the heading "improper transfer" which, when I see it, I loose my concentration on the call I am on and get a little&lt;/em&gt; frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, lets see here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Take that rude, impatient, irresponsible, ignorant, mumbling-then-screaming, disrespectful and argumentative hot-headed person's call transferred to you by the totally f'd IVR into one of several poorly defined queue's of reps that may or may not have received proper training, keep the call time below 330 seconds, right fit EVERY customer, make sure the customer is not paying for features they &lt;strong&gt;don't &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;need (except for data features), address the customer's initial reason for calling (which could literally be anything under the sun from simple how to's which we are to tack on some upselling during to legal matters, ridiculously high bills ($1000 and up), rebates, exchanges, missing exchanges, ups delivery errors, Different policies for very similar situations, # changes, etc, etc, etc, unbelievably complicated proceedures with troubleshooting or missing orders/payments etc. etc. which we are to tack on some upselling during as well, show courtesy, and concern, sense of urgency, no hold, memo the account while you are talking to the customer and actively listening to customer and asking probing questions&lt;/span&gt;, Make sure to offer customer self help options, no credits&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;em&gt;supervisors (your the supervisor [except you are not really]) don't transfer to another department even if you are poorly trained to address the customer's needs&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and hope the customer does not call back within 72 hours so it does not affect your one call resolution&lt;/span&gt;". Also don't end the call before the account is properly memo'd. If it's not, when supervisors go back to check on your work and they don't see anything in your notes, you could get penalized and most importantly, do NOT utilize the "After Call Work" tool to memo an account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I would hate to &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;talk to &lt;strong&gt;someone that&lt;/strong&gt; is worrying about all this while they are trying to help me. They would have to sound&lt;/span&gt; like they are constipated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I could go on and at this point I &lt;strong&gt;think I &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have vented enough. My fingers are sore. God I hate this Fucking Job tonight. Well, tomorrows another&lt;/span&gt; day. Let's just see what happens&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8425951864398455790?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8425951864398455790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-asprin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8425951864398455790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8425951864398455790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-asprin.html' title='I need an asprin'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7473375858023246120</id><published>2009-09-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>You guessed it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;You may have guessed already. I am working on a new project today. I am letting this one rest for a week or two, so stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7473375858023246120?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7473375858023246120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-guessed-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7473375858023246120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7473375858023246120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-guessed-it.html' title='You guessed it.'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-389125508061100463</id><published>2009-09-21T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:41:29.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>WTF, YA RLY, OMG, PWNAGE</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to say that I RLY H8 Internet slang. I hate it so much, unfortunately, that I don't even care about where it originated in the first place. I just plain don't like it. I am not a hateful person and I don't have any reason to hate it except that it is just not cool to me. I am all blogging this and moging and podcasting and uploading and all this crap. It just makes me tired in my head. Too much stuff for computers and internet to be bogged down with. Unsupervised kids running websites and other shit really gets on my nerves. I guess this is what it is, the younger generations embracing the technology and that is cool. I fucking hate the younger generations sense of entitlement and their lack of respect. I deal with too many 20 year olds that think they are mature, intelligent and responsible as they use their credit cards for buying piece of shit phones for $500 a pop and bitch because their bills are too high. Not every one of these little punk ass kids is rude and overprivledged, but most are. This does not mean that I hate them and want them to die, I just want them to shut up and listen till they learn that they don't know shit and that they will never know shit. Then need stuff their mouths with some fucking humble pie and not talk with their mouth full. If they would stop trying to be a fucking ROCK STAR, they would really see that life is a much more beautiful thing and that there is no need for this competition to be better than anyone else or to be some kind of a big shot personality. Indeed, I think that this is what we should be fighting against anyway. Being some kind of big personality. I am sorry for saying hate so many times here, but I will not delete any of it because this goes against the whole theme of my blog here. I will flat out tell you here where I will never tell you anywhere else. I do love these people and I am trying to understand them, but I find it hard sometimes. Sorry about the language in this one too. I am sleepy and cannot sleep because I am hot or cold and the dogs are in the bed too. I don't like to sleep with them sometimes because they like to lay horizontally in the bed in uncomfortable places for my body, especially my knees and my elbows. Now you know a little more about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sati sassy britches doesn't like it either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016337849678034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/SrfeVWJt-NI/AAAAAAAAAIk/l9BaoFbVdTQ/s320/Photo-0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She gonna come kick yass an she gon whoop it yall, straight up now, y'hear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WTF am I saying. I guess I kind of understand now why internet slang is used, beacause it is easier to type WTF than what the fuck and since some people say "What the Fuck" a lot, this is useful. My mind works pretty fast and it is hard for my little sausage fingers to keep up with my thoughts here, so I should come up with some more of these little internet slang Acronyms. Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TALOFS - That's a load of fucking shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUTNFUNTMT - Fuck you that's not fair, you never told me that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WWSPTSC - Why would someone post that stupid comment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UYFSCA - Use your fucking spell checker asshole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UHNIWURTA - You have no idea what you are talking about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOCWUH2SBYRATAPAAD - No one cares what you have to say because you are a tool, a poser and a douchebag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;QPYSCBTRSARAN1CWUH2S - Quit posting your stupid comments because they are rude and no one cares what you have to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WCYJTIFWIIANT2CMO - Why can't you just take it for what it is and not try to convince me otherwise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AYFKM - Are you fucking kidding me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IG2PYESOOYB - I'm going to pull your endocrine system out of your body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UN2SYMFP - You need to shut your mouth fucking piehole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IASFAYCNK - I am so fucking awesome you could never know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IGWIWANCSM - I get what ever I want and nothing can stop me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MCCIMO - My Credit Card is maxed out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INPT - I'm not paying that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MDBTFM - My Daddy bought this for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YBGOOMWCIROYAIMOGSUVWISATOMCITRWMHO - You better get out of my way cause I'll run over your ass in my oversized gift SUV while I'm smoking and talking on my cellphone in the rain without my headlights on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ILY - I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OITNG - Okay, I'm sleepy now goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-389125508061100463?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/389125508061100463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf-ya-rly-omg-pwnage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/389125508061100463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/389125508061100463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf-ya-rly-omg-pwnage.html' title='WTF, YA RLY, OMG, PWNAGE'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/SrfeVWJt-NI/AAAAAAAAAIk/l9BaoFbVdTQ/s72-c/Photo-0509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4482504203437166409</id><published>2009-09-21T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Well, I tell'ya what...</title><content type='html'>I recorded last night while Jennifer was at work. The storms were severe and she had to go to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006449858168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/SrfVVyg1SJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rqd9NQccLzk/s320/Storm+Tracker+Live+Doppler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cords stretched all over the living room. The dogs slept. I had some problems and so it was after a million takes that I even got close to a decent recording volume and a million more before I came &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the actual sound I was trying to record. I hate using computers, except that editing is easier. Sometimes the ease in which it can be edited bothers me too. Usually, though, that is when I am listening to something on the radio. Well It is done now and it sounds OK. The recording here was done in one take, which is what I prefer to do when recording. My wife had agreed to assist me with the composition of this song and I was planning on creating a piece with some structure. This changed during the recording process. I was overwhelmed with the need to just wing it and so, I did. I am pleased with the results, but the track is not completed, because I am going to mix in some processed drums from my groove box. God I love tap tempo delay. This has changed everything for me. My XXD has it but you have to turn it on by holding the pedal down for 2 seconds. I find this difficult to do and so the Echo Park I use is perfect. Before I even discovered this rhythm, I had synced the delay to my little keyboard's drum machine at 120 BPM. Now it all went together perfectly. I like a slower tempo, but this song and the texture I created needed a little more spunk. I am not going to upload the recording yet, but you can see it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384006706245231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/SrfVktoRY_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/H0P9yJES5Tk/s320/centi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see the ending looks a little intense. It was. It was something new and it felt good to me (which generally means it was not something that sounded all pretty). It reflected my mood of intensity, anticipation, regret, isolation and cynicism. Jennifer found out at the last minute she needed to go in across town and in the heat of the moment and the height of the storms fury, we had words. This was made up for on both sides, but the feelings lingered in the apartment till I ran them off with this recording. The level is a bit high, but this will be fixed later. I wanted it to have a slight computerized burn to it so I recorded it at a pretty high volume. I am pleased overall, but would have liked the playing to have been a bit more tight with some of the muted parts and one thing I did not like at all was the sound of the higher notes thru the computer. It sounded like it didn't belong, so when you are listening to it later (if you listen) notice how, towards the end, I start going up to another pitch (on the high e string) and only play it once. I decided to keep on recording just to see how it sounded later and after listening to the whole peice a few times, I don't mind that so much anymore. Perhaps this "Bad" note is what influenced the ending to be a bit more intense than what I had originally intended. Overall track length is 444 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will eventually be posted here, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chockfullonut"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/scottguider/nut"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/nut"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4482504203437166409?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4482504203437166409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-tell-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4482504203437166409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4482504203437166409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-tell-what.html' title='Well, I tell&amp;#39;ya what...'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/SrfVVyg1SJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rqd9NQccLzk/s72-c/Storm+Tracker+Live+Doppler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4506830486424071677</id><published>2009-09-20T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Are you excited? I bet you cant wait to hear it. Oh, well. There's always tonight. Sorry for the delay, if you do care. Thanks for reading if that's the case. Your patience will pay off very soon. I promise it's not that good, but it's alright. T'would be great for some scene in a thriller or some shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4506830486424071677?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4506830486424071677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4506830486424071677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4506830486424071677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1500369082192384217</id><published>2009-09-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:36:58.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fighter Jets'/><title type='text'>The A-10 Thunderbolt II "Warthog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://my.qoop.com/store/Chris-Radek-0b4565b451507b0b178ea628c1bdd38da6ecab65/A-10-Warthog-qpps_767956391475534.LG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aviationfans.com/images/a-10-19990422-f-7910d-518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://aviationfans.com/images/a-10-19990422-f-7910d-518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visualworx.com/images/Altus08/A10_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 514px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.visualworx.com/images/Altus08/A10_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/aircraft/images/a-10-0SC002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 518px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/aircraft/images/a-10-0SC002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sALiuWg_I1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sALiuWg_I1k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1500369082192384217?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1500369082192384217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1500369082192384217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1500369082192384217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_19.html' title='The A-10 Thunderbolt II &quot;Warthog&quot;'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1784603803891809211</id><published>2009-09-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD what an awful day.  I want to drain you of your energy so read this and I will feel better now.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1784603803891809211?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1784603803891809211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-what-awful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1784603803891809211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1784603803891809211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-what-awful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6701720127550492913</id><published>2009-09-19T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:59:54.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Quit Smoking'/><title type='text'>No tas moker</title><content type='html'>Well, i can now say with confidence that I am truly not a smoker anymore.  I had the worst day.  I work in customer care for a cell phone company and the people were FOUL.  Hearing my cubicle neighbors with their fake laughs and their "how may I helpio?" crap.  I have to say that after a shift like that I almost want to break into a pawn shop, steal some gunzandammo and... well.  Let's just say that the world is lucky I live 5 min from work and there are no pawn shops close by.  Leaving work, all the smokers were venting about their bad day and I listened for a moment.  Not only did the smoke make me sick, but I didn't have one urge to bum one, I didn't even think about it.  I just laughed and walked off.  I didn't realize it till I got to my car and I thought I would share!  It is possible to quit smoking completely.  You just have to want it.  Or rather not want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6701720127550492913?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6701720127550492913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-tas-moker_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6701720127550492913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6701720127550492913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-tas-moker_19.html' title='No tas moker'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5305910109747539088</id><published>2009-09-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Just too busy lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Well, I am off tonight and I will be able to record something. I am going to do some major cleaning and discarding crap I don't need after I sample it, of course. I have a lot of noise makers and other junk to get rid of. This will be a lot of fun. When I get to it. After I record tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5305910109747539088?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5305910109747539088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-too-busy-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5305910109747539088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5305910109747539088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-too-busy-lately.html' title='Just too busy lately...'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1475110133871730337</id><published>2009-09-19T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Just to let you know I am still at it. I have not lost enough to take a good pic yet, but I am still at it! Very soon you will see some posted pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1475110133871730337?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1475110133871730337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1475110133871730337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1475110133871730337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6718279443190291169</id><published>2009-09-19T08:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:59:54.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Quit Smoking'/><title type='text'>Hacking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I had a dream.  I dreamed (dreamt) that I smoked a cig.  It was enjoyable too.  I could smell it in my dream.  It smelled good.  I had this dream because as I was leaving work last night, I walked past the smoke shack and there were like 5 people there smoking.  The smell made my body ache instantly and I felt like I was going to throw up.  The question (and it is rhetorical) is why would I dream about it being pleasurable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6718279443190291169?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6718279443190291169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/hacking_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6718279443190291169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6718279443190291169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/hacking_19.html' title='Hacking?'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4225910536374426802</id><published>2009-09-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Out of time</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't get to record, but I still have everything set up, so I shall do so tomorrow evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4225910536374426802?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4225910536374426802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4225910536374426802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4225910536374426802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-time.html' title='Out of time'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7712751242490066191</id><published>2009-09-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Sicko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Done some experimenting yesterday and planning on some recording tonight. Called in, did'nt go to work because of my anxiety level. This has got to stop, but not sure how to stop it. Something's got to give! So far seems like it has been my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Playing strat&gt;ts9x&gt;PM7&gt;Pulsar&gt;Echo Park&gt;XDD&gt;Amp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I got this strange rythmic texture when playing prepared guitar thru these effects. It sounds like I feel. I intend to record this tonight and mix in some filtered drums from an old keyboard. I expect it to sound cinematic like a lot of my other stuff. Not really a "Song". No lyrics for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7712751242490066191?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7712751242490066191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/sicko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7712751242490066191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7712751242490066191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/sicko.html' title='Sicko'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6306832692713766345</id><published>2009-09-08T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:59:54.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Quit Smoking'/><title type='text'>Smoke Eat</title><content type='html'>Well.  Tobacco is a weird plant.  You can't really do other things with it.  You can't put it in a pie or a stew.  That would just plain taste awful.  Disgusting, actually.  All you can do is smoke it, chew it, or dip it or snuff it.  There is another plant that can be used for other things + it can be smoked too.  This is so interesting to me.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marijuana"&gt;Weed&lt;/a&gt; is what I am talking about.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemp"&gt;This plant is so useful.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6306832692713766345?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6306832692713766345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/smoke-eat_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6306832692713766345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6306832692713766345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/smoke-eat_08.html' title='Smoke Eat'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2558280128224794934</id><published>2009-09-08T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>Here it iz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.diyguitarist.com/Images/TMK-Top1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.diyguitarist.com/Images/TMK-Top1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gaussmarkov.net/layouts/tmk/tmk-project.pdf"&gt;PDF Project file&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/tpe123/folkurban/fuzz/snippets.html"&gt;TIM ESCOBEDO'S SITE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/tpe123/folkurban/fuzz/tmk.mp3"&gt;Listen to the T.M.K.!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2558280128224794934?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2558280128224794934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-it-iz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2558280128224794934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2558280128224794934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-it-iz.html' title='Here it iz'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5040322202734188352</id><published>2009-09-08T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>FUZZYNUTZ like a kitty.</title><content type='html'>I have been working on the freaking TMK project for so long now. I have dreams about it working, not working, making funny noises, making loud noises, coming alive and cutting my fingers off. I am ready to say screw the small PCB and all the bullshit and just pin them to a 2x4 old school fashion. Might as well, cause with 6 knobs, it will need to be tweaked a lot because of it's naughtiness. I plan on using it on the top rack anyway, so why does it need to be in pedal form anyway? It doesn't, so I will put it in a wooden box or something. I guess. Here's a video of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1143550502331"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1143550502331" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5040322202734188352?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5040322202734188352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuzzynutz-like-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5040322202734188352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5040322202734188352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuzzynutz-like-kitty.html' title='FUZZYNUTZ like a kitty.'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-105759328211969863</id><published>2009-09-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>I've been recording a lot lately...</title><content type='html'>I really hate recording onto the computer. I hate how it lags and I hate all the words. I just want it to be simple. Plug in an instrument, Play thru and hear it on the same speakers and record and then record another track over it without any drag and hear the other track and what I am playing thru the same speakers on the computer and without all the complicated effects, just the usual reverb and such. EASY to use all the way through. When thru recording, just click a mouse to fix any mistakes or to copy and paste like in acid and even add other wav file/drum loops to it. Click a mouse to save it and convert it to mp3 and finally to burn it to disk. No freaking thousands of amps and guitars and pedals to choose from, just whatever you plug in. Maybe the input device with a preamp could be wireless. That would be great. Most importantly, it needs to be CHEAP or even FREE. Just need ANY input device to work. The wireless one is just tops. I would like to see a processer that is worn on the arm like the predator's computer. Just plug into guitar and Guitar to amp and it has all kind of effects on it. Just an idea I have had for a while. No more tapdancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-105759328211969863?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/105759328211969863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-been-recording-lot-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/105759328211969863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/105759328211969863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-been-recording-lot-lately.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve been recording a lot lately...'/><author><name>Scott 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-9200354431515392461?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/9200354431515392461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/doobe-doo-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/9200354431515392461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/9200354431515392461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/doobe-doo-down-down.html' title='doobe doo down down'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-3165655366351375151</id><published>2009-09-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>downupdownnow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I am so ober now, cos a bush woof a barkin an Iyme a need to put evrething up and away so bed is time to go no wait bedzamaded&lt;br /&gt;godadoos tuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pink fleshy squishy sphinctre amidst an espanse of coarse barbs so long that they wave as the creature moves about and the dreaded mouth. puckered and belched out a horrid gas that made me and my associets wretch in nausea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-3165655366351375151?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/3165655366351375151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/downupdownnow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3165655366351375151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/3165655366351375151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/downupdownnow.html' title='downupdownnow'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-669269856820333792</id><published>2009-09-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>another powestt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Everything seems absurd like peeples on tv are acting so redickulis now drama overacting and stuff. We actl ike its normal but it isnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-669269856820333792?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/669269856820333792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-powestt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/669269856820333792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/669269856820333792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-powestt.html' title='another powestt'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4127994900002896096</id><published>2009-09-07T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>ramping down feels like up in mie hed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;feelin like a cap a body cap fits lik o akern cap on my behine me partsand on miykneck kuje a heatingpad on jmy neck a lilanxshus thogh. kinda closing down for a bee an k m isza qwiayet now. a bee iz a sweap n ie m a stow 'n duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4127994900002896096?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4127994900002896096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramping-down-feels-like-up-in-mie-hed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4127994900002896096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4127994900002896096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramping-down-feels-like-up-in-mie-hed.html' title='ramping down feels like up in mie hed'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7427476307931720971</id><published>2009-09-07T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>kinda okee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Buffalo pretzle nuggets are my favorite food to eat on a day like today&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7427476307931720971?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7427476307931720971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/kinda-okee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7427476307931720971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7427476307931720971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/kinda-okee.html' title='kinda okee'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-4991826456029186586</id><published>2009-09-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>time is so slow like it dosent matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;spie hard now less a goodl augh I m sobered for a few minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-4991826456029186586?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/4991826456029186586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-so-slow-like-it-dosent-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4991826456029186586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/4991826456029186586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-so-slow-like-it-dosent-matter.html' title='time is so slow like it dosent matter'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1052655248518417295</id><published>2009-09-07T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I dont think that we expirince time the same now i feel different than I thought I would. More like I am pulling my head out of the water. Breeathing in for the first time in 60 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1052655248518417295?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1052655248518417295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1052655248518417295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1052655248518417295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/now.html' title='now'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-6237989478480553922</id><published>2009-09-07T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>mlikkahrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;running man cheetoe&lt;br /&gt;tippitoe&lt;br /&gt;feed a pig a apple&lt;br /&gt;It'll make bacon&lt;br /&gt;bits FATBACK&lt;br /&gt;cornnut sithuation&lt;br /&gt;fareydust cripness&lt;br /&gt;spachuluh&lt;br /&gt;pie pooding&lt;br /&gt;thatsa baid ass sheep in a woof's clothing (Fur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-6237989478480553922?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/6237989478480553922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/mlikkahrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6237989478480553922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/6237989478480553922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/mlikkahrrr.html' title='mlikkahrrr'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8843726880812464970</id><published>2009-09-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>foofaf a say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I doo haf to say that im am owookee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8843726880812464970?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8843726880812464970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/foofaf-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8843726880812464970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8843726880812464970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/09/foofaf-say.html' title='foofaf a say'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-8041600976770600303</id><published>2009-08-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:41:29.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No MSG'/><title type='text'>Just thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I wonder if the black magic we are under is because we beg for our television and our internet and our cellphones etc. We can't go without it and it is what is hypnotizing us into being weakened slaves. We are completely controlled by our base desires as a society. All the electronics operate on certain frequencies and maybe these frequencies are not harmonious to our natural frequencies and they cause us great pain. Just thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-8041600976770600303?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/8041600976770600303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8041600976770600303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/8041600976770600303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-5189066300545428338</id><published>2009-08-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:04:05.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SITREP'/><title type='text'>Lay Zee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I don't know why I get so nervous.  I get on edge when anything is about to happen.  Anything that is about to change.  I feel like I need to be on edge to take control and not feel guilty for not doing someting.  I dont want to be lazy and I don't want to appear lazy and I don't want to think of myself as lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-5189066300545428338?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/5189066300545428338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/lay-zee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5189066300545428338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/5189066300545428338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/lay-zee.html' title='Lay Zee'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2527920472616368962</id><published>2009-08-16T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:53:56.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nut'/><title type='text'>much fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I havent played in about a week. I did tonight and it was really fun. I still have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2527920472616368962?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2527920472616368962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/much-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2527920472616368962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2527920472616368962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/much-fun.html' title='much fun'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1021838021204935826</id><published>2009-08-14T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>It's about freeking time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I weigh 364 now. I cannot believe it. I am over the hump. I am still a fatty and I did not order my new breeches yet so no pictures for you. Yo ujust have to take my word. I promise. I am looking so fine! I'd do me.... (Sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1021838021204935826?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1021838021204935826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-about-freeking-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1021838021204935826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1021838021204935826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-about-freeking-time.html' title='It&amp;#39;s about freeking time!!!'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-7245039886201798342</id><published>2009-08-14T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:36:44.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Vomit'/><title type='text'>from my work between calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;What is it that really matters here? What is your concern? You are in a body. Are you somebody? Where does your mind begin and reality end. And the world end. The world end. There is a place between that is discomfort it is change and chaos A place in between. A twilight world that is and isn't. I Crack my eggshell skull pouring out tortured matter gray fractured pieces were containing something something wild and hopeless upon a black surface a space this time between your heart and mine. Feeling a twisting and churning between my can and cannot. Id like to break. Id like to break. I need to break. I need to break. It's time to break. But I stretch. Something pulls. I smack this head and feel my pain I need to end this world there is no end. There is no end. My mind has now ended and the world has stopped reality is not. Nothing is real. I cannot complete this MIRROR PUZZLE it's glass shards have severed my arteries but I cannot bleed enough. To stop this reality. I want to rip off my skin and poke out my eyes and cover my ears, but I can't get the taste of blood out of my mouth with gas on fire I burn in hell and flames no end to this no end to this no end to this i cant bring this to an end my brain is nothing and I am still in this reality aware of my nothing and nothing more. I am where the mind ends and reality begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-7245039886201798342?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/7245039886201798342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-my-work-between-calls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7245039886201798342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/7245039886201798342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-my-work-between-calls.html' title='from my work between calls'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-1858734545737630450</id><published>2009-08-14T22:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:59:54.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Quit Smoking'/><title type='text'>EAT SMOKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I can see that my struggle with weight has really came to a head recently.  I have had some strange feelings about smoking lately that I just don't fully understand.  I have become a voracious eater.  I am always grazing like a fat bovine with the slightly larger cranium and the nervous expression.  I counted my points today (Flex) and I went over again.  Not by much, but I am weaker than before.  I went to the gym today as I have been doing for the last 3 months and I can see that I am not making progress like I want to.  I get frustrated when I think about what I have put into my health only to find that my health has actually gotten worse since I quit!  High bloodpressure, swollen ankles for unknown reasons, pancrease issues, potential for diabetes and I'm fucking weak now!   I guess I just got old while I was quitting... or did quitting make me get old?  I know it had it's moments where I thought I was going to die.  I guess It's not healthy to question that and just be thankful that I can breathe.  Thanks for reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-1858734545737630450?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/1858734545737630450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/eat-smoke_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1858734545737630450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/1858734545737630450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/eat-smoke_14.html' title='EAT SMOKE'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-625626017034834555.post-2682526149731405407</id><published>2009-08-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:15:01.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starving Artist'/><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Yeah, I am still here. Just had some crazy stuff going on. My Computer crashed, got it up and running again but didnt blog here for a while and then it became infected with some malware. I just got this mother up and running with no viruses, so I am happy to inform you that I will continue this blog. I am definitely still losing weight, just not enough to show in clothes much. I have started weight training (not serious) to increase my muscle mass and whatever. I'm working on m'pecs. I will, as I said before, post another picture when there is a visable change. I think I have posted a fat pic of me in every outfit I own. I will wait till I have a new outfit to show you! No pics till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/625626017034834555-2682526149731405407?l=scottguider.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/feeds/2682526149731405407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2682526149731405407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/625626017034834555/posts/default/2682526149731405407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottguider.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Scott Guider</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13348340737546284467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tnxlC5OGykk/Su-HwsmkT-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lnVcaSzaSQ4/S220/Me+at+work+no+hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
