<?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-4537778115311435853</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:13:44.485-05:00</updated><category term='GAF'/><title type='text'>Brain Cell Graveyard</title><subtitle type='html'>I think it, you read it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3386292343765817974</id><published>2009-08-08T02:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:47:54.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"ninjas in the street"</title><content type='html'>What is it with Ninjas in Baltimore and sidewalks?  It's like sidewalks are made from pure kryptonite. But fine, i can't say too much cus I've walked in the street before but this is where I draw the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can people walk in the street which is made for cars and then have the audacity to catch an attitude when you want to get by. If I could just for a day have the ability to run people over without harming them but still be able to scare the hell out of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are taking about Ninjas not knowing how to conduct themselves in the street, let's touch on double parking. Now, there is a need for double parking (DP), especially on these tiny one way streets in Baltimore.  That being said...dammit why must you DP beside an OPEN spot!  Why!? Explain this to&lt;br /&gt;Le. U don't have to pull all the way in either, at least get half the car in so that people can get by. Personally, I love to pull up on their bumper so they can't back into the spot frcing the idiot to circle back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i think about at 3am in the morning.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3386292343765817974?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3386292343765817974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3386292343765817974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3386292343765817974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3386292343765817974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-street.html' title='&amp;quot;ninjas in the street&amp;quot;'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2329219026533035118</id><published>2009-07-31T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:52:10.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown ass men acting like little girls around athletes...</title><content type='html'>What I don't understand is when grown ass men are clamoring, pushing and shoving for an autograph.  I have a huge level of respect and admiration for upper echelon athletes but that mans John Hancock on a piece of cardboard is nothing to get all up in arms about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I won't fault a person for getting an autograph but it's the people who aren't on that front row that really irritate me.  There have been times when I've been in the midst of the horde with a friend and it didn't bother me too much.  People who know me, know that I'm real laid back, it takes a lot to move me.  But there was this one time...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my girlfriend to a game with me and my homeboy was there.  We were all going to catch the metro back to our cars but he had to stop for autographs.  He always gets there early and we were right up front.  Eventually the crowd grows and it's packed.  Once the players start to roll around, that's when the pushing and shoving began and as they draw near, you have people hitting you in your face with their arms and BS that they need to get signed.  It was when this man behind me started to really become ignorant and knowingly mashing my girl in her head that I had to turn around and show the ignorant side of my personality.  A grown ass man seeking after another mans signature would have the audacity to push and cram his way past a woman...?!?!  No, sir.  People have no decency and I had to lean on him right there on the spot.  Needless to say he was shocked and caught off guard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random story...  It still irritates me to this day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2329219026533035118?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2329219026533035118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2329219026533035118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2329219026533035118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2329219026533035118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/07/grown-ass-men-acting-like-little-girls.html' title='Grown ass men acting like little girls around athletes...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5711487421205851073</id><published>2009-05-17T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:12:04.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get that negative food out of my fridge</title><content type='html'>- A few weeks back I was in the barbershop.  Shout out to Innovation Hair Designs (sounds like a salon doesn't it?) and my barber and owner Miles Beanie Bellamy.  So I'm sitting in the chair and we're talking about people kickin "knowledge" and being spirtual/deep.  So Moe (barber) brings up a woman who used to date who not only would not drink Pepsi (unofficial beverage of black folk), she would not even allow it in her fridge.  The reason being?  She didn't want the "enery" or "vibes" from the Pepsi to I assume infect her food.  My mind = blown.  I'm afraid to know what kinda vibe old chinese carry-out gives out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5711487421205851073?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5711487421205851073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5711487421205851073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5711487421205851073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5711487421205851073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-that-negative-food-out-of-my-fridge.html' title='Get that negative food out of my fridge'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5403817628532440120</id><published>2009-03-21T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:37:56.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iBlogger...</title><content type='html'>I saw a new app called iBlogger which I'm using to write this blog from my iPhone. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A lot of times I roll my eyes when peolple throw scripture at me. I can take some blame for not studying enough which prolly hurts my discernment.  But I'll tell you what, sometimes people need a human answer. By human I mean a peer to peer evaluation and relation to the situation at hand that is still biblical grounded/founded but is still personable to you as a person. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If that makes any sense...&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-location-wrapper"/&gt;Mobile Blogging from &lt;a class="iblogger-location" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=39.3233,-76.5715"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5403817628532440120?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5403817628532440120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5403817628532440120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5403817628532440120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5403817628532440120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/03/iblogger.html' title='iBlogger...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-1752843679825819140</id><published>2009-03-14T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:58:59.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the sun not out?</title><content type='html'>Does the sun not shine in the winter?  Wait, before I even get into that.  Sunglasses are meant to...  *smh  Look here, don't tell me what the hell I can and cannot wear.  The sun is out in the winter so why is it "wrong" to wear shades during that month?  Or my eyes not dialating as we speak because the sun is reflecting off of the snow laying on the ground?  Do UV rays cease to damage your retina in the winter?  GTFOutta here with that nonsense.  I will continue to wear shades in the winter and continue to not care what you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-1752843679825819140?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1752843679825819140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=1752843679825819140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1752843679825819140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1752843679825819140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-sun-not-out.html' title='Is the sun not out?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-1609845320563747833</id><published>2009-03-08T03:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:04:21.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My FB status that was kinda mean...</title><content type='html'>LOL like that narrowed it down, right?  It's late so I won't post a picture of an example and please excuse any incoherence on my part but I have a slight issue...  I tend to become irritated with people who are arrogant and have absolutely no reason to be.  This goes for males and females and the type of person I'm referring to is the "MODEL".  To get even more specific, the BALTIMORE "MODEL".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a BALTIMORE "MODEL"?  That's a damn good question and I'm not quite sure how to answer it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, EVERYONE/ANYONRE...  Your gym mate in 2nd grade, your homegirl who is 2 months pregnant but doesn't know it yet, if you have a 5'3 167 pound sister, she could be one too. It could also be your gay homeboy that walks better than 95% of the girls in the show.  Everyone on FB applies too, lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong cus I ain't gon hate on someone else's gig or hobby.  I just tend to get a bit miffed when people peer down their noses like they've made it.  Like...this is NY or something, we are in BALTIMORE and you're half nekkid on a Morgan flyer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize because I feel that this is coming off kinda cluttered and that's cus it's 4am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-1609845320563747833?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1609845320563747833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=1609845320563747833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1609845320563747833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1609845320563747833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fb-status-that-was-kinda-mean.html' title='My FB status that was kinda mean...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-550443081600572851</id><published>2009-03-04T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:25:45.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm B****!  It'll get ya DRUNK!</title><content type='html'>Dang, it's almost been a year but let's try this again.  Today's topic?  Weddings and ABS.  ABS may have to wait until tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The cost of a wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dinner: 9,986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alcohol: 2,016 (11,912)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organist: 200&lt;br /&gt;Flowers: 690&lt;br /&gt;150 Favors: 180&lt;br /&gt;17 Centerpieces: 155&lt;br /&gt;4 Church Flowers: 138&lt;br /&gt;Stamps: 95&lt;br /&gt;Girls' gifts: 60&lt;br /&gt;Girls' baskets: 25&lt;br /&gt;Pew Bows: 16&lt;br /&gt;Goblets: 11&lt;br /&gt;Dress: 726.88&lt;br /&gt;Veil: 75&lt;br /&gt;Alternations: 82&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry: 154.14&lt;br /&gt;Hair/Makeup/Nails: 210&lt;br /&gt;Misc: 96.71&lt;br /&gt;Invitations: 225.97&lt;br /&gt;Rings: 1,044.80&lt;br /&gt;Gifts: 522.25&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Rooms: 1299.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Photo/Video/DJ: 4177.76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limos/bus: 930&lt;br /&gt;Cake: 625&lt;br /&gt;Tips: 230&lt;br /&gt;Vocalist: 150&lt;br /&gt;Church Donation: 500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that!  I refuse to tally up that list of death and I meant it when I said death!  What man has to pay to die because that's what most men do when they get married.  LOL  I'm currently observing the funeral of a good friend whom shall remain nameless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back on topic.  $40k on a wedding is ridiculous.  Sure, if you're a millionaire that's nothing to you but if you're making less than $100k a year, it's retarded.  You're spending money on something that as a man you'll vaguely remember and 98% of your guests won't remember.  The best part of the only wedding I attended this year was the open bar and things quickly escalated to astronomical awesomeness.  There were adults standing on chairs thinking they were 23 again, it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...  I'm all over the place.  Hopefully tomorrow we will be back to discuss. ABS.  Or...is it ABWS?  It should be ABWS but I think the documentary (not like History Channel, it was bootleg) that I watched on it said ABS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-550443081600572851?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/550443081600572851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=550443081600572851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/550443081600572851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/550443081600572851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2009/03/mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-b-itll-get-ya-drunk.html' title='MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm B****!  It&apos;ll get ya DRUNK!'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2514798036664640658</id><published>2008-06-26T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:40:36.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"so I can make it juicy for ya..."  huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wmdeez.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/lil-wayne-kissing-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://wmdeez.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/lil-wayne-kissing-baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...  There's been a lot of speculation about whether or not this cat is gay.  One would assume that the picture to the right would be evidence enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I continue let me quote Jerry Seinfeld...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It was on purpose! We're not gay! Not that there's anything wrong with that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  Dude, to each his own, I'm trying to get myself right.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the topic at hand.  This cat is rappin about lollipops, and making it juicy for ya.  I'm no Wayne fan, I have nothing against him but I can't fathom any way possible that making it juicy for anyone can be deemed masculine.  One would think that this line would be coming from Lil Kim, not Lil Wayne.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I aint saying that he is or that it's wrong but that...I wouldn't be shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2514798036664640658?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2514798036664640658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2514798036664640658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2514798036664640658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2514798036664640658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-can-make-it-juicy-for-ya-huh.html' title='&quot;so I can make it juicy for ya...&quot;  huh?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2642037944211904644</id><published>2008-06-25T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:13:08.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh $h*T! (pun intended)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGKUKV9wxbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tgdvOyvlttc/s1600-h/n72801823_30678080_4843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGKUKV9wxbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tgdvOyvlttc/s200/n72801823_30678080_4843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215894223864251826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a point in time where you just let things go.  At some point after your boyfriend has banged you in your eye for the 15th time, you have to realize that maybe you need to let him go.  Or when your g/f has screwed another one of your homeboys, maybe you need to cut that loose.  Dropping that french fry inbetween the center console and your seat...after about 10 seconds of hunting for it, just let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a point in which your personal device hits certain public areas that you just have to let it go.  If your cell phone has slipped from between your greasy cheek and that silk shirt that you have on and fallen onto the bathroom floor of that Mc Donalds that you can't seem to stop visiting...  Stop and reflect at how many people have peed on that floor and then reflect on how much that phone cost and make a judgment call.  Who knows...maybe it won't bother you at all because you don't wash your hands anyway and pee is just water, right...right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bit of a difference between in the areas surrounding the public bathroom stall, lets list them in order from least worst to the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The floor, in front of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The floor, at the base of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The floor and to the sides of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The floor and behind the toilet.  (This is dangerous because you're getting mighty close to touching that stained porcelain...)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Bouncing off the seat into areas #1-#4.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The area where the hinge of the toilet seat is...where they don't clean at all...&lt;br /&gt;7.  In the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your phone is -$100 you need to go no higher than #2 if your phone has fallen.&lt;br /&gt;If your phone is $100+ then maybe you can scoot up to #3.&lt;br /&gt;If your phone is $200+ and relatively new, then #5 is your limit.&lt;br /&gt;If your 14, your phone is $300+ and your parents just got it for you, you better fish that mofo out.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dag...I haven't even touched on the letter yet.  Does anyone listen to Steve Harvey in the morning and how he dissects letters?  Let's dissect this letter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Obviously this lady was talking on her cell phone while using the toilet.  &lt;br /&gt;- Cell phones will float but yet hers is lodged into the toilet which means that she flushed the toilet in hopes that when the water disappeared she could quickly reach in and grab the phone with minimal splash damage from the poop water.  She failed at this...  In her desperate attempt to retrieve the unit, the water was too strong and sucked the water back in.  &lt;br /&gt;- This lady has issues with closure.  She needs to know when something is over, regardless of all the glaringly HUGE evidence that this situation is at its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she is awesome for putting her note into a protective sleeve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2642037944211904644?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2642037944211904644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2642037944211904644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2642037944211904644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2642037944211904644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Oh $h*T! (pun intended)'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGKUKV9wxbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tgdvOyvlttc/s72-c/n72801823_30678080_4843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5378021307460975243</id><published>2008-06-24T13:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:57:49.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGE07uyuB_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Gnm9QS5KHvo/s1600-h/whalefail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGE07uyuB_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Gnm9QS5KHvo/s200/whalefail.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215508044249434098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on in this picture?  Well, apparently someone was shipping a whale and the thing kinda just fell apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have been an interesting sequence of events.  Even before the whale split, it has to be pretty weird to be driving around with a multi-ton dead animal strapped to your rig...and then to have said animal complete unravel in the middle of a public intersection must provide one with a typical "WTH just happened?" type moment.  Please excuse the language (lets just say H = heck LOL) but...such mammoth incident had to have provided an equally explosive response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5378021307460975243?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5378021307460975243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5378021307460975243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5378021307460975243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5378021307460975243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-going-on-in-this-picture-well.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGE07uyuB_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/Gnm9QS5KHvo/s72-c/whalefail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2401259765054190097</id><published>2008-06-23T16:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:59:12.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGAB5mU18QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ft-8M0As88c/s1600-h/boot1yg0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGAB5mU18QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ft-8M0As88c/s200/boot1yg0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170457547174146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGAB3s7XR9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hL5z1ILfQ7I/s1600-h/boot2ui2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGAB3s7XR9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hL5z1ILfQ7I/s200/boot2ui2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170424959616978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABz21Lo7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6q8Vx73Z_aI/s1600-h/boot3gr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABz21Lo7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6q8Vx73Z_aI/s200/boot3gr5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170358898566066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABxaIi4aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qZqK0FkxxHA/s1600-h/boot4au2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABxaIi4aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qZqK0FkxxHA/s200/boot4au2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170316835414434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABtvgeCLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hGdevQbHzfw/s1600-h/boot5eq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABtvgeCLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/hGdevQbHzfw/s200/boot5eq3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170253853427890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABpXDKM3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BABattu5NRY/s1600-h/boot6fi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGABpXDKM3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BABattu5NRY/s200/boot6fi6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170178568565618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how beat the system.  You come outside and you have a boot on your car?  What do you do?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  If the lugnuts are exposed, simply remove the tire and put the spare on.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  If the claws that hold the boot to the wheel are locking onto the tire and not the rim, simply deflate the tire and pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2401259765054190097?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2401259765054190097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2401259765054190097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2401259765054190097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2401259765054190097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-how-beat-system.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SGAB5mU18QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ft-8M0As88c/s72-c/boot1yg0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4216449917005313994</id><published>2008-06-20T15:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:42:58.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFwETQQsvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/92eBw3lVRbY/s1600-h/n144100492_30165777_3509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFwETQQsvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/92eBw3lVRbY/s200/n144100492_30165777_3509.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214047197417225426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this picture (please forgive me), I was instantly able to relate to the lobsters in the tank at Red Lobster.  I now know why they huddle together in one corner in the tank at Giant food.  These are the looks they get.  It's that..."Imma tear you up!" type of look.  That last phrase....  *shudders*  Now that I sadly think about it, LOL...  This look can be interpreted many ways but since I NOT know what she was doing at this time (I have the fear of God in me), I will not elaborate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4216449917005313994?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4216449917005313994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4216449917005313994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4216449917005313994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4216449917005313994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-saw-this-picture-please-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFwETQQsvNI/AAAAAAAAAFc/92eBw3lVRbY/s72-c/n144100492_30165777_3509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3737469452824747011</id><published>2008-06-18T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:21:40.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFklibGXjOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ppbXPoI9UOo/s1600-h/698kevinp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFklibGXjOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ppbXPoI9UOo/s200/698kevinp.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213239316978306274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Folks...  If you're going to purchase "how to have sex for dummies"...  &lt;sigh&gt;  I mean really, why didn't you walk that purchase to the car after you left the book store?  Has this world completely run out of shame?  Looking at this dude, he's a grown-A man dawg, well into his 30's.  Oh, why do I even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/06/17/fema.supplies/index.html"&gt;FEMA steals $85 million from Katrina victims&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, I purposefully said they stole it.  Theres no way in the world you can honestly misplace $85 million worth of supplies.  You do not miraculously rediscover these supplies after CNN puts your agency on blast in front of the Nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome how this gets hardly any mention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFknr_amI4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/csH90PwnelI/s1600-h/darthtiger-gritty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFknr_amI4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/csH90PwnelI/s200/darthtiger-gritty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213241680368903042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Lord Tiger for winning one of the most epic battles in the history of Golf.  I ton of respect/admiration goes out to Rocco for truly giving it his all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3737469452824747011?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3737469452824747011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3737469452824747011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3737469452824747011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3737469452824747011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/folks.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFklibGXjOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ppbXPoI9UOo/s72-c/698kevinp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3699440491656825297</id><published>2008-06-13T14:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:03:04.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old socks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFLDPUBLmwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JKxJOdxmXA8/s1600-h/AuntMay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFLDPUBLmwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JKxJOdxmXA8/s200/AuntMay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211442386660203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this juvenile?  Sure it is.  But for those of you who know me personally, when have I ever truly cared what others think?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sometimes subliminal stuff like this is purposefully left into children's media.  Maybe it's to entertain adults with a chuckle that would otherwise go completely over an innocent kids mind.  Because clearly, this is just some "webbing" that Spidey man left laying around.  I wonder where MJ is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3699440491656825297?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3699440491656825297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3699440491656825297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3699440491656825297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3699440491656825297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-socks.html' title='Old socks....'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFLDPUBLmwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JKxJOdxmXA8/s72-c/AuntMay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-531774156705554116</id><published>2008-06-13T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:21:29.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFJyHfqZaUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LiATdo5nJIE/s1600-h/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFJyHfqZaUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LiATdo5nJIE/s200/story.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211353191905061186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to the Cirque du Solei blog in a bit.  I just wanted to share this screen cap from Fox News.  It's amazing how they can put up bull like this.  Politics...no wonder nobody wants to participate in such atrocious system.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about this "war on terror", the economy/recession, the highest unemployment in 20 years, gas prices?  I guess those aren't the issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-531774156705554116?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/531774156705554116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=531774156705554116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/531774156705554116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/531774156705554116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/really.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SFJyHfqZaUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LiATdo5nJIE/s72-c/story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-6648908841593432017</id><published>2008-06-08T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:26:21.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEygO9Qk71I/AAAAAAAAAEc/X5RezL_ZPLg/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEygO9Qk71I/AAAAAAAAAEc/X5RezL_ZPLg/s200/photo(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209715047783526226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPhone is the worst phone to take pictures with one-handed.  I see this guy from time to time when driving to work on the capital beltway.  I could not begin to explain what could only be described as ornaments that adorn his vehicle.  It's weird but I must say, I work around some off people and this does not shock me in the least.  What is slightly worrying is that I believe there is more than one vehicle traveling 295 that looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/kooza/intro/intro.htm"&gt;KOOZA!&lt;/a&gt;  This show is beyond awesome. I had the chance to experience this show, I'll blog &lt;br /&gt;about it tomorrow.  Here's a sneak preview.... *BOMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEyidkO1-2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/tJ2S3BK62v4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEyidkO1-2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/tJ2S3BK62v4/s200/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209717497786661730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-6648908841593432017?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6648908841593432017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=6648908841593432017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6648908841593432017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6648908841593432017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/iphone-is-worst-phone-to-take-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEygO9Qk71I/AAAAAAAAAEc/X5RezL_ZPLg/s72-c/photo(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4231024857793879779</id><published>2008-06-06T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:41:17.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look me in my face and tell me you didn't know...  You know what you were doing, you knew what was up when they were assembling to take the picture.  You knew when the picture was being taken.  You had the audacity to be the one who demanded another picture be taken...like it'd make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEmIeaNABOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ecc6hK54Kg/s1600-h/myjailbait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEmIeaNABOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ecc6hK54Kg/s200/myjailbait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208844500041991394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4231024857793879779?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4231024857793879779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4231024857793879779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4231024857793879779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4231024857793879779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-me-in-my-face-and-tell-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SEmIeaNABOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ecc6hK54Kg/s72-c/myjailbait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-6536489954987523051</id><published>2008-06-04T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:54:05.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6/4/08 8pm --  First and foremost I must profusely apologize..., syke it's not even that deep.  What better time to update my blog then when I'm waiting on a virus-scan to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even worse is that I still didn't sit and write a blog.  I've been awfully tired  and just worn out.  As I type this my phone is ringing and I cringe at each &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random thought of the day:&lt;/span&gt;  Many Hillary supporters are showing their "ignorance" on the news.  One lady was heard saying that there's less difference between Hillary and McCain than between Obama and McCain.  Wow..., just wow, good job America.  All I heard during the primary was that Obama and Hillary were very similar.  There is an entire gulf between Hillary and McCain in regards to their policies.  But I guess that gulf is a thimble in contrast to the colors white and black...  Let's all vote for Jurassic John!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...  Maybe this isn't even an issue and CNN/FOX/MSNBC just need some more BS to get ratings.  Either choice is pretty retarded if you ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-6536489954987523051?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6536489954987523051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=6536489954987523051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6536489954987523051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6536489954987523051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/06/6408-8pm-first-and-foremost-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-1588492797675110333</id><published>2008-05-29T10:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:31:17.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a rant....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an EU("end user" aka person who requests their pc to be fixed @ work), please DO NOT try to do stuff on your own.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please &lt;/span&gt;do not attempt to set up your email account.  Our jobs are a tiny bit more complicated than simply clicking "next" through the setup process.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; it's not as simple us "starting over" with certain programs.  In situations such as these you just made a 5 minute setup into a 45 minute call to the ApplicationX guru who happens to be the expert on this individual application to try to figure out how to undo whatever the heck it is you just attempted to do...  So please, believe us when we say it can't be done at this moment and let us do it.  Please.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-1588492797675110333?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1588492797675110333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=1588492797675110333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1588492797675110333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1588492797675110333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-childhood-memories-and-rant.html' title='a rant....'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-6414869164888310447</id><published>2008-05-21T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:10:50.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of what you pray for?</title><content type='html'>Beware sounds kind of extreme/morbid but...it's true.  My uncle often mentions during his sermons that when you ask God for something he'll give it to you...  Duh, we all know that right? Matthew 7:8/Matthew 21:22 There are more scriptures but you get the idea.  Ask, you get it.  All you need is faith, expectation, patience and in my case just enough obedience to slide through.  LOL  You should always try to strive to be more obedient since in His eyes that's greater than sacrifice.  Anyway, back to the topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through the ruffest two weeks I've experienced at my job or any job I've held.  My coworker is out due to surgery and I've been asked to hold down the fort.  This building requires 2-3 people to run smoothly and without a hitch.  When major "fires" break out, one can tend to the emergency while the other can handle the day to day bullcrap that pops up.  Well, there is only 1 person here and over 500 users to support.  Tough gig right?  But it's been a blessing.  I've felt envigorated since the moment she left and it's great feeling to know that I can do this on my own.  I can run this building alone if need be and I feel that I'm still growing as a tech.  My comfortability in certain process will only grow and make it even easier than it is now.  Now that is not to say that I don't need my coworker because she is awesome, but it's good to know that I'm valuable to my company and my customer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you pray for?  I prayed for increase.  I prayed for a substantial raise.  So why beware?  Why?  That 1st paragraph is why.  I knew when I prayed for that, I was going to be tested to see if I was worthy of it.  My new boss doesn't know of all the awesome stuff I did last year or of my growth since I was 1st hired.  I wondered how I was going to be show him that I deserve a raise.  Well, a reason was provided, on top of all the other reasons I listed in my self assesment.  The fork in the road was presented to me.  If I wanted to be blessed I had the option to do what needed to be done and I'm doing it.  Not only has this present me with a way to achieve what I need/want, it's made me a better employee and is a step to knocking out a habit of procrastination.  That would be my 2nd habit of the year and would be an awesome consilation prize on top of a substantial raise.  I'm proof that prayer does work and that God blesses you even when you don't deserve it.  &lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-6414869164888310447?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6414869164888310447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=6414869164888310447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6414869164888310447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6414869164888310447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware-of-what-you-pray-for.html' title='Beware of what you pray for?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-8805279518312796376</id><published>2008-05-15T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:03:16.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the deal with the hate?</title><content type='html'>One thing I've grown to dislike about "corp america" is the whole rate race mindset but thats nothing new.  I also really dislike the mentality of stepping on others to rise to the top but I guess that's unavoidable...  The one thing that's really kinda irked me is how other black men act towards me in the work place.  Is it that I'm half their age or is it because I'm black?  Are they supposed to be the only blacks that work here?  Someone fill me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just come off really stiff and tight.  They don't want to acknowledge you in the hall and one even tried to carry me(joke on me) once in the elevator.  At the time I was so happy to have this fly job I didn't care what he saying...  I dunno.  It's mostly the 40-50 year old black men, the older dudes are typically pretty friendly and of course the guys closer to my age are kool and helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't be threatened by me black man.  Jealousy is a female trait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-8805279518312796376?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8805279518312796376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=8805279518312796376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8805279518312796376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8805279518312796376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-deal-with-hate.html' title='Whats the deal with the hate?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5321798999981591473</id><published>2008-05-09T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:24:23.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't be selfish...</title><content type='html'>My creativity comes in spurts so I try to horde ideas and dish them out evenly so my blog doesn't have any dry spells.  LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you have it!  Tell me that my homeboy Fonso doesn't resemble this cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRecMs0S1I/AAAAAAAAADM/gsVs7Q4KwgA/s1600-h/fonzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRecMs0S1I/AAAAAAAAADM/gsVs7Q4KwgA/s200/fonzo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198383708430945106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5321798999981591473?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5321798999981591473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5321798999981591473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5321798999981591473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5321798999981591473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-be-selfish.html' title='I can&apos;t be selfish...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRecMs0S1I/AAAAAAAAADM/gsVs7Q4KwgA/s72-c/fonzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-6762872064130972767</id><published>2008-05-09T09:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:48:43.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're drawing my attention...LOL pun intended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRTics0SxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z1mQCisvYQo/s1600-h/photo(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRTics0SxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z1mQCisvYQo/s200/photo(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198371721177221906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me want to barf up my small intestine. Look at this miraculous catastrophe of big crayons, near sightedness, astigmatism and a totally wacked our sense of "artistic" creativity.  LOL, I can't believe I woke up to seeing this in my local starbucks one Saturday morning and I knew I had to take a picture of her as soon as she walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you, this chick strolled into the shop like she knew she was the business.  She was on her phone gabbing it up, not too loud but seemingly unaware that she was in a public place.  Basically she was drawing me in to a mindstate of ignorance that I often engage in but at times try to ignore because it's going to get me intro trouble sooner or later.  I had to take a picture of her and time was of the essence because my vinte caramel apple spice with extra whipped cream was due up any second!  Plus the iPhone is sleek but slippery and near impossible to take one handed/obscure pictures with...soooo.....yeah, you can tell she knew I took a pic but she deserved to know.  That drawing on her face belongs in museums and to be adored by the masses, if she didn't want anyone to see it, she shouldn't have left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRVVMs0SyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y6veBcT1GKQ/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRVVMs0SyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y6veBcT1GKQ/s200/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198373692567210786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so...  I guess this is what bookstores think black people are interested in...  &lt;sigh&gt;  Can't blame em cus this is all I see any of my friends reading anyway.  Sex books...  Nice.  Way to expand our minds above the out of control pregnancy rates and astronomical STD rates her in Baltimore.  *round of applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRWE8s0SzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7Yey3Y7ZapA/s1600-h/NASApix02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRWE8s0SzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7Yey3Y7ZapA/s200/NASApix02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198374512905964338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture was just something I wanted to share and is one of many that can be found on NASA's website.  Pretty awesome, amirite?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-6762872064130972767?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6762872064130972767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=6762872064130972767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6762872064130972767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6762872064130972767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-drawing-my-attentionlol-pun.html' title='You&apos;re drawing my attention...LOL pun intended'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCRTics0SxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z1mQCisvYQo/s72-c/photo(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-1829840245385427062</id><published>2008-05-06T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:31:23.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why must we walk in the street?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCCHOfVazBI/AAAAAAAAACk/qA3P3ZvpT-g/s1600-h/photo(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCCHOfVazBI/AAAAAAAAACk/qA3P3ZvpT-g/s200/photo(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302652984806418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the problem?  Really.  People walk in the streets and have the audacity to get upset with you when you try to drive by.  They look at you like you're supposed to be driving your car on the sidewalk.  Now, I haven't been too many places but out of the places I've been, I don't see people walking in the street like they do in Baltimore.  It's like a need to be seen or be noticed that is being filled by getting in the way of my vehicle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-1829840245385427062?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1829840245385427062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=1829840245385427062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1829840245385427062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1829840245385427062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-must-we-walk-in-street.html' title='Why must we walk in the street?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SCCHOfVazBI/AAAAAAAAACk/qA3P3ZvpT-g/s72-c/photo(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-224798023765470313</id><published>2008-05-02T15:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:03:07.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>http://girlgetpaid.com/</title><content type='html'>Just another reminder to all my female readers to check out my homegirls blog.  It's full of ways to make some legit cheese on the side.  She's one of the sweetest people I know, so take a peak at her blog and I'm sure she'll ask any questions you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlgetpaid.com/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-224798023765470313?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/224798023765470313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=224798023765470313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/224798023765470313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/224798023765470313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/httpgirlgetpaidcom.html' title='http://girlgetpaid.com/'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3240672244332137461</id><published>2008-05-02T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:16:01.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of tact would be nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBslMvVazAI/AAAAAAAAACc/wbZfwPX0ON8/s1600-h/photo(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBslMvVazAI/AAAAAAAAACc/wbZfwPX0ON8/s200/photo(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195787495896960002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people...  When you go out to a gathering, be it double dating, weddings, funerals or just random fellowship please do not attack your food.  The photo evidence above was taken at a recent wedding, while we'll leave the suspect unnamed lets just say he's a thin six foot black male with long hair.  LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot say that this man ate his food.  You cannot state that he was famished.  Those words do not accurately depict the destruction and ferocity in which this poor animal was dismantled.  This man destroyed this animal.  He vaporized any resemblance of what type of animal this could have been.  If I had not received the same plate of food as he I could not report back to you that this was indeed an animal and not a small child.  This man had a hunger that a snickers bar could not quench.  It would take more than .5 a day to feed this man through a missionary Christian fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, my people...  Do not come to a place of fellowship with this type of hunger.  People like me notice and will write a blog about you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3240672244332137461?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3240672244332137461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3240672244332137461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3240672244332137461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3240672244332137461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/bit-of-tact-would-be-nice.html' title='A bit of tact would be nice...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBslMvVazAI/AAAAAAAAACc/wbZfwPX0ON8/s72-c/photo(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2945581179573963202</id><published>2008-04-29T16:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:05:58.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to survive a zombie apocalypse...</title><content type='html'>1.  Keep tons of non-perishable food in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Get out an exercise.  If you can't run at least a mile at a good pace you're getting left behind.  I'm not going to stop to help you if you're not needed.  Children and elderly can get left too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get out of the city.  If you're in NY or somewhere like that, you're screwed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  In the event of a zombie apocalypse, would you drive 20 minutes across town to find your loved ones?  Heck no.  Granny is as good as dead and if you're dumb enough to go try to save her, don't take any of my ammo.  It's going to be wasted.  Lock the door before you go please.  Also, we're not going to undo any barricades for you to save your aunt or your stoopid dog.  If you attempt to remove barricades and potentially letting the zombies in, we'll kill you.  Seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Have a lot of guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Learn how to shoot your gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Grab a bat in case the gun isn't working out for you, or you run out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  If your dearest loved one turned into a zombie, what would you do?  Kill them.  They're gone and if you don't kill them, one of us sane people will do it.  If you get to acting a fool...you can leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  In the event that a large group of your posse is in danger, it may make sense to aid them.  You may need some of their expertise and help along the way.  Ultimately, you have to look out for numero uno but dont chump out and end up delaying the inevitable screwing of yourself because your were chikin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  If you happen to be caught outside at the start of the apocalypse please don't wait for the zombies to wake up before finding refuge.  I'd look for a walmart, mall or fortified building.  A firehouse may be ideal, block the steps...  I'm sure zombies can't climb poles.  Poor scalding how water down the chute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  The 1st matter of business is to fortify your position.  Check for all exits and secure them.  Don't let any people of a particular "ilk" that like to open doors near the exits.  Kill them if they step within 100 feet of the exit.  No time for games or emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  If you hear strange noises outside, remeber that this is a zombie apocalypse.  All those who wish to investigate may do so at their own risk of getting shot for stepping within 100 feet of the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2945581179573963202?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2945581179573963202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2945581179573963202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2945581179573963202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2945581179573963202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-survive-zombie-apocalypse.html' title='How to survive a zombie apocalypse...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-8397937944345098440</id><published>2008-04-25T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:19:03.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America the beautiful?</title><content type='html'>America, where an 18 year old gets oral sex from another willing teenager and gets 10 years in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where you get shot 40+ times for reaching for your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where trees are designated for whites only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where you can get shot at 50 times by 5 "upholders of the law", 30 of which come from 1 individual, die and not get any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where our president waits days to visit New Orleans after Katrina.  Where many are still without homes and yet we don't have a f*cking thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where we can pump billions of dollars into a war that we the public no longer support or ever supported depending who you are.  Yet...we can't feed victims of a national disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where billions upon billions of dollars are spent for wars yet our skool systems suck, our veterans are homeless, our teachers abused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, where our politicians are paid off by corporate entities so that they can screw us over.  &lt;cough&gt;gas&lt;cough&gt;  Look into who in the Bush adminstration has monies invested in oil...  Look at the technologies that are stunted because "they" won't make any cheese off of it.  And then look how that is effects your pockets.  Freedom is ringing right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really...  There's no place I'd rather be, I'm not on some back to Africa nonsense but...  We've given up our power as citizens.  Didn't they teach us in skool that we hold the power to this country?  Doesn't seem that way anymore does it?  Where are the protests, the boycotts the sit ins?  United we stand, right?  Divided we fall...  We've fallen as citizens in my humble opinion.  I often sit back and wonder if I'm going to be apart of that change...  The thing is, they don't want you to think that its worth it to even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America....where our "leader" president bush says we need to be at war to PROTECT US.  A father and soon to be husband gets riddled with bullets by the Police...  He had no gun...  Maybe those billions of dollars spent each month should be spent on teaching the NYPD on how to conduct themselves.  This is where it all started anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-8397937944345098440?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8397937944345098440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=8397937944345098440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8397937944345098440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8397937944345098440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/american-beautiful.html' title='America the beautiful?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4150052604231330351</id><published>2008-04-24T12:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:04:23.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to design a logo...</title><content type='html'>Another quickie to share.  I saw this on my favorite forum (GAF).  To read the article click&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/04/24/nogc124.xml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic gist of the article is that the London Office of Govt. Commerce wanted a bold and striking logo design.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBCyz_Vay-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Lsj3Uki-neI/s1600-h/nogc300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBCyz_Vay-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Lsj3Uki-neI/s200/nogc300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192846976602524642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The employees soon noticed the...awkwardness of the logo shortly after its unveiling.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBCy6PVay_I/AAAAAAAAACU/In-48WREajg/s1600-h/nogc300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBCy6PVay_I/AAAAAAAAACU/In-48WREajg/s200/nogc300.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847083976707058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4150052604231330351?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4150052604231330351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4150052604231330351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4150052604231330351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4150052604231330351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-not-to-design-logo.html' title='How not to design a logo...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SBCyz_Vay-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Lsj3Uki-neI/s72-c/nogc300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3895363221222974493</id><published>2008-04-23T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:56:04.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL contracts</title><content type='html'>Just a quick entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about how phony the media is lately and how fickle and phony sports fans are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a player like Shaun Alexander who just cut from the Seahawks cus he wasn't performing.  They ended his contract that quick...  The media doesn't care and the fans are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have a player like Chad Johnson who says the team isn't paying him what he's worth and the media and fans are outraged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that a team has the "right" to tell a player that we're not going to honor the contract and release them?  But a player is looked down upon for trying to get the money they're worth while they're worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem fair?  To be quite honest, I don't blame them for wanting to get paid while they "deserve" the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Teachers are underpaid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3895363221222974493?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3895363221222974493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3895363221222974493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3895363221222974493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3895363221222974493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/nfl-contracts.html' title='NFL contracts'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3454578257411364057</id><published>2008-04-18T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:11:02.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No means no, but yes means no later... sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Ok a brief rundown.  Baltimore City court rules that a woman has the right to tell a man to stop penetration of her body at any time during sex...  Great!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the dude fails to stop, it's considered rape...  Ok...I agree with that but I have some questions though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the story linked below a community college student allowed to high skool students to run a train on her.  She consented to the second dude to have sex with her only if he stopped when she requested.  The dude was a bit ruff and she asked him to stop, he stopped a little over 5 seconds later.  He and his homeboy are now charged with rape, one for 5 and the other for 15 years if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions are as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if he stopped 2 seconds after she requested him to stop?  What about half a second?  1 second?  At what point does it become rape?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How do you prove the someone kept going?  How do you prove that you stopped?  I assume many people will be videotaping their "sessions" from now on or taking a queue from Dave Chappelle and getting contracts signed before the action begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for protecting woman and men but this just seems like it's going to cause a lot of people heartache.  What is to stop a bitter/vindictive person from lying about this, male or female for that matter?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Read the article&lt;a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/local/crime/bal-te.md.rape17apr17,0,5827288,full.story"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3454578257411364057?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3454578257411364057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3454578257411364057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3454578257411364057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3454578257411364057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-means-no-but-yes-means-no-later.html' title='No means no, but yes means no later... sometimes...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-8740696653928726905</id><published>2008-04-17T14:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:24:53.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion is now considered art/What is an attention whore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAeTA8r-ttI/AAAAAAAAACE/irvOFCYqfpM/s1600-h/Aliza%2BShvarts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAeTA8r-ttI/AAAAAAAAACE/irvOFCYqfpM/s200/Aliza%2BShvarts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190278740067661522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beginning next Tuesday, Shvarts will be displaying her senior art project, a documentation of a nine-month process during which she artificially inseminated herself “as often as possible” while periodically taking abortifacient drugs to induce miscarriages. Her exhibition will feature video recordings of these forced miscarriages as well as preserved collections of the blood from the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest of this article &lt;a href="http://corner.nationalreview.com/post/?q=MzExY2Q0MDNkZWJkMmFmMjEzNGFiZDY5ZGY3OTg2M2E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even more shocking...well I guess it shouldn't even be shocking.  This is how some people felt about what she has done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- I have no moral objection but it's pretty shit art.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- That's wierd but it's legit art. I mean, she does the hell she wants with her body. In this concept she was expressing herself so well, it's art.&lt;br /&gt;As long as "art" does not involve &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;killing &lt;/span&gt;or torturing people i guess it's allright.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- can someone explain how this "cheapens the value of life". Before you do that, can you first explain what the "the value of life" is?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- So what makes humans more important than grass? It's not like there's anyone to remember us in a few billion years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarily mindblowing...  I don't know how else to describe it...  Even if technically according to science these embryo's weren't alive.  Let's just take that stance for a second.  Let's say they were nothing more than a goop of goo...  The fact still remains that someone is starting the early stages to "life" just to kill it for the sake of "art".  That is truly disturbing and has to be one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we take the stance that these embryo's are alive...  Well, that's a whole other can of worms.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-8740696653928726905?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8740696653928726905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=8740696653928726905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8740696653928726905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8740696653928726905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/abortion-is-now-considered-artwhat-is.html' title='Abortion is now considered art/What is an attention whore?'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAeTA8r-ttI/AAAAAAAAACE/irvOFCYqfpM/s72-c/Aliza%2BShvarts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-8127326094674146916</id><published>2008-04-17T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:48:25.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I bet all companies hate the internet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAdiScr-tsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rAoKa2C5OGc/s1600-h/internet_serious_business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAdiScr-tsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rAoKa2C5OGc/s200/internet_serious_business.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190225164645611202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/368037/honda-ignores-civic-si-owners-complaints-about-faulty-transmissions"&gt;Honda Civic SI owners incite change!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another example of us forum dwellers making companies own up to their mistakes.  Honda of America(HOA) refused to acknowledge that FACT that 3rd gear in our 6speed manual transmissions was faulty.  That was until we signed petitions, and banded together.  Multiple forums such as 8thgencivic and Acurazine which both I'm a member off made this issue really well known.  Plus we got the media involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...  What do you think of when you think of Honda?  Reliable, long lasting, good trade in value...?  Do you think Honda wants us on the news saying how we have issue with a MAJOR component of our transmission and they won't even acknowledge the fact that it exists and won't fix it?  They sure don't and now they've all of a sudden "acknowledge" the issue and are fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-8127326094674146916?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8127326094674146916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=8127326094674146916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8127326094674146916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/8127326094674146916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-bet-all-companies-hate-internet.html' title='I bet all companies hate the internet....'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAdiScr-tsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rAoKa2C5OGc/s72-c/internet_serious_business.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4712601583095559661</id><published>2008-04-17T09:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:10:57.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circut-City causes $12,000 worth of damage when installed a radio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAdYA8r-trI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aUGnxFGkTbg/s1600-h/dont_worry_sir_Im_from_the_internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAdYA8r-trI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aUGnxFGkTbg/s200/dont_worry_sir_Im_from_the_internet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190213868881622706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2008/04/15/circuit-city-comes-through-after-trashing-mans-honda-civic/"&gt;INTERNET serious business, click here to read the article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the internet is really flexing it's muscles lately.  I've seen two instances were companies try to dick around customers because they're greedy.  What's happening is that folks complain on forums and the word gets out world wide.  You have thousands of people sympathizing with the customer and eventually it snow balls.  Companies don't mind pissing off 1 person but when they're showing their displeasure to thousands of potential customers and they all join up and start contacting local news affiliates...big evil corporations start to change their tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the article above to see how a local circut-city installs a new radio for a customer, causes $12,000 worth of damage and REFUSES to fix it until "the internet defense force" steps into play.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4712601583095559661?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4712601583095559661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4712601583095559661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4712601583095559661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4712601583095559661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/circut-city-causes-12000-worth-of.html' title='Circut-City causes $12,000 worth of damage when installed a radio...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAdYA8r-trI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aUGnxFGkTbg/s72-c/dont_worry_sir_Im_from_the_internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2699268148694002652</id><published>2008-04-16T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:19:46.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what we're missing out on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAZeHMr-tqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mUDUk5b5Wa0/s1600-h/flagstaffsky_usno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAZeHMr-tqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mUDUk5b5Wa0/s200/flagstaffsky_usno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189939098348861090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap080416.html"&gt;Read the article by clicking here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always interested in astronomy as a child and remeber my dad telling me how I was missing out on a spectacular view by being raised in the city.  Even traveling pretty far out into the country side didn't give me too much of a view.  It wasn't until recently that I looked up during a clear sky and saw just how beautiful the night sky is.  It's really breathtaking and births tons of thought and awe in the mind.  The picture above is from Arizona where light pollution is not allowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is light pollution?  It's the accumulation of all the hundreds of thousands of lights in a large metropolitan area and the effect it has on the areas they reside and the areas that surround them.  For those local to the MD area, the greatest distinction I've seen is when coming across the bay bridge heading towards Baltimore.  You go from the pitch blackness of the eastern shore to the light bulb of the other side of the bridge, its literally night and day.  I look forward to traveling to a remote location to see the beauty of the Heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2699268148694002652?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2699268148694002652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2699268148694002652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2699268148694002652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2699268148694002652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-were-missing-out-on.html' title='This is what we&apos;re missing out on...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/SAZeHMr-tqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mUDUk5b5Wa0/s72-c/flagstaffsky_usno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5068411844493600561</id><published>2008-04-15T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:06:35.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/14/campus.guns/index.html"&gt;Collegiate students want to protect themselves...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why students would want to do this but IMO more people would die foolery than ever before.  There will be people playing with the guns, forgetting to put the saftey on, misfires, "accidents" and other random events.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have 20 college students pulling out guns to fire at an intruder...at one point does everyone recognize the target and fire on the correct person.  What if your glasses get knocked off during your dash to grab your piece (lol) and you mistake me for the intruder...  There's too much more than could go wrong in these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I trust with weapons - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers...possibly...&lt;br /&gt;Airline pilots...possibly...&lt;br /&gt;John Doe with a trigger finger and short attention span who just finished a Halo3 marathon...not soo much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5068411844493600561?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5068411844493600561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5068411844493600561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5068411844493600561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5068411844493600561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/collegiate-students-want-to-protect.html' title=''/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5821296240449316740</id><published>2008-04-14T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:46:20.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking...</title><content type='html'>I believe what I believe, I said that the day I started this blog.  I happen to believe in the Bible.  I've been listening to some favorite preachers of mine and been doing some reading the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes see where people believe that there is no innate moral law within us.  If that is true than one cannot say that the atrocities of society are out of control or all that shocking because if there is no moral law within then how can you accuse these people of bucking against the grain?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll flesh out these thoughts a bit more at a later date.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5821296240449316740?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5821296240449316740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5821296240449316740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5821296240449316740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5821296240449316740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thinking.html' title='Just thinking...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3602875843621833563</id><published>2008-04-09T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:18:15.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skool is always open @ the barber shop</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm sure that Ice Cube has educated those of you who don't ever or even regularly enter "black barber shops".  You should all have a decent idea of what goes on in regards to jokes and conversation.  Here is an excerpt of what went down last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real name I'll use is that of the drunk dude, his name is Marvin.  I get my hair cut on Saturdays, this has gone on for years and I've never seen this dude except during the weekdays.  So he pops up for the 1st time that I've seen at 10am.  He is already drunk and ready to skool us and kick out some wisdom.  Please forgive me for the lack of explanation on certain topics but I was actually in the chair at the time and couldn't jot down notes in my iPhone quickly enough with my 1 hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspicuous and electro magnetism were his 1st topics of discussion.  Marvin then went on to say that he was not sure at what level he should come at us at.  LOL  He went on to tell us that there are 7 days in a year..according to Rome!  LOL.  Of course someone stated that he was wrong and that there are 365 but if you listen to his play on words, he is in fact correct.  There are only 7 days...technically.  Monday, Tuesday, Wed, Thurs, Fi, Sat, Sun. Those are the 7 days.  LOL  Good stuff.  I don't know about the "according to Rome" part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next topic was the meaning of "exemplify".  Marvin told us that that exemplify means to simply "set it off"...  Exuberant means that you are top of the line and he no longer says the word hospital, he has done us all a favor and shortened it to spittle (1 letter and syllable short, how nice).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Marvin started to became a bit agitated and stated that "just because yall see me with this oil lamp doesn't mean I dont know nothing...".  An oil lamp is a 40, I never knew that until Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next topic of conversation was the word "cock".  Marvin went on a rant about how a cock is a male chikin and that why in the world do men ask a woman for some cock.  Marvin: "A cock is a d@mn rooster.  I tell a woman I want some *****".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not making this stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last topic of discussion was his lack of a cell phone.  He stated that he doesn't need a cell because he's an an actor and not a producer.  I have no clue what that meant.  He also stated that if he had a cell and his woman called, he'd have no love for her and he's simply tell her to "be butterball" (when he gets home) and he'd hang up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3602875843621833563?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3602875843621833563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3602875843621833563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3602875843621833563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3602875843621833563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/skool-is-always-open-barber-shop.html' title='Skool is always open @ the barber shop'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4116071342900052186</id><published>2008-04-07T10:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:53:00.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, now tell me if I'm wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_oqjOXpNqI/AAAAAAAAABk/b42nwsGzWiQ/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_oqjOXpNqI/AAAAAAAAABk/b42nwsGzWiQ/s200/photo(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186504705511601826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so...  LOL.  We all know that us guys tend to allow our minds to stumble into the gutter without much effort.  Last week I was walking through the mall with my sister Mia and spending money that I shouldn't have been.  We walked back into H&amp;M for what must have been the third time(they had a decent sale going on), and before I got to the entrance I noticed the above picture.  I actually had to backtrack and take a picture of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...this deserves it's own paragraph...  Those two little boys don't look innocent.  In fact!  In fact, they appear to be undressing this woman.  I guess she's supposed to be their mom but they're clawing at her chest and the youngest appears to be peering down her blouse.  The child on the right is entirely too excited and her blowing hair is really wearing me out.  Although I must admit I hope they make that sweater hoody in an adult size.  H&amp;M doesn't sell their best stuff in Baltimore...sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you breast feed your children past the age 5.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4116071342900052186?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4116071342900052186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4116071342900052186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4116071342900052186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4116071342900052186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-now-tell-me-if-im-wrong.html' title='Ok, now tell me if I&apos;m wrong...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_oqjOXpNqI/AAAAAAAAABk/b42nwsGzWiQ/s72-c/photo(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-7630842323489754593</id><published>2008-04-04T08:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:50:52.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogres are like onions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y9nuXpNnI/AAAAAAAAABM/NVdpKPvc2g8/s1600-h/mlk_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y9nuXpNnI/AAAAAAAAABM/NVdpKPvc2g8/s200/mlk_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185399773635098226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote from one of the greatest movies of all time (Shrek) has always stood out to me.  I assume that it has because I could relate to it.  Nobody is as shallow as they seem, or at least I want to believe that but I do know that some people are, "what you see if what you get".  I've always felt that there was layer after layer to my being that even to myself has yet to all be uncovered.  Everyone wants to be "deep" and I don't necessarily consider myself that but more like an onion.  LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I wanted to share some pictures of Dr. Martin Luther King.  I was going to just type MLK but I think his name deserved to be spelled out.  I guess what I wanted to show you a different side of Dr. MLK then you've seen before.  Very few people are aware that he was arrested 29 times during his service, hence the shot at the top of this blog.  As far as the other pictures..., take time to click them so that they're enlarged and you can get a better sense of the emotions littered throughout the shots.  Dr. MLK's sole remaining sibling is currently writing a book displaying many other layers of her brother that we never got to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these pictures aren't of him but they do show a lot and they all really spoke to me.  Possibly throughout the day I'll comment on some other thoughts that I've had within the same vein of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y-BeXpNoI/AAAAAAAAABU/dMKTocKfBW0/s1600-h/mlk_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y-BeXpNoI/AAAAAAAAABU/dMKTocKfBW0/s200/mlk_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185400216016729730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y-geXpNpI/AAAAAAAAABc/Idw7DauBt1Q/s1600-h/mlk_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y-geXpNpI/AAAAAAAAABc/Idw7DauBt1Q/s200/mlk_18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185400748592674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-7630842323489754593?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7630842323489754593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=7630842323489754593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/7630842323489754593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/7630842323489754593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/ogres-are-like-onions.html' title='Ogres are like onions...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_Y9nuXpNnI/AAAAAAAAABM/NVdpKPvc2g8/s72-c/mlk_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-490728232671957901</id><published>2008-04-03T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:41:05.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naomi arrested after row on plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7329459.stm"&gt;Lock this broad up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real, she is a menace.  LOL  This chick has burned people, hit assistants, maids and God knows who else.  I'm tired of hearing about her.  I will celebrate the day someone merks out and just furrs her behind.  So apparently this time she zapped out on a cop, lock her tail up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-490728232671957901?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/490728232671957901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=490728232671957901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/490728232671957901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/490728232671957901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/naomi-arrested-after-row-on-plane.html' title='Naomi arrested after row on plane'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-2534799512718034604</id><published>2008-04-02T11:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:48:09.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonnie Johnson must be having a fit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_OpSOXpNmI/AAAAAAAAABE/sPNoFbLc3Zc/s1600-h/souljaboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_OpSOXpNmI/AAAAAAAAABE/sPNoFbLc3Zc/s200/souljaboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184673726593578594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_OowuXpNlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpcZE0uWqKc/s1600-h/513QW94Q17L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_OowuXpNlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bpcZE0uWqKc/s320/513QW94Q17L._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184673151067960914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Any of us growing up in the 90's know about the super soaker.  My mom is cheap as crap so I never got above the SS250 but that's kool because the SS1000 was a leaking POS anyway.  Anyway, if any of you aren't up to snuff on your black history like me lol.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know that a black man created the SS in 1988 under the original name of the "Power Drencher"...  This invention of Lonnie Johnson ushered in a new era of power water squirters. It wasn't until 1991 that the name "super soaker" was used.  This poor black man never realized that some clown would coin the term "super soak these hoes"...  Poor Lonnie Johnson.  On one hand you've brought us all laughter, joy and tons of soaking fun.  On the other hand, you are responsible for adolescent females everywhere getting "super soaked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my contribution to black history month, even though it is April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While on the topic of hoes, I noticed that Rutgers lost yesterday and that their hair did not look nappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impending blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- The Devil is in my neighbors mouth&lt;br /&gt;- Pacman Jones  makes it rain on poor people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-2534799512718034604?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2534799512718034604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=2534799512718034604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2534799512718034604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/2534799512718034604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/lonnie-johnson-must-be-having-fit.html' title='Lonnie Johnson must be having a fit...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/R_OpSOXpNmI/AAAAAAAAABE/sPNoFbLc3Zc/s72-c/souljaboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-7186019184809593593</id><published>2008-04-01T09:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:05:10.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>Ok, no jokes here or pranks but I do have a few topics to touch on.  I can be so scatter brained that I must jot them down before I forget.  If you see a topic heading and no content, check back later because I'll get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Skool System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I was listening to the Russ Parr morning show as I typically do every morning during my commute.  A listener called in and stated that children who show a deficiency in math/algebra/etc. at the 9th grade level should not be considered for college.  These children should be ushered towards different trades such as car repair and other manual labor style jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This really struck home with me because I am/was one of this children and this is NOT the solution.  If any of you are like me, you know that you have the capacity to do math (just using this word since it's general), there was just something that happened that turned you off to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When I was in skool, I didn't grasp the basics.  It was at a time where my procrastination didn't set in, it wasn't necessarily the teachers fault and my parents were adamant about working with me and aiding me with my homework.  I believe that it was a conglomerate of things that just snowballed...  Large class sizes, lack of 1-1 with teachers, teachers feeling pressure to breeze through content, my own difficulty in grasping material and even different methods than what my parents grew up with that blockaded some of their ability to help me at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;To say that keds such as myself should be banished to trade skools and manual labor is crazy, we would not be doing ourselves a service, it'd be a discredit.  Wasn't Einstein terrible in skool??!!  I'm not a good test taker but I went on to graduate from college and become a very successful 23 year old dude.  If that caller had it his way, I'd be working in a GM car plant.  Please don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with those types of jobs but that job isn't for me.  That job isn't for others who struggle at times, they destiny is their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As far as my struggles with math...  I've been attending a introductory collegiate math class since the start of the year to get over my mental block of that I just can't do it.  I've succeeded with it and will continue to succeed.  What I've learned and am still learning in this class will allow me to get another college degree and prove the doubters wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming topics of discussion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- The Devil is in my neighbors mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- The inventor of the super soaker was black!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-7186019184809593593?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7186019184809593593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=7186019184809593593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/7186019184809593593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/7186019184809593593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-6008605035515351034</id><published>2008-03-31T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:33:12.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAF'/><title type='text'>Lock your bedroom doors</title><content type='html'>Today I was browsing my favorite forum and came across a funny life story.  Well...I dunno if it's funny but the gist of it was that the OP (original poster/author) had drunk sex with party girl on the hosts bed...  If that wasn't bad enough he left the used condom on the floor...  The OP was approached by the plaintiff, the plaintiff gets knocked out by the OP's posse and they roll out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moral of the story: don't use protection, only causes trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-6008605035515351034?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6008605035515351034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=6008605035515351034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6008605035515351034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/6008605035515351034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/lock-your-bedroom-doors.html' title='Lock your bedroom doors'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-5357206317636561079</id><published>2008-03-26T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:33:40.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty</title><content type='html'>I don't think there is another event in my life where I get to see such a conglomerate of folk.  For me, JD (jury duty) is a day off.  I like to read, I like music and I like to sleep all of which I can do during JD.  It doesn't seem to irk me like it does most people.  There was a petite black lady in front of me yesterday who just embodied every stereotype one could imagine.  LOL.  Let me stop before I show you too much of how I really feel, its needless to say that she was a nuisance.  There was another black lady who jumped out of the long metal detector line.  As she tried to slink around the corner the guard caught her, her excuse was that she needed to fart...  Wow...  This same lady felt compelled to repeat the funny lines in the movie that was played for us in the staging area.  Thank God for noise canceling ear phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-5357206317636561079?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5357206317636561079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=5357206317636561079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5357206317636561079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/5357206317636561079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/jury-duty.html' title='Jury Duty'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4560678321635928263</id><published>2008-03-24T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:37:37.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your keds....leave their punk behinds at home!</title><content type='html'>Just because you cannot find a babysitter does not make it right to bring your stoopid child to the movie.  I just paid close to $9 to enjoy a movie and you're going to bring some snot nosed brat to the theater and have the audacity to let them make a bunch of noise?!?!  That's not only retarded but it's inconsiderate and if someone cusses you out, I'd have zero sympathy for you.  What did Major Pain tell us?  His sympathy is in between syphilis and sh*t.  Don't get me wrong, when I go to see a Pixar movie I expect kids...  But not when I'm going to see a GrindHouse Quentin Terentino flick, kids should not be brought to horror films.  I mean really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4560678321635928263?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4560678321635928263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4560678321635928263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4560678321635928263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4560678321635928263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-kedsleave-their-punk-behinds-at.html' title='Your keds....leave their punk behinds at home!'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-1292417810248116399</id><published>2008-03-20T15:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:02:54.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>http://girlgetpaid.com/</title><content type='html'>Now, being that I'm a dood...I'd never have a site titled "girlgetpaid*" but thats why an old friend of mine did it.  Now, I know that I only have a few folks reading this blog but for those that do, spread the word about hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's basically sharing ideas on how to make some extra money, how to keep that money you just made and the change zipped up in your Kangaroos.  You gotta be dumb old to know about Kangaroo sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, please show my girl Ducke some luv.  I just started reading through her blog and it really is informative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-1292417810248116399?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1292417810248116399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=1292417810248116399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1292417810248116399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/1292417810248116399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/httpgirlgetpaidcom.html' title='http://girlgetpaid.com/'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-4622905980305828583</id><published>2008-03-19T12:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:59:29.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the french toast?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;12:18pm&lt;/span&gt; - Today is great.  The coworker is away, nobody is breaking anything and I'm caught up on my work.  Awesome!  So here are some things that I've discussed with friends or even thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/BarackObamadotcom" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/user/BarackObamadotcom&lt;/a&gt; - For those of you (myself included) who haven't had a chance to see Obama's speech the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.  Is it really true that the original design for the Statue of Liberty was a black woman?  It blew my mind.  Here's a link to some reading material on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;2:33pm&lt;/span&gt; - In 18 years this world will be filled with pansies...  I love applejacks and this is the 1st time I've retrieved a toy out of the box.  It was to be either a Barbie watch or a hotwheels watch...  My luck dictated that it was Barbie.  Darn!  So upon searching for the toy I noticed it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;in the cereal but on the outside between the plastic and cardboard!  Are you serious?  I used to dig my dirty little hands through the cereal and I turned out just fine...  What is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-4622905980305828583?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4622905980305828583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=4622905980305828583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4622905980305828583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/4622905980305828583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-french-toast.html' title='What the french toast?!?!'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3754200064311646819</id><published>2008-03-18T09:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:05:54.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss nap time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New format today.  As I continue my effort to iron out my blog, I decided that I'd embrace the totally random nature of myself and share my thoughts that I have through out the day.  Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9:25 AM&lt;/span&gt; - I don't know about you but I severely squandered away my nap time years.  When I think back to nap time in preskool, I would always break my neck to get the cot behind the book shelf.  It would shield me from the prying eyes of teachers and other "blockers", LOL.  And when I wasn't making fart sounds and jokes, I would read.  I mean really, who the heck reads during nap time?  This idiot does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to change the world, but they won't give me the source code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Am I the only person that didn't know that Hilary Clinton was in the death of Superman comic strip?  She and Bill were at the funeral.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding into work today I was listening loosely to the debate that everyone should be able to carry guns around old west style...  I'll be perfectly honest with you, I'm not sure that I want everyone around me to be strapped.  On plenty of occasions I've gone to the range with my dad and fired a ride variety of weapons.  9mm, .22, .44, to name a few off the top of my head...  I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's not easy.  It is not easy to hit your mark when it's just you, the gun and a sheet of paper.  A real gun isn't the same light gun you have on your Nintendo when shooting ducks.  A real gun kicks which alter your aim, distance and velocity play big roles.&lt;br /&gt;I remeber that when I was younger and I fired a .44 or .45 at the range.  It was my dads revolver and I had to aim at the crotch of the silhouette to strike the chest...  LOL  I was young and weak but I know darn well that I don't want someone of the same strength (or lack thereof) aiming at the back of my head in an auditorium so that he can shoot the threat above us.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, there's an argument for both sides but this is just what ran through my head on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I think Cheesta Cheetah is a sexual predator.  Creepy character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3754200064311646819?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3754200064311646819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3754200064311646819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3754200064311646819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3754200064311646819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-nap-time.html' title='I miss nap time...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3104754363912615309</id><published>2008-03-15T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:21:10.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Maybe...</title><content type='html'>I guess by now....well maybe not but be forewarned that my blog titles may or may not have anything to do with the content of the blog.  I listen to a lot of music, anything from classical to rock, r&amp;amp;b, jazz, gospel or rap...  I'll hear a sick line or quote and it'll stick to the bottom of my shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bear with me as I continue to blog and over time learn what content I want to share.  During this process I'll keep consistent with posting regardless of what it's about to so that it'll become habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3104754363912615309?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3104754363912615309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3104754363912615309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3104754363912615309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3104754363912615309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-maybe.html' title='Black Maybe...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4537778115311435853.post-3020301686470528862</id><published>2008-03-12T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:43:13.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is new under the sun, it's never what you do but how its done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi..., my name is Chris and I'm a Taurus.  I enjoy strolls on the boardwalk, frolicking in the sand and lovemaking under the moon with waves crashing down upon me...errrr, I mean us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, Ocean water is usually too cold for me and the beaches where I live are littered with broken glass.  There was just a report on CNN that 1/4 young women have an STD and 1 out of 2 young black chicks have a STD...  So let's just nix that 1st paragraph altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I couldn't even begin to tell you what my blog will focus on...  I'm sure it'll be different aspects of my life but never entirely about me for the most part.  Hopefully it'll be enjoyable.  Even though I littered this initial blog with phony information, there are some true statements if you really read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4537778115311435853-3020301686470528862?l=braincellgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3020301686470528862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4537778115311435853&amp;postID=3020301686470528862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3020301686470528862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4537778115311435853/posts/default/3020301686470528862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braincellgarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-is-new-under-sun-its-never-what.html' title='Nothing is new under the sun, it&apos;s never what you do but how its done...'/><author><name>s0nnyb0y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04421279005978129564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bn1s5s8xiXk/Sbv1YlVPm4I/AAAAAAAAARM/0BQ9xlt4Gxo/S220/freedelivery.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
