<?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-6335632</id><updated>2012-01-12T14:39:36.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosquet's-Land</title><subtitle type='html'>THE MOST USEFUL USELESS INFORMATION</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108880023747893897</id><published>2004-07-02T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:30:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/top.marlon.brando.obit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108880023747893897?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108880023747893897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108880023747893897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108880023747893897' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108878939770942428</id><published>2004-07-02T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:27:51.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bug's Story</title><content type='html'>I hate big bugs. What I hate even more are big bugs that fly! Ewwwh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/fly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my wife and I went to watch The Terminal (great movie by the way). We got stuck in traffic at the mall  and since it wasn't too hot that day I didn't have the A/C on so I rolled down the windows. &lt;br /&gt;    As we're slowly moving forward while other cars find a parking spot, I notice out of the corner of my eye something just shoots into the car towards my feet. Since I was driving I really couldn't distract myself too much by looking around the bottom of the car to see what it was. So I say to Tatiana, "Hey I think something flew into the car, I don't know what it was maybe a leaf. I hope it's not a bug". We keep slowly moving forward and I try to look around for something, but nothing can be found. Then Tatiana screams off the top of her lungs, "Oh my gosh, it's huge! Aeeeeeiiiiiii!" I reacted calmly to her panic and I turned to her and said with the gentlest voice...Oh c'mon! Let's be real, the minute she screamed I totally freaked out! I jumped out of the car ready to run away in hysteria. I left the door open and the car began to roll forward with my wife in it screaming bloody murder. I ran back into the car and hit the breaks, I yelled for Tatiana to remove the bug from me since she had spotted it and I hadn't. I assumed it was on my back or something. Then she screams back "No it's on your thigh!". "What the crap!" I said. I turned to look at my left thigh and saw the biggest meanest June Beetle I had ever seen. It was the size of a small bird! AARRRRRRGGGHHHH! &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/june_beetle_2.jpg"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a picture (Actual size)Ugghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;The sight of that thing on my lap was too much for me to deal with, I freakin froze man. I turned around so I wouldn't have to look at it and frantically searched for something to swat it off with. I couldn't bring myself to swat it with my hand, it was too big. What if it bit my hand off? It was also way to close to the kid factory if you know what I mean. In the meantime the cars behind us were honking like crazy, and the pedestrian onlookers were stopped in their tracks staring at this morbid scene, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to smack it away with a piece of cardboard, I tell you the truth it felt like I hit a baseball.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole ordeal I had a big case of the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/shakes.jpg"&gt;shakes&lt;/a&gt; (The kind you get after a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Car_accident-4-27-1912.jpg"&gt;car accident&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate bugs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108878939770942428?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108878939770942428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108878939770942428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878939770942428' title='A Bug&apos;s Story'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108870975419273859</id><published>2004-07-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T12:23:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am President of 2 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...Jack and Squat!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/top.saddam.points.ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108870975419273859?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108870975419273859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108870975419273859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870975419273859' title='&quot;I am President of 2 things...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108855029700947942</id><published>2004-06-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T16:05:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Play...Create A Caption! </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;brought to you by The Vatican&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/bikerNuns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108855029700947942?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108855029700947942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108855029700947942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108855029700947942' title='It&apos;s Time To Play...Create A Caption! '/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108810712018659501</id><published>2004-06-24T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:41:27.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Robbery...or not</title><content type='html'>The scene yesterday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALARM:&lt;/strong&gt; Pupurupupu (Jazz Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; MMpphhh...(Swats the snooze button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:07am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALARM:&lt;/strong&gt; Pupurupupu (Jazz;Yes my snooze button is only for 7min. drives me nuts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:25am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; Unngggfff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; Arrghhh...(Swats the snooze button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:32am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALARM:&lt;/strong&gt; Blablablabla...yalkeddyshmakeddy...blablabla (Advertisements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:38AM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm getting up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; zzz...zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:40am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; Get up lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; (comatose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6:41am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; Enrique!Get over here! The screen door is open and the blinds are broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; What the crap!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; Look!Someone broke in!OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; (Jumps out of bed and runs into the living room)OMG! What in the world!&lt;br /&gt;*(They both stare at the screen door open and the blinds on the floor in amazement)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; (Begins searching the apt. for any hidden intruders and/or missing items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; (Goes back to the daily hygienic activities as if nothing has happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; XBOX in place, tv in place, DVDs in place, car keys in place, fridge intact, nice IKEA furniture intact. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TATIANA:&lt;/strong&gt; Are my &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/alias/"&gt;ALIAS &lt;/a&gt;DVDs there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENRIQUE:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Strange, nothing's missing. But why? How? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/theif.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So obviously someone broke into our apt last night. We're on the first floor, we have a sliding window that leads to a small fenced patio. It's the kind of fence where you can put your foot on the bottom rail and hop over to the other side very easily. The whole fence is covered in dust cause I never clean it. I was looking for clues and noticed that there was no dust on a small part of the fence, which indicated to me the exact location where the perpetrator hopped over.&lt;br /&gt;   There are a few theories surrounding this mystery, feel free to use your keen investigative abilities to add or analyze them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- My alarm clock went off and startled the thief, so he took off without any &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/piratebooty.jpg"&gt;booty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.- Some &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/neighbor.jpg"&gt;drunk neighbor&lt;/a&gt; stumbled home and couldn't open his front door, so he decided to crawl in through the patio. Once inside he realized he was in the wrong apt and took off.&lt;br /&gt;3.- Someone pulled a "Creepy Crawly"(see definition below) on us like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/charlie.jpg"&gt;Charles Manson&lt;/a&gt; used to do.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Definition of a Creepy Crawly:&lt;/strong&gt; The "Manson Family" used to go break in to people's houses when they were empty or at night when everyone was asleep. They wouldn't steal anything nor harm anyone, they would just do weird stuff like turn all the chairs upside down, re-arrange all the furniture, or empty out the fridge...stuff like that just to creep out the residents. &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108810712018659501?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108810712018659501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108810712018659501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108810712018659501' title='A Robbery...or not'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108801920480875615</id><published>2004-06-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:17:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as I Posted Yesterday...sort of</title><content type='html'>Funny how coincidences make life more exciting...&lt;br /&gt;...So I went to &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/jinthb.jpg"&gt;Jack in the Box&lt;/a&gt;with a friend last night. We took the drive thru option. They handed us the food minus the fries...so they asked us to pull out front and &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Drive%25201.jpg"&gt;park&lt;/a&gt; then someone would bring us the fries (I notice Drive thrus are doing this more often now, maybe they should be called Park-Thrus)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we're pulling out of the drive-thru, some tall African-American fellow that looks like a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/black_guy.jpg"&gt;crack-head&lt;/a&gt; just walks out right in front of the car and my friend (Adam) almost runs him over *Screeech!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/DORK.jpg"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; being a 16 yr old white teenager that has not been exposed to this sad world much, jokingly says "Sorry &lt;strong&gt;Brotha&lt;/strong&gt;"...uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;   I have many black friends that I joke around with, but you do not call a black stranger a "brotha" unless you're black too! Fortunately it appeared that the gentleman did not hear us so I proceeded to do the famous "fiu" movement with my hand across my forehead and went on our way. So we park outside the JinB to wait for the fries, when we notice that the same guy starts walking towards the car. He slowly makes his way over looking at both of us with an intense stare. "For sure he wants trouble" I thought "for sure he heard Adam call him a brotha and now he wants payback" I said in my head. Adam was sweating bullets as he saw the guy step towards the car and leaned over into the driver's window. As I prepared to throw the freezing cold medium coke I was holding in my hand into his face the guy said..."You guys got any &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/tina-meth-pipe.jpg"&gt;crystal&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence! I immediately remembered how I posted &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/archives/2004_06_01_parangaricutirimicuaro_archive.html#108784157917032721"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; about getting asked for weed all the time because I'm Mexican...but crystal? C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108801920480875615?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108801920480875615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108801920480875615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108801920480875615' title='Just as I Posted Yesterday...sort of'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108784157917032721</id><published>2004-06-21T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T14:45:33.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're A Mexican (not a Chicano) Living in California...</title><content type='html'>1.- When at least 2 members of your family work in a restaurant (As busers or cooks).&lt;br /&gt;2.- If strangers come up to you asking you to sell them &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Dsc00002b.jpg"&gt;weed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3.- When someone calls you Juan or Pedro and your name is Jose.&lt;br /&gt;4.- When people at your church run to talk to you about the soccer game on TV, when in fact you hate soccer.&lt;br /&gt;5.- When everyone is surprised to know you used to play tennis in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;6.- If &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112851/"&gt;Desperado&lt;/a&gt; has another sequel and everyone wants to hear your review on it.&lt;br /&gt;7.- If at least 2 white people have called you "rico suave" with a stupid looking smirk on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;8.- When someone wants to thank you by offering you a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/burrito.jpg"&gt;"burrito"&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/cerveza.jpg"&gt;"cerveza"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9.- If all your white buddies think that people actually drink &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/corona.jpg"&gt;Corona&lt;/a&gt; with lime in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;10.- When your white friends plan a trip south of the border and they invite you to come along because they need a guide. &lt;br /&gt;11.- When your down in Mexico at a restaurant with your white friends and they're afraid to order &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/dirty_water.jpg"&gt;water&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12.- When some of your white friends are appalled to know that in Mexico you can't &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/drunks.jpg"&gt;drink&lt;/a&gt; in public as most of them assumed.&lt;br /&gt;13.- When people call you &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/molina_1_sm.jpg"&gt;"esse"&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/homie.jpg"&gt;"holmes"&lt;/a&gt; even though you've never used those words in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;14.- When your white friends didn't know "Baja" was a state in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;15.- When your white friends didn't know Mexico had &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/mapaf2.gif"&gt;states&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15.- Whenever your discussing the city that you're from with your white friends, they have an image of a quaint, unpaved, cantina-filled, dirt infested little town with men in sombreros and burros walking around like &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/mexvillage.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;16.- When people are shocked to find out that you did not "jump" the border to get here, nor did any of your family members, but you actually did it legally.&lt;br /&gt;16.- More to come later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: All of these were written by me. They are not exaggerations, they are all true and accurate things that I have experienced as a Mexican in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108784157917032721?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108784157917032721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108784157917032721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108784157917032721' title='You Know You&apos;re A Mexican (not a Chicano) Living in California...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108732849377085237</id><published>2004-06-15T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:42:55.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Well this last weekend Tatiana and I packed up and headed to &lt;a href="http://www.ci.las-vegas.nv.us/"&gt;Sin City&lt;/a&gt;, USA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/vegas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there to surprise one of my best friends &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/287339940105_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;Jason Shugars&lt;/a&gt; for his big 30th B-day.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time. Vegas always gives me a very pure and positive energy (ironic since it's full of gambling, pornography, drunkenness, crime and prostitution). I don't know why but there's something about Vegas that makes me feel good. I love the view of the strip whether it's by &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/LasVegas2003007.jpg"&gt;day&lt;/a&gt; or by &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/paris.jpg"&gt;night&lt;/a&gt;, it is &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/vegas_view_south.jpg"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was really surprised but I won't tell more about that because I want to give him a chance to tell you on his &lt;a href="http://theshugars.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Here are some &lt;a href="http://www.theshugars.com/museum/Gallery12/"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;that he posted.&lt;br /&gt;Tats and I decided to save some &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/mula.gif"&gt;mula&lt;/a&gt; on the rooms so she found a cheap Casino/Hotel on the strip next to Circus Circus for $49/night! The place is called &lt;a href="http://www.westwardho.com/"&gt;Westward-Ho&lt;/a&gt;...yes you read correctly...Westard-Ho!&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you this much, the hotel looked like a two-story &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/life6.jpg"&gt;Bates Motel&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/c-pp-tuol-bed.jpg"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; was extremely uncomfortable, if you wanted to iron your clothes you had to borrow an iron from the front desk for 2 hours. The A/C made more noise than a monster truck show. The keys to our room were actually keys, not just keys though, but big huge heavy metallic keys with a large square piece of metal at the end (so you wouldn't lose it), if you threw one of these keys at someone you could probably kill them! Westward-Ho is not worth saving $20/night, do not stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, we had the Champagne Brunch at &lt;a href="http://www.themirage.com/pages/frameset_flash.asp"&gt;Cravings&lt;/a&gt;, a buffet at the &lt;a href="http://www.themirage.com/"&gt;Mirage&lt;/a&gt; and Holy Canoli was that awesome! It is by far the best buffet I have had, I definitely recommend it. On the darker side I did lose all my gambling money...bummer.&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, while we were walking through the &lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/a&gt;, I shook hands with &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/perry.jpg"&gt;Matthew Perry &lt;/a&gt;(Chandler from &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Friends/index.html"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;). He was hanging out with some of his buddies when my 13/20 vision wife spotted him from afar. So I went over to him and said "Hey Matt" he turned around to look at me and then I said "Good job with Friends" as I extended my hand towards him. He then said "Thanks" with his trademark upside down &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/rockpre4.jpg"&gt;smirk&lt;/a&gt; on his face as he shook my hand. Then I asked him "Why do you always have that stupid smirk on your face?", he got quite upset and his buddies did too. I proceeded to laugh out loud at him and point my finger in a taunting fashion he then grabbed my finger and snapped it back breaking all three phalange bones in my index finger &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/im-21sm.jpg"&gt;(Ouch)&lt;/a&gt;. I lunged myself at him and gave him a head butt on the nose, he fell and all his buddies (4 of them) began pounding on me. The Bellagio security rushed us and we all spent the night locked up in Casino security...that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, I did  shake his hand though.&lt;br /&gt;That is the second time I " bump" into a celebrity at the Bellagio. Last Christmas I saw &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/steveharveysbigtime_240_001.jpg"&gt;Steve Harvey&lt;/a&gt; there, Tatiana spotted him also with her 13/20 vision (she also spotted &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/_1778111_apoj.jpg"&gt;OJ Simpson&lt;/a&gt; at LAX and &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/seth.jpg"&gt;Seth Green&lt;/a&gt; at the Vegas airport, all in different trips).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...good times, good food, and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108732849377085237?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108732849377085237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108732849377085237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108732849377085237' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108671850497842454</id><published>2004-06-08T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T11:38:28.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In...</title><content type='html'>...Ed and Heidi Adkins are having a baby see the post &lt;a href="http://www.edandheidi.com/blog/archives/000443.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108671850497842454?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108671850497842454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108671850497842454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108671850497842454' title='Just In...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108671239719017782</id><published>2004-06-08T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T11:29:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is on the Prowl</title><content type='html'>The Grim Reaper is lurking over my family right now. For some strange reason a few tragedies hit home within the last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/reaper2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A month ago my 36 year old cousin suffered a heart attack at the movie theatre in the middle of a movie, he died in the theatre with his wife next to him...bummer. Then a week later or so my wife's 58 year old cousin suffers a stroke in the middle of a bypass surgery and he is now on life support (they gave him 10 days to live). And then this past weekend my wife's grandma is rushed to the hospital for what doctors said at first was a mild-heart attack, now they don't know for sure what it was...&lt;br /&gt;...my father can go any minute because of his heart problems (he has to take 14 pills a day or he croaks), and one of my aunts had some sort of growth removed from her liver a few weeks ago (We all thought it was cancer, turns out it wasn't).&lt;br /&gt;   Anyway it feels like Mr. Kickthebucket has his eyes on our families and I can't do jack about it! Yea I can pray, but if it's your time to go, it won't matter how much you pray you're gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana and I have never really lived through any close relative's death before, and I guess it's just time we did. Something that I am realizing is that death is normal man!&lt;br /&gt;It's just part of the cycle, we're all gonna go some day. One day the Grim Reaper will come for you whether you're ready or not...have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/reaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Even if you're young it's a good idea to have your post-death(no pun intended) arrangements taken care of now so it won't be a burden to your loved ones (ie: burial, last wishes, what type of religious ceremony would you like?, incineration, where would you want your ashes?, organ donation,...etc). Talk it over with someone so they'll know in case the Reaper comes for you soon...good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108671239719017782?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108671239719017782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108671239719017782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108671239719017782' title='Death is on the Prowl'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108638947539638368</id><published>2004-06-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:18:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Ed</title><content type='html'>Back in January I jumped into the Blog-World blind as a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/blind.jpg"&gt;bat&lt;/a&gt;. Since I don't own a computer I do all my bloggin at work. This doesn't leave me with much time to learn the ropes about bloggin since I'm at the office (Hey, I must do &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; work).&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I found myself in a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/POVV01P06_19B.jpg"&gt;3rd-world&lt;/a&gt;-bloggin state. I do everything the old fashioned way.&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/God1.gif"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; for my friend &lt;a href="http://www.edandheidi.com/"&gt;Ed&lt;/a&gt; that reached out his arm to pull me out of one of the underdeveloped-blog pits that I was wallowing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may note (on my side bar) I have syndicated my site; you can now subscribe to my blog so that you may read it in RSS! I gotta give Ed props for mentoring me through this because I didn't even know what RSS stood for! And I can read yours too...sweet. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108638947539638368?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108638947539638368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108638947539638368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108638947539638368' title='Thank You Ed'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108637342320149418</id><published>2004-06-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:26:17.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CaPtIoN CoNtEsT iS BaCk</title><content type='html'>As requested by Ben:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/pakshoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108637342320149418?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108637342320149418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108637342320149418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637342320149418' title='CaPtIoN CoNtEsT iS BaCk'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108620111157524969</id><published>2004-06-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T14:42:43.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Buy</title><content type='html'>Like I &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/archives/2004_05_01_parangaricutirimicuaro_archive.html#108543866464037220"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago, I purchased &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-us/ninjagaiden/default.htm"&gt;Ninja Gaiden &lt;/a&gt;for the &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/default.htm?culture=0"&gt;XBOX&lt;/a&gt;. This game is a great addition to the Ninja Gaiden legendary series that began as an &lt;a href="http://www.classicgaming.com/ninjagaiden/frames.html"&gt;Arcade&lt;/a&gt; classic and then became an all time favorite in the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/actionset.jpg"&gt;old-school Nintendo&lt;/a&gt; over a decade ago (1989). I'd say it's up there with &lt;a href="http://www.classicgaming.com/tmk/tmk.shtml"&gt;Mario Bros&lt;/a&gt;. and &lt;a href="http://www.metroid.com/"&gt;Metroid&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/ninja04_sid60217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    It is a very well made game, it is a 3-D style fighting game were you can fight &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/561532_20040226_screen004.jpg"&gt;multiple&lt;/a&gt; opponents from &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/gaiden02.gif"&gt;every angle&lt;/a&gt; at the same time. The moves that Ryu has are unbelievable and they are so fast that you really feel like you're controlling a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/NinjaGaiden_01.jpg"&gt;Ninja&lt;/a&gt;. Your opponents have a good level of intelligence (not as intelligent as the enemies in HALO though) and it is a very challenging game even in "normal" mode. I have always valued the killing and death scenes in a any video game,and this game provides me with great killing pleasure; anytime I can &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/gaidenrevED_2.jpg"&gt;decapitate&lt;/a&gt; an enemy with a forceful blow from my sword is a good time, even better is when I can decapitate two enemies at the same time (I love the USA; this game was &lt;a href="http://www.gigex.com/xbox/article/?id=531&amp;articleid=6183&amp;source=00001"&gt;censored in Europe &lt;/a&gt;because of the decapitation move...hah!). All the characters are pretty &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/awesome.bmp"&gt;big&lt;/a&gt; too, which is good for detail and realism. &lt;br /&gt;   Plot, how about plot? Many games now a days tirelessly work to find a deeper and better plot for their stories, since there is so . In the midst of all this plot-rivalry&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Gaiden offers a very pure, true, simple and satisfying plot: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/1955%2520Revenge%2520of%2520the%2520creature%2520%28ing%29%252001.jpg"&gt;REVENGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's it simply revenge, kill all the people involved in the slaughter of your clan.&lt;br /&gt;OOhhhh yessss! I know all you men out there have at one point fantasized about someone or some group inflicting terrible damage even unto death upon your loved ones and thereafter images of &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/donal-rambo.jpg"&gt;yourself&lt;/a&gt; engaging in a militant murderous &lt;a ref="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/rampega.jpg"&gt;rampage&lt;/a&gt; to eliminate all those responsible (My &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/fist.jpg"&gt;fist&lt;/a&gt; was clenched and shaking in front of my computer screen as I read over this last statement).&lt;br /&gt;   As you progress in the game and as you kill more of your enemies you acquire "Karma" points which help you advance into new levels of fighting abilities, you may also collect different magic tricks and weapons that are really cool (you can use &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/0001938%2C06.jpg"&gt;nunchucks&lt;/a&gt; that's awesome!).Lastly, you can play online, that's always a plus. This is a great buy and I totally recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/ngaiden.gif" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: One really cool feature is that by defeating the levels with top performance, you can unlock all the Classic Ninja Gaiden Trilogy games to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108620111157524969?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108620111157524969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108620111157524969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108620111157524969' title='Great Buy'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108577268488751642</id><published>2004-05-28T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T15:00:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Place Your Best Guess</title><content type='html'>I know this may come across as a little tasteless and maybe even insensitive to some of you, but the reality is that our society's way of dealing with tragedy is comic relief. So here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/CAO6BMI4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that there is an &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/05/26/terror.threat.transcript/index.html"&gt;imminent attack &lt;/a&gt;on United States soil by an AL-Qaeda cell made up of seven suspected terrorists (if this is the first time you read anything about this you absolutely suck!). I read that the plans for the attack are about 90% complete and that it will happen within the next 2-3 months. The question is where and how.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some possible targets and methods. Please choose one of each to make your own combination or choose from "Other" for pre-made combinations and post your guess in the comment board.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever gets closest or hits it right on the money will have the privilege of feeling guilty till the day they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Targets&lt;/strong&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;1.- &lt;a href="http://www.globalpolicy.org/socecon/bwi-wto/indexg7.htm"&gt;The Group of Eight Economic Summit&lt;/a&gt; on Seal Island, GA                    &lt;br /&gt;2.- &lt;a href="http://www.boston04.com/"&gt;Democratic National Convention &lt;/a&gt;in Boston&lt;br /&gt;3.- &lt;a href="http://www.2004nycgop.org/"&gt;Republican National Convention &lt;/a&gt;in New York&lt;br /&gt;4.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/statue_of_liberty.jpg"&gt;The Statue of Liberty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.- Random &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/crowd.jpg"&gt;crowded&lt;/a&gt; area(ie: School, restaurant, theatre, park, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;6.-  &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/las-vegas-night-a-800-02.jpg"&gt;Las Vegas Casino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/1024x768%2520golden%2520gate.jpg"&gt;Golden Gate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/empire_state_building.jpg"&gt;Empire State Building&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/8_27_03_web.jpg"&gt;Washington Monument&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/independence_day_large_01.jpg"&gt;White House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.- Theme Park(ie: Disney Land, Six Flags, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;12.- The opening of &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/main/homepage/intro.html"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt; 3&lt;br /&gt;13.- Your house&lt;br /&gt;13.- Your workplace&lt;br /&gt;14.- US-Mexico border crossing&lt;br /&gt;15.- Dedication of the National WWII Memorial in Washington, DC.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Methods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- Hijack a plane and use it as a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/WTCPhotoSequenceReuters.jpg"&gt;bomb&lt;/a&gt; (highly unlikely)&lt;br /&gt;2.- Hijack a garbage truck and use it as a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Image34.jpg"&gt;stink bomb&lt;/a&gt; (very likely)&lt;br /&gt;3.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/barbiebomber01.jpg"&gt;Suicide bomber&lt;/a&gt; (Explosive belt)&lt;br /&gt;4.- Bio-chemical attack (Anthrax and the like)&lt;br /&gt;5.- Radioactive attack&lt;br /&gt;6.- Sabotage&lt;br /&gt;7.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Graffiti%2520Hamas%2520destroys%2520tanks%25201-15-02.jpg"&gt;Graffiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.- Taking &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/111286%2520American%2520Hostages.gif"&gt;hostages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/scarface.jpg"&gt;Shooting Spree&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/ak47-2.jpg"&gt;AK47&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10.- Shooting Spree (&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/gun1_exlg.jpg"&gt;paintball guns&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;11.- Shooting Spree (&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=www.gameops.com/image/shop/6shooter_2.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.gameops.com/toolbox/shop/6sting/6string.htm&amp;h=194&amp;w=256&amp;sz=7&amp;tbnid=5xSpb6nO3GMJ:&amp;tbnh=81&amp;tbnw=106&amp;start=4&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsilly%2Bstring%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26ie%3DUTF-8%26sa%3DN"&gt;silly string&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;12.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/flasher.jpg"&gt;Flashing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.- &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/072400-27-35cn.jpg"&gt;Napalm&lt;/a&gt; (very cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- Water Reservoir contamination&lt;br /&gt;2.- Invasion of a small town (With an army of &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/033.jpg"&gt;Crack Fiends&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3.- Release of starving &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/piranha%2520%282%29.jpg"&gt;piranhas&lt;/a&gt; into public swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;4.- Distribute massive amounts of &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/lsd.jpg"&gt;LSD&lt;/a&gt; coated snacks in a Congressional meeting&lt;br /&gt;5.- Kidnap the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/jenna0531.jpg"&gt;Bush girls&lt;/a&gt; and keep them as slaves for 2 months&lt;br /&gt;6.- Distribute pornographic pictures of &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/saddam-osama.jpg"&gt;Saddam Hussein&lt;/a&gt; at middle schools &lt;br /&gt;7.- Send out a ridiculous amount of chain mails to people's Inbox...oh wait I already have a friend that does that, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;8.- Blog Invasion (post anti-American slogans in everyone's blogs ie: "Death to America")&lt;br /&gt;9.- Teach a whole population of parrots to scream "&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/jihad.gif"&gt;Jihad&lt;/a&gt;" 24/7 and release them over a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/untitled3.bmp"&gt;Celine Dion&lt;/a&gt; performance.&lt;br /&gt;10.- Release 100 &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/068809726X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;Tasmanian Devils&lt;/a&gt; at a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/storytime.jpg"&gt;Day Care&lt;/a&gt; center&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/CAO6BMI4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108577268488751642?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108577268488751642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108577268488751642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108577268488751642' title='Place Your Best Guess'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108560754794531030</id><published>2004-05-26T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T07:36:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem: Men Only</title><content type='html'>Ok. So we did end up watching &lt;a href="http://troymovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Troy&lt;/a&gt; the other night after dinnner, and we really enjoyed it. Maybe because I'm such a big &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000093/"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/a&gt; fan. &lt;br /&gt;Now here's the dilemma: My wife doesn't think Brad Pitt is all that good-looking, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a 28yr-old heterosexual christian married man that thinks Brad Pitt is a really good looking man. I have always been confident and secure of my &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/hulk.gif"&gt;manhood&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/barbeque.jpg"&gt;heterosexuality&lt;/a&gt;, and I have always been able to acknowledge when a man is attractive. I know all men are capable of doing this but most men are afraid of admitting it and/or voicing it. This is because of a subconscious fear and insecurity of &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/1GRCdc02.jpg"&gt;homosexuals&lt;/a&gt;, and more importantly a fear of admitting that another man is better-looking than they are. This feeds off our male-competitive nature.&lt;br /&gt;So in light of this subliminal calamity here is a psychological excersize that I developed to free those men that are held captive by this insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Please all men reading this post choose between the follwing and place your answers in the comments. After engaging in this liberating activity your personality will be covered with a whole new manliness that you've been supressing for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; Please do no try this exercise if you have actually experienced any homosexual encounters or tendencies. Nor if you are debating whether to be straight or gay. Also do not answer this if you are under the age of 17 or over the age of 30 and still living with your Mom like this guy &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/loser1.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masculine Security Excersize &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;developed by Dr. Henry Bosquette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.-Who is more attractive?&lt;br /&gt;   a)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/tom-cruise-school.jpg"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Brad Pitt"&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/bruce11.jpg"&gt;Bruce Willis&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/cageprofb.jpg"&gt;Nicolas Cage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   c)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/pacino.jpg"&gt;Al Pacino&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/deniro2.jpg"&gt;Robert Deniro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   d)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/eastwood.jpg"&gt;Clint Eastwood&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/selleck.jpg"&gt;Tom Selleck&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;e)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/kiefersutherland.jpg"&gt;Kiefer Sutherland&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/untitled.bmp"&gt;Christian Slater&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;f)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/ad42.JPG"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/cletus.jpg"&gt;You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.-Who is sexier?&lt;br /&gt;a)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/01.jpg"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/vk18914.jpg"&gt;Val Kilmer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/russell-crowe02.jpg"&gt;Russell Crowe&lt;/a&gt; or  &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/usatoday01.jpg"&gt;Eric Bana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.-Who would you rather look like?&lt;br /&gt;young &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/John Travolta"&gt;John Travolta&lt;/a&gt; or young &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/20030419-esb04.jpg"&gt;Harrison Ford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.-On a scale of 1-10 (10 being HOT). Where would you rate yourself?&lt;br /&gt;5.-What is the most attractive feature you have?Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completeing this excersize post your answers in the comments and go share them with your Mom and your girlfriend/wife. Thank You for participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108560754794531030?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108560754794531030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108560754794531030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108560754794531030' title='Problem: Men Only'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108550800580084302</id><published>2004-05-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T11:00:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Good While it Lasted...</title><content type='html'>... Even though yesterday felt like Friday, my &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2003-06-29-8448-bubble.jpg"&gt;bubble&lt;/a&gt; burst this morning when I had to get up at &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/39298_200.jpg"&gt;6am&lt;/a&gt; to go to work because it wasn't &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/index.html"&gt;Saturday&lt;/a&gt;! Darn! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108550800580084302?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108550800580084302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108550800580084302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108550800580084302' title='It was Good While it Lasted...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108543866464037220</id><published>2004-05-24T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T07:53:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monday That Feels Like Friday</title><content type='html'>Yes ladies and gentlemen I have discovered the cure for the infamously wicked disease called the "Mondays". It is estimated that 99.99% of Americans suffer from this ailment(US total Pop: 293,326,023 on Monday May 24th at 2:23pm); the other .01% that is not affected is composed of &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/lunatic.jpg"&gt;lunatics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/coma.jpg"&gt;comatose&lt;/a&gt; people, people who have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off, those guys that host World-Travel shows for a living, and &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/billgates.jpg"&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/images-office_space.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cure is this, to make your Monday feel like a Friday. How? Easy: Plan to do &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/insanely exciting"&gt;insanely exciting&lt;/a&gt; things Monday after work, at least two different activities. That way you can't wait to get off work and go do them! Hey it worked for me today.&lt;br /&gt;Example: I bought some art materials today that I have been waiting to buy for weeks, then I will go purchase &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-us/ninjagaiden/default.htm"&gt;Ninja Gaiden &lt;/a&gt;for the XBOX, one of the most anticipated XBOX games of the year (more on this tomorrow). After that, my beautiful wife Tatiana and I will go have a yummy/semi-romantic dinner at the &lt;a href="http://olivegarden.com/"&gt;Olive Garden &lt;/a&gt;(one of our favorite mid-class restaurants) I can't wait! Then off to watch Troy (we may just bag the movie and go back home).&lt;br /&gt;It totally feels like Friday! Wooohoooo!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108543866464037220?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108543866464037220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108543866464037220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108543866464037220' title='A Monday That Feels Like Friday'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108500893469328028</id><published>2004-05-19T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T16:23:16.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pics Are Here!</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while, and since my blog-host doesn't support a picture page (for free that is) I never posted pictures from our Rosarito wedding. However my good friend &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/shugars.jpg"&gt;Jason Shugars&lt;/a&gt;(who was one of my groomsmen) posted some pics on his &lt;a href="http://theshugars.com/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;. They're pretty cool, &lt;a href="http://www.theshugars.com/museum/Gallery10/"&gt;"Scenes From A Mexican Wedding"&lt;/a&gt;, I like what he did with the Black and white. Thanks Jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108500893469328028?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108500893469328028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108500893469328028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108500893469328028' title='Wedding Pics Are Here!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108482422017863832</id><published>2004-05-17T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T10:53:18.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"I have long feared that my sins would return to haunt me, and the cost would be more than I could bear." &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I received a letter from the Human Resources dept here at my company notifying me of a mandatory Garnishment of Earnings from the &lt;a href="http://www.ftb.ca.gov/"&gt;California State Franchise Tax Board&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Basically they claimed that I owed the State three overdue fines of $300 each.&lt;br /&gt;Now for many of you that may not know, the Franchise Tax Board can act as a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/bubsandpinks.jpg"&gt;collection agency &lt;/a&gt; for the state's courts to collect outstanding debts. They will basically order your employer to garnish your wages for a certain percentage according to your income.&lt;br /&gt;When I first received this I was &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/wolfem.jpg"&gt;outraged&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;"What? $900 [bucks from what? Are they crazy!? What in the World?! No way!I don't remember having any outstanding fines!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after my rage died off I proceeded to &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/gadget.jpg"&gt;investigate&lt;/a&gt; the matter. I learned that they were some type off traffic violation from 1998. I was even more &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/enraged.jpg"&gt;enraged&lt;/a&gt;! "Six years ago! What the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/baddog1.jpg"&gt;Crap&lt;/a&gt;!? I didn't even own a vehicle in 1998!" I thought I was being framed.&lt;br /&gt;After further investigation I found out that the three tickets were &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/title-sandiego.jpg"&gt;Trolley&lt;/a&gt; tickets. Yes, people also get tickets on the trolley. Then it all came back to me...&lt;br /&gt;...I remember going through my trolley phase when I had to take the trolley everyday from the border(I used to live in &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/tijuana.jpg"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/a&gt;) to go to work. I was a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/used car salesman"&gt;used car salesman&lt;/a&gt; at the world famous "&lt;a href="http://www.mileofcars.com/"&gt;Mile of Cars&lt;/a&gt;". Sometimes in commission-only Used-Car-Sales, you find yourself without &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/poverty.jpg"&gt;any cash&lt;/a&gt; flow sooo...sometimes (more rather than some)I had to ride the trolley without paying. As long as you keep an eye out for the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/fatcop.jpg"&gt;fat Transit Police&lt;/a&gt;, they won't catch you (Mind you I did these things  before becoming a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Born%20Again.jpg"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt;). Well two of the tickets were for catching a free-ride, and the third one was for what SD people call "Trolley Jumping".&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain this term (&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt;.Definition may contain but not limited to the following: &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/la_decapitation2.jpg"&gt;Decapitations&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/red-blood-cellx.jpg"&gt;blood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/hedgehog.jpg"&gt;animal cruelty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/human intestines"&gt;human intestines&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/pancreas.jpg"&gt;pigeon pancreas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/hot monkey-brain soup"&gt;hot monkey-brain soup&lt;/a&gt;, bitten &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/twinkie.jpg"&gt;twinkies&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/canada-dumb.jpg"&gt;Canadians&lt;/a&gt;. Images are not suitable for people under 21 or &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/misc_3.jpg"&gt;Canadians&lt;/a&gt;). Ok...Trolley Jumping is acted out when an individual arrives at the trolley station as the trolley is about to pull out. The trolley in San Diego is a train like vehicle made up of four cars attached together just like a train. Passengers board or "unboard"(couldn't remember a term for getting of the trolley) the trolley from only  one side of the train, to avoid getting trampled by the in-coming train. Since the trolley cars are about to take off, and they take off pretty fast(0-30mph in 3 seconds), the individual who wants to board sometimes (depending if he is going north or south) has to run around the trolley cars in order to board from the other side. To run around the trolley cars from the back takes precious time in which the trolley may pull away and leave you behind! So in order to avoid being &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/left.jpg"&gt;left behind&lt;/a&gt; one would have to "Jump" in between the interconnecting cars to arrive promptly at the other side and board before the trolley takes off. Now as many of you &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/brainiacs.jpg"&gt;brainiacs&lt;/a&gt; probably already figured out, this is quite &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/dangerous.gif"&gt;dangerous&lt;/a&gt; as it may result in &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/raniben.jpg"&gt;certain death&lt;/a&gt;. You see, if you are in between the cars at the moment the Trolley takes off, you will be thrown to the tracks below and &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/periodicals.jpg"&gt;periodicallly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Wolves%204%20dismembering%20kill.jpg"&gt;dismembered&lt;/a&gt; as you are &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/drag.jpg"&gt;dragged&lt;/a&gt; for miles by the Trolley; stop after stop until someone notices your &lt;a href="http://www.mangledcat.com/"&gt;mangled&lt;/a&gt; remains on the tracks or on the Trolley wheels.YUK!&lt;br /&gt;Well my third ticket was for Trolley Jumping. I jumped across and speedily boarded the car. As I was boarding, some &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/l_1706949.jpg"&gt;college-lookin-dude&lt;/a&gt; with a back pack tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around ready to &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/km_91M.jpg"&gt;pound&lt;/a&gt; on him when he pulled out a badge from under his shirt! Can you believe it? An undercover Transit Cop! Oh well I got pinched. Back then I was a YSS (Young Single and Stupid) so I ripped the tickets while swearing and cursing under my breath, and threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;So now I am $900 in the whole not to mention my poor wife that has to suffer the consequences and she didn't even know me back then! She forgave me though...heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is...take all your &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/skeletons.jpg"&gt;skeletons&lt;/a&gt; out of the closet now, otherwise they'll come out on their own when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;PS: DO NOT TRY TROLLEY JUMPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108482422017863832?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108482422017863832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108482422017863832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108482422017863832' title='AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108439545472777974</id><published>2004-05-12T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T16:12:39.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bees Bee-Ware</title><content type='html'>I love this video (Due to the graphic nature of this video all bee lovers must exit the premises before playing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olympus.co.jp/en/magazine/pursuit/200301/movie/movie_mp_b.html"&gt;Hornets From Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108439545472777974?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108439545472777974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108439545472777974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108439545472777974' title='Bees Bee-Ware'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108388216605351295</id><published>2004-05-06T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T15:27:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Combo #2 With No Chop Suey</title><content type='html'>Just looking at &lt;a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~msittig/bento/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;made me wanna go to &lt;a href="http://www.pandaexpress.com/"&gt;Panda Express&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108388216605351295?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108388216605351295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108388216605351295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108388216605351295' title='Combo #2 With No Chop Suey'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108386771764561198</id><published>2004-05-06T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T11:26:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mhhhh...</title><content type='html'>This reminded me of a very good friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/hairy_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108386771764561198?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108386771764561198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108386771764561198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108386771764561198' title='Mhhhh...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108327499667372873</id><published>2004-04-29T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T14:48:58.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leisure</title><content type='html'>Here is a picture of my best friend Jose Manuel enjoying his weekend in the jungles of Veracruz.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me you don't want to be there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Mexico.jpg"&gt;Dibella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108327499667372873?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108327499667372873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108327499667372873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108327499667372873' title='Leisure'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108275656037392128</id><published>2004-04-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T15:12:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>Whoah!!!&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the &lt;a href="http://www.shockwave.com/sw/content/texttwist"&gt;best game &lt;/a&gt;in the world!&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop...help....I can't stop playing!&lt;br /&gt;AIIRIRGGRGGRGRGGGHHHHH...someone help me...I need more, I need more...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/baby_face.jpg"&gt;Me&lt;/a&gt; playing this game* &lt;br /&gt;My top score so far is 12,890...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108275656037392128?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108275656037392128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108275656037392128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108275656037392128' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-1082739719252088</id><published>2004-04-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:30:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest of Captions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/archives/2004_04_01_parangaricutirimicuaro_archive.html#108214838474248084"&gt;Last week's &lt;/a&gt;contest was really bad; either the picture wasn't inspiring enough or you people just became to &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/070502-ostrich.jpg"&gt;shy&lt;/a&gt; to participate. There was only one Contestant and so he wins by default, although his &lt;a href="http://www2.haloscan.com/comments.php?user=enrique&amp;comment=108214838474248084#65190"&gt;caption&lt;/a&gt; was quite witty. &lt;a href="http://thebrumleys.com/"&gt;Matt Brumley.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pic for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/iraqi_sadr_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"An Iraqi man is interrogated after posters of Muqtada al-Sadr were found in his car at a traffic checkpoint on the outskirts of Najaf, Iraq, Friday April 16, 2004." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-1082739719252088?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/1082739719252088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/1082739719252088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#1082739719252088' title='Contest of Captions'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108265404486140568</id><published>2004-04-22T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T10:19:16.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day...Or is it?</title><content type='html'>Well, for the general public around the world, today is &lt;a href="http://www.earthday.net/"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/a&gt;. However, there are those that disagree. &lt;a href="http://www.earthsite.org/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an organization that claims Earth Day was on March 22nd, and a whole bunch of other stuff about the history of Earth Day.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I don't give a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/FelixButt.jpg"&gt;rat's-behind &lt;/a&gt;when it really is, I just want to do something for the Earth. C'mon! To all of you out there wearing Earth shirts and caps, telling all your friends "Hey dude, today's Earth Day man, hug a tree". Why don't you &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/shut-up-pins.gif"&gt;shut your trap&lt;/a&gt; and actually go do something productive for the Earth? You live and &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/toilet.jpg"&gt;crap&lt;/a&gt; in it for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;So I will make every effort to participate in an Earth Day event. I also vow to pick up every piece of trash I see anywhere today and throw it in the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;To make it easier on all the sluggards, here is a list of&lt;a href="http://earthday.envirolink.org/calendar.html"&gt; Earth Day events &lt;/a&gt;happening all over the world in the next few days. Type in your city and country in the search bar and go do something. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARTH DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/imagesE.jpg"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108265404486140568?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108265404486140568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108265404486140568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108265404486140568' title='Earth Day...Or is it?'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108258005339684960</id><published>2004-04-21T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T13:57:09.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Stress Levels?</title><content type='html'>Take this test; actually made by real Doctor's to evaluate dangerous &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/stress.jpg"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt; levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webpages.charter.net/hkirtley/stress/"&gt;Dolphin Stress Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it turns out that you have dangerous &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/stress1.jpg"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt; levels in your life, try my stress relief link in the links section. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108258005339684960?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108258005339684960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108258005339684960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108258005339684960' title='Dangerous Stress Levels?'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108240498364519848</id><published>2004-04-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T16:08:47.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine Desires</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Tats and I were hanging out at the mall with Birdy and Bryan (friends of hers that just got married). We were munching on some &lt;a href="http://www.quiznos.com/"&gt;Quizno's&lt;/a&gt; (good stuff and hillarious &lt;a href="http://slate.msn.com/id/2095868/fr/ifr/"&gt;Decomposing Hamsters&lt;/a&gt;), when two girls sat next to us with the cutest little dog you've ever laid eyes on. A &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/jade_back_pnk_orig_no_sides.bmp"&gt;Jack Russel Terrier &lt;/a&gt;puppy! Holy Canines what a dog!(his name was Leroy)&lt;br /&gt;At first it was wonderful to &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/08030300.gif"&gt;gawk&lt;/a&gt; at him and pet him and hug him and kiss him and play with him, but then...we wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;Something that at this moment of our lives is not financially viable. Why? Well first off, the dog probably costs from $350(which is what they got it for) all the way up to $1000. Then our apt. complex requires a $500 deposit to keep a dog plus $50 a month! No way man! &lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to wait unitl we're making more money I guess...&lt;br /&gt;We did have a chance at owning one yesterday though. Tatiana suggested I snatch the pup away from the girls and take off running. I didn't have the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/fs-balls.jpg"&gt;"cojones"&lt;/a&gt; (that's balls in slang for all you Spanish-illiterates) to do it...bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108240498364519848?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108240498364519848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108240498364519848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108240498364519848' title='Canine Desires'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108214838474248084</id><published>2004-04-16T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T13:52:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C..........A..........P..........T..........I..........O..........N..........S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/archives/2004_04_01_parangaricutirimicuaro_archive.html#108154590359746628"&gt;Last week's &lt;/a&gt;Ingenious Writer of Captions is &lt;a href="http://www2.haloscan.com/comments.php?user=enrique&amp;comment=108154590359746628#63117"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt; my co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, have a heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/caption-wk33.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108214838474248084?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108214838474248084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108214838474248084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108214838474248084' title='C..........A..........P..........T..........I..........O..........N..........S'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108204819407690464</id><published>2004-04-15T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T10:29:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plastic-Purchasing-Transactions</title><content type='html'>Ok...I was hanging out at &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;Buzzstuff &lt;/a&gt;getting my morning fix and I got really riled up after reading his &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/archives/003948.php"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;on credit card nonsense, it's so true. &lt;br /&gt;So here is my complaint: I have a debit card with my picture on it (And it's not one of those old pictures from when I was 15yrs old; it's &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/caz713.jpg"&gt;current&lt;/a&gt;). Most times when I use it some cashiers will look at the card and ask me for some ID! They won't even look at me, it's like they trust a stupid ID card more than my own face! Isn't the picture on the Bank card and my actual real physical face enough to prove the card is mine? &lt;br /&gt;So I have now begun to refuse them the extra ID and I make a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/tantrum.jpg"&gt;scene&lt;/a&gt; until they realize the futility of their thinking. Making a scene always works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108204819407690464?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108204819407690464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108204819407690464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204819407690464' title='Plastic-Purchasing-Transactions'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108197195424873032</id><published>2004-04-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:52:10.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unth...sinkable</title><content type='html'>92 Years ago today the unthinkable happened or...should I say the unsinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "unsinkable" &lt;a href="http://www.bevsbookshelf.com/where.html"&gt;Titanic sank on April 14th 1912&lt;/a&gt;. I still remember when I received the horrible news...&lt;br /&gt;...I was relaxing on my front deck swaying back and forth on a hammock, listening to the wonderful sound the rope made when it rubbed up against the wooden posts...eeiiii, eeiiii, eiii...I took a deep breath and savored the sweet warm smell of the fresh manure that had just been laid on my yard by my neighbor's God forsaken cow, mixed with a little skunk juice and the decomposing body of my cancer-stricken mutt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108197195424873032?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108197195424873032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108197195424873032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197195424873032' title='The Unth...sinkable'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108196032630939594</id><published>2004-04-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T09:36:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go On Take The Test</title><content type='html'>Now you can know for sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outofservice.com/freak/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.outofservice.com/freak/images/freak3.gif" alt="Are you a freak?" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally turned out being a freak...but I already knew that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108196032630939594?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108196032630939594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108196032630939594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108196032630939594' title='Go On Take The Test'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108195632090439024</id><published>2004-04-14T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T08:52:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Wife</title><content type='html'>Never try calling my house on a Sunday night between 9-10pm. Why? Well because either no one will answer, or my beautiful wife &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/ad2.JPG"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/a&gt; will &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/01TN.jpg"&gt;bite&lt;/a&gt; your head off over the phone. You see every Sunday between 9 and 10pm she is &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/PropsPotato_9.jpg"&gt;religiously&lt;/a&gt; watching &lt;a href="http://www.alias-tv.com/"&gt;Alias&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt;. Of course I am now watching it with her and I'll confess I kinda like it. It's similar to &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/archives/2004_04_01_parangaricutirimicuaro_archive.html#108128875254647571"&gt;Splinter Cell &lt;/a&gt; in real life , only that the main character is a &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/jennifer.gif"&gt;chick&lt;/a&gt;. Ironically they just released the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/TECH/04/14/alias/index.html"&gt;video game &lt;/a&gt;version of Alias. Looks like I have the perfect tool to get &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/ad47.JPG"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/a&gt; hooked on video games...this one she's gotta play. I'll use it as a &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/closetohome/science/html/gateway.html"&gt;"gateway drug"&lt;/a&gt; and then "push" her into other games....MMMUUUAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108195632090439024?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108195632090439024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108195632090439024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195632090439024' title='For My Wife'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108188832429551281</id><published>2004-04-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T13:35:59.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Gotta Try This</title><content type='html'>Ahhh the mysteries of the brain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left brain, right brain: While sitting at your desk, lift your right &lt;br /&gt; foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, &lt;br /&gt;draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;Your foot will change direction and there's nothing you can do about  it.&lt;br /&gt;Creeeeeepyyyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108188832429551281?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108188832429551281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108188832429551281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188832429551281' title='You Gotta Try This'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108188436093537142</id><published>2004-04-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T12:29:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Blog Day!</title><content type='html'>That's right ladies and gentlemen. There is a group of bloggers around the world that are trying to create the &lt;a href="http://www.intlblogday.tk/"&gt;International Blog Day&lt;/a&gt;. It is set to happen on June 9th 2004. For more info click on the link.&lt;br /&gt;Join the cause!&lt;br /&gt;Personally I intend to celebrate it by devoting all my posts that day to the beauty of blogs. Oh I also plan on not coming in to work that day (I hope my boss isn't reading this)...heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108188436093537142?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108188436093537142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108188436093537142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188436093537142' title='International Blog Day!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108187793163773051</id><published>2004-04-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:42:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargy</title><content type='html'>Man...if it wasn't for laziness.&lt;br /&gt;I sit here  at my desk at &lt;a href="http://www2.aztecshops.com/monte_pub.asp"&gt;Montezuma Publishing&lt;/a&gt;, and everyday I watch younger people come in and talk to the thesis processor about publishing their theses for graduation. I see what they have accomplished and I desire it.&lt;br /&gt;I have the opportunity to go to graduate school because one of my benefits here is that they will pay my tuition if I choose to. I know I have the ability...I'm a pretty smart guy and I can be the best at school when I apply myself.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that...I have so many books that I am dying to read. I  have an idea to write a book, I have an idea for a small film that I want to make, I want to start running again, going to the gym, play tennis and basketball (the courts are at my apt. complex). Sooooo many things I want to do and &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; do, but I choose not to, because I'd rather sit on my couch and lay in my bed with my wife and play video games and watch TV and eat all day.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm doing something for someone else I seldom do anything productive for myself.&lt;br /&gt;If only I wasn't so flojo (that's lazy in Spanish)...rant, rant, rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108187793163773051?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108187793163773051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108187793163773051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108187793163773051' title='Lethargy'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108154590359746628</id><published>2004-04-09T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T15:39:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captions! Captions!</title><content type='html'>Here we go...&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/archives/2004_04_01_parangaricutirimicuaro_archive.html#108093672266643376"&gt;last week's &lt;/a&gt;Caption Contest was won by &lt;a href="http://www2.haloscan.com/comments.php?user=enrique&amp;comment=108093672266643376#58831"&gt;Buzz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a shot at this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/13-babybuddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108154590359746628?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108154590359746628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108154590359746628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154590359746628' title='Captions! Captions!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108154127214321494</id><published>2004-04-09T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T13:11:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Name's Sake</title><content type='html'>I just heard of a real guy whose name is Richard Simon, but he insists the last name is pronounced "Semen"...wait not only that, oh no, he also insists "Don't call me Richard...my friends call me Dick"...you do the math!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108154127214321494?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108154127214321494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108154127214321494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154127214321494' title='For Name&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108152772994893856</id><published>2004-04-09T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T09:28:16.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here chick chick chick...</title><content type='html'>Holy Chickens Batman! &lt;a href="http://www.subservientchicken.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; has got to be the funnest time-passing acticity on the net.&lt;br /&gt;It is sheer genius; you must try ordering this chicken around.&lt;br /&gt;All give thanks to Jason at &lt;a href="http://www.warpedthoughts.com/"&gt;Warped&lt;/a&gt; for finding &lt;a href="http://www.subservientchicken.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks Jason!*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/roostertop.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108152772994893856?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108152772994893856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108152772994893856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152772994893856' title='Here chick chick chick...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108143895722672272</id><published>2004-04-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T08:50:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Him</title><content type='html'>People that do stuff like &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/LAW/04/07/place.kicked.dog.ap/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is why I still belive in the death penalty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108143895722672272?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108143895722672272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108143895722672272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143895722672272' title='Hang Him'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108128875254647571</id><published>2004-04-06T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T15:10:14.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game </title><content type='html'>Well, after owning an XBOX for two years I finally decided to buy a new game. I've only owned one game for the past two years...&lt;a href="http://halo.bungie.net/"&gt;HALO&lt;/a&gt; (no I'm not cheap, that's how good the game is...you don't need any others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing people rant about how good &lt;a href="http://www.splintercell.com/us/splintercell.php#finanim"&gt;Splinter Cell &lt;/a&gt;was and since they came out with a new one called &lt;a href="http://www.splintercell.com/us/home.php?change_version=flash#finanim"&gt;Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;, I became interested. A good friend of mine rented it and brought it over to the apt. for a few hours and that's all it took. I was hooked. &lt;br /&gt;The moves you can do with the character are endless...you can do all the basic stuff like run, jump, crouch etc... but you have all these other realistic moves that have never been seen before. Like hanging from a line by your feet upside down to shoot an unsuspecting enemy in the head from above! Other cool little features are whistling and throwing objects to distract your enemy. You can also grab someone from behind and use them as a human shield! It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Variety in weaponry is a crucial ingredient for a good game. Available to you depending on the mission: anything from a laser operated microphone to listen in on conversations from afar, to the SC-20k which is an assault rifle with a multi-purpose launcher so you can shoot up to 6 different types of ammo and/or gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;This game is a "must-have"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/pandora_389_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108128875254647571?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108128875254647571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108128875254647571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128875254647571' title='New Game '/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108093672266643376</id><published>2004-04-02T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:16:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...CAPTION CONTEST</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's the deal...&lt;br /&gt;A caption contest is something where you people make up the best line to go with the picture provided. Then I choose the best line to be the winner based on comedy and originality. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/080_6440078.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108093672266643376?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108093672266643376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108093672266643376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093672266643376' title='Ok...CAPTION CONTEST'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108087956265594913</id><published>2004-04-01T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:23:01.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ben's House</title><content type='html'>I rarely get the chance to be online outside of work, since I don't own a computer, so I am posting from my friend Ben's house...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am scared to buy a computer...If I am blogging 6 hours out of 8 at work, what will become of me if I can blog from home?&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrghhhh! We'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108087956265594913?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108087956265594913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108087956265594913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087956265594913' title='From Ben&apos;s House'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108066588271302124</id><published>2004-03-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:11:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cult Movie Character Quiz</title><content type='html'>Yes, you too can be a cult-movie character...find out who you would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/1065819040_bloodynose.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Alex from "&lt;a href="http://www.clockworkorange.com/"&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/a&gt;". I was surprised...I guess I'm pretty messed up in the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shanachie/quizzes/Which%20Random%20Cult%20Movie%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Random Cult Movie Character are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108066588271302124?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108066588271302124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108066588271302124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066588271302124' title='Cult Movie Character Quiz'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108031811489666135</id><published>2004-03-26T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T08:53:40.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cows Batman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Only in Texas will you see this in your side-view mirror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/03.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108031811489666135?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108031811489666135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108031811489666135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031811489666135' title='Holy Cows Batman...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108024534723961308</id><published>2004-03-25T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T12:13:33.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meal of the Year</title><content type='html'>We decided that on our last night at Grand Bahama Island we would go out with a BANG!&lt;br /&gt;You gotta end a honeymoon on an awesome note...&lt;br /&gt;So...we went to &lt;a href="http://www.ferryhousebahamas.com"&gt;The Ferry House Restaurant &lt;/a&gt;only the most expensive restaraunt on the island, but well worth it! Check out their website. It was probably the best meal we've had since we ate at the&lt;a href="http://www.bellagio.com/pages/frameset_flash.asp"&gt; Jasmine &lt;/a&gt;in the Bellagio in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;It was incredible to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to gamble the rest of our money away at the &lt;a href="http://www.isleofcapricasino.com/"&gt;Isle of Capri Casino &lt;/a&gt; playing a new poker game (new to me) that has a blackjack twist to it...pretty interesting: &lt;br /&gt;It's called Caribbean Stud Poker: Everyone gets dealt five cards including the dealer. The dealer will display their last card to everyone. There's nine players on the table but you all play against the dealer. The dealer will pay your ante back if you beat him and he has something lower than a King and an Ace. If the dealer has more than a King and an Ace, the dealer "qualifies", then if you beat the dealer he/she will pay back your ante and anything you bet on your hand before the cards were displayed. Pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had a blast that night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108024534723961308?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108024534723961308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108024534723961308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108024534723961308' title='The meal of the Year'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108016362075763541</id><published>2004-03-24T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:29:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Sharky?</title><content type='html'>    In our recent trip to the Bahamas for our honeymoon, we witnessed some shark feeding going on at a restaurant we dined at called &lt;a href="http://www.bahamasvacationguide.com/pierone.html"&gt;Pier One&lt;/a&gt;, it was scrumptious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeding is done at night, that way when they shine the huge spotlights into the clear Bahamian water, you can see the sharks clearly. We saw a few small sharks come around for the treats and then we saw a huge ten foot &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Galeocerdo_cuvier.jpg"&gt;Tiger Shark&lt;/a&gt; start feeding...ya! I love sharks...I can't wait to go snorkeling with the &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Triakis_semifasciata.jpg"&gt;leopard sharks &lt;/a&gt; off the coast of &lt;a href="http://www.sannet.gov/lifeguards/beaches/shores.shtml"&gt;La Jolla Shores&lt;/a&gt; in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/tz.shark.cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this quiz and be honest about your feelings on sharks...the correct answer is given as soon as you click on your pick.&lt;br /&gt;RELATED: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/TRAVEL/DESTINATIONS/03/24/shark.exhibit.ap/index.html"&gt;Interactive Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108016362075763541?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108016362075763541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108016362075763541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016362075763541' title='Feelin&apos; Sharky?'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-108008576057062447</id><published>2004-03-23T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:55:54.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddy</title><content type='html'>  Remember back in the early 90's maybe late 80's there was a  doll for toddlers called "My Buddy" for the boys and then "Kid Sister" for the girls? They had a really catchy song in the commercials..."My buddy, my buddy...my buddy, my buddy...my buddy and me...". The doll was supposed to be an imaginary friend, it was pretty big too, could've passed for a small child... Anyway, I think that was a cool thing for toddlers to have a friend that would always go anywhere they went and want to play anything they wanted to play; even though their friend couldn't talk back (But then again toddlers aren't much for conversations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have my own personal real-life "My Buddy"...my wife. It is great to be married and have someone that is there with you all the time! Someone who can accompany you everywhere and can do anything with you. Someone who will always be there through thick and thin...for the fun times and the down times...someone you can talk to about anything and anyone and anywhere. A buddy who is willing to taste the foods you like, play the games you play, watch the movies you like and vice-versa. It's wonderful! I love Tatiana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-108008576057062447?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108008576057062447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/108008576057062447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008576057062447' title='My Buddy'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107998934488263174</id><published>2004-03-22T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T13:05:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/DSC01663.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one pic for now...&lt;br /&gt;Everything went perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107998934488263174?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107998934488263174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107998934488263174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998934488263174' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107998850300956067</id><published>2004-03-22T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T12:52:09.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, back.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back in black, yes, I'm back in black.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.acdcrocks.com/"&gt;AC/DC &lt;/a&gt;Back in Black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to be back...as a married man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107998850300956067?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107998850300956067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107998850300956067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107998850300956067' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107887051860027271</id><published>2004-03-09T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:20:02.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Paradise</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let all of you know that we are having a blast on our honeymoon here on &lt;a href="http://www.geographia.com/grandbahama/"&gt;Grand Bahama Island &lt;/a&gt;in the city of Freeport...wish all of you were here...(NOT!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107887051860027271?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107887051860027271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107887051860027271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887051860027271' title='From Paradise'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107842244087840762</id><published>2004-03-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T10:06:54.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego Storm Damage</title><content type='html'>Storm Watch - Southern California: With all the news on TV lately about the sub zero weather and snow that the east coast and upstate NY areas are experiencing, we shouldn't forget that Southern California has it's share of devastating weather also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Storm.jpg"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a picture illustrating the excessive damage caused to a home from a west coast storm that passed through the San Diego area a couple of days ago.  It really makes you cherish what you have, and reminds us not to take our way of life for granted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: &lt;/strong&gt;The picture is quite graphic and may not be suitable for all viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107842244087840762?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107842244087840762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107842244087840762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842244087840762' title='San Diego Storm Damage'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107833951946035026</id><published>2004-03-03T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T10:50:02.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion</title><content type='html'>Even though I cried twice during the movie, there were a few things that kept me from really connecting emotionally(crying four+ times) with the film:&lt;br /&gt;1.-The woman behind me kicking my seat during the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;2.-The stinkin' subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;3.-Sniffling and crying noises all around me.&lt;br /&gt;4.-The &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/evil_baby.jpg"&gt;Demonic child&lt;/a&gt; crying out loud during the movie (for about 10 minutes the parent would not walk out with the child).&lt;br /&gt;5.-Monica Belluci as Mary Magdalene.&lt;br /&gt;6.-All the over-the-counter-drugs in my fever infested body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must watch it again...at home with Tatiana, no phone, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107833951946035026?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107833951946035026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107833951946035026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833951946035026' title='The Passion'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107833367173664492</id><published>2004-03-03T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:25:24.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And Counting...</title><content type='html'>Three more days and I will no longer live with myself, but with &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Tats1"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/a&gt;...I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Don't know how I feel...excited, afraid, happy, nervous, freaked out, I don't know? Maybe it's because of all the drugs in my system trying to fight off a nasty microscopic enemy that has invaded my blood stream...check him out &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Flu.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This was my breakfast today: &lt;br /&gt;-Vitamin C 1000 mg&lt;br /&gt;-Acetaminophen 650 mg&lt;br /&gt;-Pseudoephedrine HCl 60 mg&lt;br /&gt;-Zinc 50mg&lt;br /&gt;-500 Echinacea mg &lt;br /&gt;-O.J.  15oz&lt;br /&gt;-Cinammon roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107833367173664492?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107833367173664492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107833367173664492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833367173664492' title='&lt;strong&gt;...And Counting...&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107791529547812090</id><published>2004-02-27T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T12:58:29.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God Please No!!</title><content type='html'>    Heavenly Father I pray and plead with you today. I pray for Tatiana and I that you protect us from what has happened to this man and woman; please God let this never ever happens to us.  As you know God, we'll be getting married in a week and I was terrified when I read about this&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/Midwest/02/27/sextuplets.birth.ap/index.html"&gt; traumatic event&lt;/a&gt;...oh..no...please...no...have mercy on Tatiana and me and spare us from this torment through your grace and everlasting love. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107791529547812090?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107791529547812090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107791529547812090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791529547812090' title='&lt;strong&gt;Oh God Please No!!&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107774327770741901</id><published>2004-02-25T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:19:53.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;a href="http://www.theshugars.com/blog/archives/000242.html"&gt;Grey Tuesday &lt;/a&gt;(protest against copyright law in the music business), and today is &lt;a href="http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/01775b.htm"&gt;Ash Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I used to participate in this meaningless tradition that was concocted by some &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Bishop.jpg"&gt;Bishop&lt;/a&gt; centuries ago that was probably high on ashes or ecstatic from his recent "meeting" with one of his altar boys. Can you believe that something just thought up by Men can become a command from the Church to participate in? I mean c'mon Catholicism actually considers it sin if you eat meat on Ash Wednesday and every Friday after that leading up to Easter! Whoah! Since when is man's words equal to God's words? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;:You will never find anything even resembling this hollow tradition being a command for believers anywhere in the Bible. ( The Judaic Tradition of placing ashes on one's head to show grief or repentance, has nothing to do with the current day Catholic version and is a lame basis to say this tradition is biblical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to Catholics:&lt;/strong&gt;Go study your bible dude instead of going and having some guy in a long-wierd looking &lt;a href="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/Robe1.jpg"&gt;robe&lt;/a&gt; rub some ash (who knows where it really comes from) on your greasy forehead and mumbling something you don't even know if you really believe. Admit it...you're only doing it 'cause your mom and your grandma dragged you by the ears since you were a wee toddler and you had no choice over your beliefs. Time to grow up and smell the B.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107774327770741901?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107774327770741901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107774327770741901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774327770741901' title='Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107758471795816537</id><published>2004-02-23T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:12:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Bachelor Party Out There</title><content type='html'>What other activity on this planet gives you the following pleasures:&lt;br /&gt;-High adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;-Cardio work-out&lt;br /&gt;-Hunting down the enemy &lt;br /&gt;-War-strategizing&lt;br /&gt;- Camaraderie&lt;br /&gt;-Teamwork&lt;br /&gt;-Sweat, fear and courage.&lt;br /&gt;-Pain, blood and scars.&lt;br /&gt;-Get to shoot people.&lt;br /&gt;-Watch your enemy squirm around in pain.&lt;br /&gt;-Element of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;-The Taste of Victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Tirbute to PAINTBALL... by ME.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  'Twas two weeks before marriage when all through the city not a guy was having as much fun as I. The evites were sent to the guys with much care, in hopes that they all would be up to the dare.&lt;br /&gt;   I sat in my desk awaiting responses, while visions of paintballs flew by in the dozens. &lt;br /&gt;And soon we would be there, all covered in gear; trying to kill one another in fear.&lt;br /&gt;   Tatiana was hesitant to let her man go, fearing that he would be covered in sores.&lt;br /&gt;Then they finally came, the responses arrived. Who would have thought that so many would try? Soon to find out that they surely would die.&lt;br /&gt;   Once on the fields we all ran and hid; diving and jumping and crouching we did. &lt;br /&gt;And rolling and shooting and shouting as men, while paintballs zoomed and whizzed by our heads.&lt;br /&gt; OUCH!!! The sting and the cry from the pain that it causes, not only the bullet but also the losses. Why did he beat me? I'm faster than him! How did he get me? I can't let him win! &lt;br /&gt;You walk off the field with a look yet so somber, anxiously awaiting your return with a hunger.&lt;br /&gt;  The thrill of the hunt, the rush of the kill; Did you see how I shot the guy on the hill?&lt;br /&gt;We all think we're Rambo or maybe Commando and then comes the next day when we all walk like changos.&lt;br /&gt;With 23+ men a great battle arose; the groom had his fun, so much fun, too much fun that this couldn't be prose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107758471795816537?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107758471795816537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107758471795816537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758471795816537' title='The Best Bachelor Party Out There'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107713945364190892</id><published>2004-02-18T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T13:44:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World War III</title><content type='html'>For those of you that believed &lt;a href="http://www.nostradamususa.com/html/bulletin_board.html "&gt;Nostradamus' &lt;/a&gt;prediction of an Arab country firing nuclear weapons into the U.S. as the commencement of  World War III, you were deceived. The real WWIII will take place &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/TECH/internet/02/18/google.expands.ap/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; before our very screens as we witness the beginnings of what will be a full on battle to the finish between these three giants. So brace yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to my buddy &lt;a href="http://theshugars.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; who works for Google. I hope he survives the battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107713945364190892?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107713945364190892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107713945364190892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713945364190892' title='World War III'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107712382494260379</id><published>2004-02-18T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T09:16:59.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Find One's Self</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/West/02/18/missing.teen.ap/index.html"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;has got to be the weirdest thing to happen to a Teenager since puberty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell ya, this story made me think. We  should all go check around some of these websites...you never know, heck maybe I belong to a filthy rich family...mhhh...I always had a hunch that my last name should have been Sony, Rockefeller, Heinz or Huntington.&lt;br /&gt;Go look around...maybe you'll find yourself lost somewhere. Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107712382494260379?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107712382494260379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107712382494260379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712382494260379' title='To Find One&apos;s Self'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107705477340735208</id><published>2004-02-17T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T14:04:44.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawn Takes Bishop</title><content type='html'>Sad but true...the reputation and trust of the Roman Catholic clergy keeps spinning down the "john" (no offense John).&lt;br /&gt;Read this article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/LAW/02/17/bishops.trial.ap/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What won't they do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107705477340735208?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107705477340735208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107705477340735208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705477340735208' title='Pawn Takes Bishop'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107704898791856533</id><published>2004-02-17T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T12:42:21.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade Check it!</title><content type='html'>The Blogger staff is cool! They hooked me up with a free upgrade because of some malfunctions and now I can post files directly from my PC.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my lovely Tats and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107704898791856533?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107704898791856533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107704898791856533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107704898791856533' title='Upgrade Check it!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107696384354311865</id><published>2004-02-16T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T13:13:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes...what a Valentine it was!&lt;br /&gt;Our last Valentine's Day before we get married.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with a pre-marrital counseling session done by our minster and his wife, whom are also our friends, where we got to talk about each other, our strenghts and our weaknesses, and what we can do for each other to make one another feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;   Then off to purchase our wedding bands together (how romantic).&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful experience, I found the perfect ring for me (after three hours of looking and trying on 300 rings{exaggeration}; I mean c'mon I'm gonna wear this on my finger for the rest of my life. I have to be absolutely sure; it's like picking a wife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a 14k 10mm white gold ring with a satin finish down the middle and the must-have comfort fit interior, looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERS:&lt;/strong&gt;Also 14K white gold curved 3.5mm to fit the engagement ring with 10 small diamonds, Twt: 4.3C, soldered to the engagement ring.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun...especially the little spill we had...hahaha, it was raining and the floor at the mall got super-duper slippery...well you know, both of us fell on our butts because yours truly was fooling around acting like he was slipping while holding on to Tatiana and whooops...aiiieeee.....swishhhhh.....booom....splash...."you jerk"! It was funny, especially for the cell-phone-booth lady watching us.&lt;br /&gt;  Then we were off to downlaod music for our ceremony and our reception...I can't wait, I'm walking in with my best men and groomsmen to the most awesome melody ever created (can't say what it is till after the wedding).&lt;br /&gt;  In the evening, we went out with another fun couple. We went to take pictures to various locations in La Jolla and then to have dinner at a great Indian Restaurant. I Love&lt;a href="http://www.food-nepal.com/recipe/R035.htm"&gt; Mango Lassis&lt;/a&gt;! (I had three).&lt;br /&gt;We had a barrel of laughs at the restaurant...heeheehee&lt;br /&gt;After that we rented &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0122459/"&gt;Return to Me&lt;/a&gt; (it's a good Valentine's flick, predictable but good).&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we did some card tricks too...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107696384354311865?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107696384354311865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107696384354311865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696384354311865' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107670074108405254</id><published>2004-02-13T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:35:02.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Love Can't Do Me No Harm"</title><content type='html'>I saw this picture a few weeks ago and I have been dying to post it...so here it is...enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;James Brown &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/LAW/01/28/james.brown.arrested.ap/"&gt;arrested&lt;/a&gt; for domestic violence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I love this picture! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.ariped.com/"&gt;Ariped&lt;/a&gt; for the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&amp;u=/040128/482/cf10201282238&amp;e=3&amp;ncid=707"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20040128/capt.cf10201282238.james_brown_cf102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think he's on Crack...note the grinding of the teeth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107670074108405254?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107670074108405254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107670074108405254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670074108405254' title='&quot;My Love Can&apos;t Do Me No Harm&quot;'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107661152095760733</id><published>2004-02-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:59:09.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All is Lost, All is Lost"</title><content type='html'>They did it!...they finally did it. It was just a matter of time. Those scientists...they cloned a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/02/12/science.clone/index.html"&gt;human embryo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;This opens the door for you know what...you see the UN decided to not make a decision on banning all types of human cloning for the next 2 years...so everyone is scrambling to clone as much as they can before it becomes illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Now that cloning a human embryo and extracting stem cells(so they can grow organs and stuff) are a reality, we are well within reach of witnessing a full-grown cloned human being or a "replicant" to steal a term from the great movie by Ridley Scott... &lt;a href="http://www.brmovie.com/"&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/a&gt;. In the movie the term is used for androids, but nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;We will be in a world where a new discrimination will evolve...the racism and segregation that we know today (based on race) will be over...a new evil will come out of our hearts...we can call it "clonism"...based on your birth (human or clone). Imagine...black people will shoot their own race, white people will just add another group to their long list of rogue races, and Mexicans will shank their own kind....oh wait a minute...we already do that, doh.&lt;br /&gt;   Will they have souls? Did God plan them to exist? Will they be better than us? Will we fall in love with one? And who the heck will their parents be? The clonee or the scientist?&lt;br /&gt;What about people that are born of clones? What about people that are born of clones and non-clones(that would be us)?&lt;br /&gt;I leave it for discussion:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107661152095760733?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107661152095760733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107661152095760733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107661152095760733' title='&quot;All is Lost, All is Lost&quot;'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107651946637513657</id><published>2004-02-11T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T09:24:54.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Man</title><content type='html'>This guy is awesome &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/asiapcf/02/11/australia.shark.ap/index.html"&gt;Story Here&lt;/a&gt;, although the shark wasn't too big, what he did is still praiseworthy. Reminds me of three of my lifetime heros:&lt;br /&gt;1.-&lt;a href="http://www.japantoday.com/gidx/news259272.html"&gt;Aron Ralston&lt;/a&gt;, the guy that cut his arm off trapped by a boulder&lt;br /&gt;2.-&lt;a href="http://www.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,30200-12865608,00.html"&gt;The Iceman &lt;/a&gt;(Dragged a 300kg shark out of the water and killed it)&lt;br /&gt;3.-&lt;a href="http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/Aff--CONF/CTID--22902204/RFID--595249/TKID--15031674/pd--10034734/posters.htm"&gt;Ash&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/roysteeth/edindex.html"&gt;Evil Dead &lt;/a&gt;movies when he cuts off his own hand because it has been&lt;a href="http://movies.monstrous.com/evil_dead_1.htm"&gt; possessed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107651946637513657?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107651946637513657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107651946637513657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651946637513657' title='Shark Man'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107645587722275132</id><published>2004-02-10T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:35:25.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of the Job</title><content type='html'>Welp...there's a first time for everything(cliche). I have interviewed and hired people many times, but today for the first time I had to lay someone off. Yes, "give them the boot", "let them go", "nice workin' with ya".&lt;br /&gt;Whoah! I was a bit nervous, especially when she came into work and I had to play it off the whole day. Anyway finally I had to ask her to come over to my desk...if I thought about it for one more minute, I might have chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;But...business is slow and if I don't cut her off, someone's gonna cut me off (that's the way it works). Kill or be killed.&lt;br /&gt;She took it ok, no big deal, since this is just a part-time job for her while she comes to school (plus I think her parents are loaded). She took it better than I have ever taken it when its happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Whew...its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107645587722275132?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107645587722275132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107645587722275132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645587722275132' title='Part of the Job'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-10764509744960133</id><published>2004-02-10T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:34:28.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CENTENNIAL BLOG</title><content type='html'>Ah yes...100 visitors to Bosquet-Land since January 15th 2004. Thank you all for not making me feel like I am writing to imaginary penguins...here's to you the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check the counter at the bottom of the page)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-10764509744960133?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/10764509744960133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/10764509744960133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10764509744960133' title='CENTENNIAL BLOG'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107644392565689496</id><published>2004-02-10T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T12:15:29.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>I LOVE BRIDAL SHOWERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...never thought I would say that out-loud, but it's true. Tatiana's co-workers had a co-ed Bridal Shower and I was invited (my first one ever). I loved it, it's just like Christmas and your birthday put together and everyone wants to buy you expensive gifts...and gifts that you actually asked for! AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;Dude they got us over $500 worth of stuff! Rock on &lt;a href="http://www.scripps.edu/"&gt;TSRI&lt;/a&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;We got this awesome knife set...man...let me see if I can find a link to it&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107644392565689496?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107644392565689496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107644392565689496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644392565689496' title='Bridal Shower'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107636713217402402</id><published>2004-02-09T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T14:54:39.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~Really Tough Game~~~~~</title><content type='html'>Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pearl.shtml"&gt;Pearls Before Swines II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107636713217402402?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107636713217402402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107636713217402402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636713217402402' title='~~~~~Really Tough Game~~~~~'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107610613643139475</id><published>2004-02-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T14:24:39.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown...</title><content type='html'>This is a necessary post for those of you that read the previous post and thought "oh it sounds like a movie I saw, it probably didn't happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like a movie and you fail to feel my enthusiasm because you fail to see the depth here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was being punished for a crime and those that were carrying out the punishment on him in turn committed crimes against him, which opened the door for him to punish the man that had done the crime against him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;All the bad stuff happened to him so that he could have his &lt;strong&gt;"Sweet Vengeance"&lt;/strong&gt; it was part of the grand plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're all going: "Ooooooooh that's deep dude"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107610613643139475?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107610613643139475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107610613643139475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610613643139475' title='Breakdown...'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107609900863082031</id><published>2004-02-06T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T12:31:17.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Vengeance</title><content type='html'>I just heard a true story from one of my employees:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her nephew was 11 years old when he was walking home from school one day and two men and a woman abducted him.&lt;br /&gt;They took him to their home (in the same neighborhood as his house), where they proceeded to drug him, torture him and sexually abuse him. They let him go and told him that if he told or if he didn't come back voluntarily every afternoon that they would trigger the bomb under his mother's car. The boy continued to go to the house everyday. This lasted for a month. &lt;br /&gt;His parents noticed that money was missing from their wallets and purses, (he had been steeling money to take to the pedophiles because they threatened to rape his little sister also) so his parents thought he was doing drugs. They confronted him one day and said "Ok we know everything that's been going on just tell us and we'll help you". He then began to tell them the horrible things that had been happening for the past month. The mother went into shock as her son explained the horrible things they were doing to him everyday...&lt;br /&gt;The sheriffs dept. was taking too long to arrest the pedophiles so my co-workers' brother (the kids father who is a firefighter) went over to the house with four firefighters and performed a citizen's arrest. The woman and one man fled but  the other man was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years later the poor boy felt the repercussions of these traumatic events...he got into a life of drugs and crime, he spent some time in a mental hospital and was finally incarcerated for hijacking a car. He was sent to &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2000/US/06/10/prison.gladiator/prison.tower.lrg.jpg"&gt;Corcoran Prison&lt;/a&gt;, which is known for guard brutality. This is the prison where allegedly guards would set-up gladiator-style fights among prisoners (&lt;a href="http://www.foxmovies.com/fightclub/"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/a&gt; style) (&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2000/US/06/10/prison.gladiator/index.html#2"&gt;article here&lt;/a&gt;). He was supposed to serve a short prison term. Well apparently he was involved in one of these ring fights were he ended up almost killing another prisoner...according to the story, the guards could not cover-up the injuries and blamed it on the nephew. He was sentenced to a longer prison term and was re-located to another prison. It was here at this new prison where he ended up crossing paths with the man who had abused him years ago when he was a child.&lt;br /&gt;That man, David Rice, is now a paraplegic due to a severe beating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I call it "Sweet Vengeance"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107609900863082031?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107609900863082031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107609900863082031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609900863082031' title='Sweet Vengeance'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107593224826620457</id><published>2004-02-04T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T14:08:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Deal</title><content type='html'>For all you Americans that contribute to the defamation of my country, ie: "Oh be careful down there they'll mug you" or "Don't eat at any taco stands or street vendors, you'll get sick" or "Oh my it's so dangerous down there with all the crime and the traffic".....I have one thing to say: Please go spend sometime in Mexico with the right people and go to the right places.&lt;br /&gt;Mexico City is a wonderful place full of culture, beauty and wonderful food. The people are warm and interesting. I did not experience anything hostile or threatening (other than Dibella's driving) that gave the impression of a dangerous city.&lt;br /&gt;All those horror stories that you hear also happen in New York and LA, it's not a Mexico thing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107593224826620457?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107593224826620457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107593224826620457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593224826620457' title='The Real Deal'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107583187933926831</id><published>2004-02-03T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:14:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Amigos</title><content type='html'>This Post is for my three friends in Mexico City, Julio, Jose Manuel, and Fernando, for making this trip the best trip I have ever taken. They treated me like a movie star! They took me everywhere, Jose Manuel skipped work for 2 evenings , Julio asked to work half a day on Friday and Fernando took me on a guided tour (he was the guide). They all spent beacoup bucks on me. Especially on Friday night when we went to an exclusive club with a $25 dlls cover charge...these guys bought three $125 dlls champagne bottles! (Shampoo y acondicionador). They took me to the best restaurants and I saw all the sights there were to see... Gracias Carnales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107583187933926831?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107583187933926831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107583187933926831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583187933926831' title='The Three Amigos'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107583022200526159</id><published>2004-02-03T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T09:55:10.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Town</title><content type='html'>It's good to be back in San Diego! I had the most incredible time in Mexico City with my friends. It has got to be the best vacation I have ever taken...by far.&lt;br /&gt;Like I wrote before we went to the Pyramids on Saturday ( yes Egypt is not the only place with pyramids). There is an ancient city in Mexico called &lt;a href="http://archaeology.la.asu.edu/teo/"&gt;Teotihuacan the City of the Gods &lt;/a&gt;(great website with pics and movies). We spent all day there, what an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to see an ancient culture unkown for the most part, so close. The pyramids were found by the Aztecs (many people erroneously think the Aztecs built them) they were built by an  ancient culture called the Teotihuacanos.&lt;br /&gt;It was great, after all the pyramid climbing, we ate at an incredible restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.d.umn.edu/~tpederse/cicling2/teo18.html"&gt;La Gruta &lt;/a&gt;(The Cave), yes its a restaurant inside a cave!The food was incredible...actually everyday I ate like a king. This restaurant is a must see by anyone that goes to Teotihaucan I stood in awe when I first walked in.&lt;br /&gt;More about the trip later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107583022200526159?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107583022200526159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107583022200526159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583022200526159' title='Back in Town'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107544059119741381</id><published>2004-01-29T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T09:07:35.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mexico City</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am, Mexico City baby! The plane didn't crash and burn. Praise &lt;a href="http://www.mexicana.com/g4mx/main/Main/"&gt;Mexicana Airlines&lt;/a&gt;. They are actually recognized internationally as the best airline in Latin America. I also have ot give it up to the man upsatirs for watching over the plane. &lt;br /&gt;The city is incredible, its so big that when you're flying in it extends as far as the eye can see! What a sight!&lt;br /&gt;I am posting from Fernando and Dibella's apartment and from a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;MAC...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Fernando will take me cruising through the downtown area and Saturday we're off to the pyramids!&lt;br /&gt;More posts to come tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Tats... I miss you already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107544059119741381?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107544059119741381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107544059119741381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107544059119741381' title='From Mexico City'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107532162598413708</id><published>2004-01-28T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T12:31:12.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico City</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow at 10:40am my flight leaves for &lt;a href="http://www.fodors.com/miniguides/mgresults.cfm?destination=mexico_city@101"&gt;Mexico City&lt;/a&gt;. I am taking a four-day vacation down there with some of my childhood friends. I am a little nervous since I have only flown twice in my life. I have a weird feeling that the plane is gonna crash (that would suck since I'm getting married on March 6th).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it should be fun. I'll try to post from the largest Metropolitan Area in the World (597 square miles) &lt;a href="http://www.citymayors.com/features/urban_areas1.html"&gt;(second largest in population)&lt;/a&gt;with a population of 20,267,000 people!&lt;br /&gt;I will terribly miss my beautiful fiance Tatiana. I'll be back soon Tats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107532162598413708?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107532162598413708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107532162598413708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532162598413708' title='Mexico City'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107531239389965088</id><published>2004-01-28T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:00:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy-Bombardment Batman</title><content type='html'>Last night I was sitting in the &lt;a href="http://entertainment.signonsandiego.com/profile/86294/"&gt;theater&lt;/a&gt; with my beautiful fiance (we celebrated our 3-yr anniv.) waiting for &lt;a href="http://mysticrivermovie.warnerbros.com/index.php?deeplink=epk_downloads"&gt;Mystic River &lt;/a&gt;(Awesome Movie by the way) to begin, when all of a sudden, we get bombarded by those annoying commercials before the previews!&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there with my brain soaking in all these persuasive-brainwashing marketing techniques, and getting ticked off at all the struggling model/actors, that landed a Hershey commercial, because they were happily grinning at me while they were eating their Hershey bars (without realizing that they were ruining my movie experience), I detached my brain from the present situation and transported myself back to the past, kind of like the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/the_butterfly_effect/"&gt;Butterfly Deffect&lt;/a&gt; (Horrible Movie read this &lt;a href="http://www.edandheidi.com/blog/archives/000234.php"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt;), and found myself sitting in the same theater say... 3 years ago when commercials on the big screen were non-existent...ohhh those were the days, when  you could go to the theater and forget about all the stupid things that you don't need but you buy them anyway because of some stupid commercial that hypnotized you with it's Satanic Powers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107531239389965088?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107531239389965088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107531239389965088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531239389965088' title='Holy-Bombardment Batman'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107522249166633110</id><published>2004-01-27T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T08:58:04.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-for-Business Law Suit</title><content type='html'>I am in the University publishing business. I'm the Asst. Manager at &lt;a href="http://www2.aztecshops.com/monte_pub.asp#"&gt;Montezuma Publishing &lt;/a&gt;at SDSU. We publish course readers for professors to use in their class. In a nutshell...A prof brings a bunch of articles and we make it into a book and then place them on the shelves at the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.copyright.gov/title17/"&gt;Copyright Law &lt;/a&gt;if you are to reproduce anyone else's materials for distribution or sales, you must seek their permission (yes even making copies at the library for distribution).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally &lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/uniontrib/tue/business/news_1b27books.html"&gt;something was done &lt;/a&gt;about our off-campus competition &lt;a href="http://www.kbbooks.com/"&gt;KB books&lt;/a&gt;. That's what they get for breaking the law. I am sure business will soar now after this fiasco. Woohooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107522249166633110?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107522249166633110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107522249166633110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522249166633110' title='Good-for-Business Law Suit'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107513774744965848</id><published>2004-01-26T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:50:09.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool quiz for Geeks</title><content type='html'>Click on Yoda and find out who you would be in the sci-fi world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tk421.net/character/yoda.jpg" width="199" height="313" style="border-color:#f8f8ff;" border="2" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107513774744965848?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107513774744965848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107513774744965848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513774744965848' title='Cool quiz for Geeks'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107508506891855675</id><published>2004-01-25T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T18:58:23.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Rob Brown's House</title><content type='html'>Since I don't own a PC at home, I took the opportunity to post on Rob Brown's laptop that his &lt;a href="http://remingtoncollege.com"&gt;private college &lt;/a&gt;provided him for taking classes there. Can you believe it? They offer you a laptop and include the cost in your tuition for only $1300 when retail price is $2400...that is a good deal! Oh and free wireless Internet!&lt;br /&gt;When will public colleges get up to date? They keep increasing tuition costs every semester, because of budget cuts, yet they continue to "upgrade" the infrastructure like building million dollar bridges and keeping the president's office looking like Tony Montana's private quarters. They cut majors and graduate programs and they cut many sections of classes that are necessary for graduation while they continue to accept more students than they have room for!&lt;br /&gt;Oh why, why, why? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107508506891855675?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107508506891855675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107508506891855675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508506891855675' title='At Rob Brown&apos;s House'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107489409151369404</id><published>2004-01-23T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:54:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Mouth</title><content type='html'>As many of you know I am quite a loud-mouth...&lt;br /&gt;Here is my opinion on the SDSU mascot issue when I was interviewed by two different papers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aimsupport.org/mascotissues/2002_08_11_archive-mascot.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SDUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/sports/aztecs/20031118-9999_1m18aztec.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107489409151369404?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107489409151369404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107489409151369404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489409151369404' title='Loud Mouth'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107487886970226082</id><published>2004-01-23T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:32:46.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime vs. Culture</title><content type='html'>Give me a break! Read this &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/americas/01/23/mexico.reading.ap/index.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;on how Mexico City is trying to reduce the crime in their subway system...by giving books out!&lt;br /&gt;Sure reading is a great thing, but now you'll have someone mugging you and quoting Shakespeare at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Wowzers...I'm headed for the hand-chopping capital on Thursday...we'll see if I get mugged by a book-worm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107487886970226082?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107487886970226082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107487886970226082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487886970226082' title='Crime vs. Culture'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107481549337783698</id><published>2004-01-22T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T15:53:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Well I tried upgrading into comments-world but nothing worked excpet the stupid HaloScan tag! Arrrrgggghhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107481549337783698?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107481549337783698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107481549337783698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481549337783698' title='Comments'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107481034147656817</id><published>2004-01-22T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:27:44.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Training</title><content type='html'>I'm excited...today my lovely fiance is coming over to the new pad and we are both gonna hit the weights together. They have a small gym with about 12 different machines pretty much for any muscle you can think of. &lt;br /&gt;I am glad to help her jump into the wonderful land of weight training...&lt;br /&gt;I'll post tomorrow to let everyone know how it went...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107481034147656817?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107481034147656817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107481034147656817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481034147656817' title='Physical Training'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107480991548039697</id><published>2004-01-22T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:20:59.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Delay Ace!</title><content type='html'>My bad, haven't posted for a few days I have been so busy planning the next step into Married-land...off to a bad blogstart I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am kind of discouraged that I don't  have the ability to do a comments field on this dumb free blog-host!&lt;br /&gt; I have a few Blog-savvy friends and I need to ask them for some assistance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107480991548039697?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107480991548039697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107480991548039697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480991548039697' title='Sorry for the Delay Ace!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107428782017268610</id><published>2004-01-16T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:23:36.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Town</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap! I can't believe this is true. Imagine being born in this town! &lt;br /&gt;Check it out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amishnews.com/towns/intercoursehistory.htm"&gt;http://www.amishnews.com/towns/intercoursehistory.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107428782017268610?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107428782017268610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107428782017268610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428782017268610' title='Dirty Little Town'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107420470187241340</id><published>2004-01-15T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T14:18:34.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Blog</title><content type='html'>I check this blog everyday, it inspired me to join the black hole of information in the Blog-World  &lt;a href="http://theshugars.com"&gt;theshugars.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107420470187241340?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107420470187241340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107420470187241340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420470187241340' title='Awesome Blog'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107419858637829560</id><published>2004-01-15T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T09:15:02.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the one I Love</title><content type='html'>This blog is dedicated to my beautiful fiance, Tatiana. I can't wait to marry her on March 6th...&lt;br /&gt;We just got our new apartment two days ago and I'll be moving in on Saturday. She will continue to stay with her grandma until the wedding...you see we're doing it the old fashioned way (which we believe is the right way) by not getting sexually involved with one another until we are married, hey it works out great, maybe you should try it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107419858637829560?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107419858637829560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107419858637829560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419858637829560' title='To the one I Love'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6335632.post-107419639258059014</id><published>2004-01-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T12:45:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for coming I hope I can make your experience entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I'm in. First post, can't believe it. If I knew this crap was for free, I would've started decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6335632-107419639258059014?l=parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107419639258059014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6335632/posts/default/107419639258059014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parangaricutirimicuaro.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419639258059014' title='WELCOME!!'/><author><name>EB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00813338538780749918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
