<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256</id><updated>2009-11-22T22:04:20.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BackTalk</title><subtitle type='html'>Sporadic Moronic Sarcastic Ramblings... read at your own risk. May cause drowsiness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/index.xml'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/index.htm'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-3568171685985162807</id><published>2009-11-13T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:37:25.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego my apple</title><content type='html'>So we've been playing lego rockband with the kids. OK really we've been playing lego rockband and the kids have been playing with us in our band. Because of our absolute love for the hybrid apple the "Honeycrisp" we named our band The Honeycrisps. Yeah our little lego peeps jump around the stage with their little lego instruments rocking out (all to often to Tom Petty) and bringing the Honeycrisp rock to little lego figures jumping up and down and worshipping our lego guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've filled in some rhidiculous back story. Like we hate the Fujis and oh my god we can't being around the Galas. So in lego rockband you get to record and album which is a thin excuse for a 3 song set of your choosing, but with album art and title. I was surprised with the rated E (for everyone) game let us name it, "FU Fujis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if we dropped the F-Bomb (and no don't think I'm trying to keep the work "fuck" out of my blog sometimes the expression F-Bomb just sounds better than fuck. k?) I bet if we dropped the F-Bomb it would reject it, but really I don't have the energy or inclination to check. Really I don't have the energy or inclination to write any more on this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-3568171685985162807?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/3568171685985162807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=3568171685985162807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3568171685985162807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3568171685985162807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/11/lego-my-apple.htm' title='Lego my apple'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-7651910344824950781</id><published>2009-10-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:34:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's a fire</title><content type='html'>I got myself a kindle. At first when it came out I didn't even consider it. I knew people who were more on the bleeding edge than I am who got the very first version (or the sony in a similar timeframe) and I was very dismissive of the whole idea. I had always been a fan of this application just being on my TabletPC. I could have done that, but I never found titles I wanted and only recently have I started reading things in the public domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I held one at work. So thin. So light. The case I have for it, I think, outweighs it. My main concerns were around the screen. The whole idea of no backlight seemed really bad. The flash on refresh when you turn a page also was very disconcerting when playing with one casually. However in practice when you're actually reading on it the flash happen when your eye is rescanning from the bottom of the page to the top and the flash just isn't there. The design goal was for the kindle to disappear and I think amazon has made that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other feature I hadn't counted really liking was the ability to buy a book from the bathtub. Yeah I mean it. The tub. I bought and started reading a novel last night for cheaper than the paper back costs. The sad fact is if I really like it I'm likely to order it again in physical form. Mostly so I can lend it to the boy. That's good for authors, bad for printers, good for trees, um bad for UPS? Oh wait this thing is good for the environment. Shit. I'm against the enviornment this year. (Next year I think I'll be against revolving doors.) Confusion setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Amazon, what is this crack you've hooked me on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-7651910344824950781?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/7651910344824950781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=7651910344824950781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/7651910344824950781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/7651910344824950781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/10/now-thats-fire.htm' title='Now that&apos;s a fire'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-6179672068939899798</id><published>2009-09-27T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:22:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Died On the Forth of July</title><content type='html'>My education apparently lacked history. I don't necessarily mean my classes or teachers didn't present it, but maybe I was not listening. I'm not laying blame, but there is a lot of shit I don't know. The sucktactular part of that is you can't really know what you don't know. It works more like this: you find something out that you really think you should have known and now you know that, but what the fuck else don't I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that 50 years to the day after the signing of the declaration of independence &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died. Now I'm skeptical, but only for the reason that story just seems too good, but hey I have no evidence that it didn't happen that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/John-Adams-David-McCullough/dp/141657588X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1254039508&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;John Adams by David McCullough&lt;/a&gt;. It is a fantastic and seemingly fair account of history. The other thing I didn't now what putting these presidents in context. If you would have had me put Napoleon on time line with US presidents I wouldn't have been able to do it. Now I could. After Adams and before Quincy Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Ms. Sanford in US history even mention this stuff? Did the book? Not sure I'll ever know. This was largely 651 pages of stuff I didn't know so it was time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just keep reading and finding out shit I didn't know before, but I'll know then. You know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-6179672068939899798?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/6179672068939899798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=6179672068939899798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/6179672068939899798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/6179672068939899798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/09/died-on-forth-of-july.htm' title='Died On the Forth of July'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-2113894761138967155</id><published>2009-09-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:51:05.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Rain</title><content type='html'>The rain started again today. They say it'll be better tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Is he talking about the weather? I liked it better when he just talked about his food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better? I'm happy the rain is back. &lt;em&gt;oh now he *likes* the rain. idiot from seattle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always happy when the rain goes. &lt;em&gt;Well which is it, asshole?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just like the change in season. That and bacon. I like bacon. &lt;em&gt;Not again with the weather and the food. Jeeesus. I don't like him. I'm unsubscribing to his feed. That's it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0300712/"&gt;Jim Gaffigan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-2113894761138967155?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/2113894761138967155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=2113894761138967155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2113894761138967155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2113894761138967155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/09/return-of-rain.htm' title='The Return of Rain'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-8704374514070089178</id><published>2009-09-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:32:15.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop the bander bubble</title><content type='html'>One down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who else has to post to get Mr. &lt;a href="http://www.banderbubble.com/2009/09/why-do-i-post-after-8-month-absence.html"&gt;Bander&lt;/a&gt; to post everday for the rest of this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-8704374514070089178?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/8704374514070089178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=8704374514070089178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/8704374514070089178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/8704374514070089178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/09/pop-bander-bubble.htm' title='Pop the bander bubble'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-7876344398794507170</id><published>2009-09-04T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:47:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird things I like</title><content type='html'>That's not what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like calculators. Not just any calculator, but HP based RPN scientific calcluators. So much so that my children have way too much computing power in their backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought me joy this week? I discovered a new ROM for the HP 49/50 series of calculators. Have I upgraded both of mine? yes. No I do not tolerate sarcasm when asked about what I *do* with them or the like. The answer is I use them. I add with them. I fiddle with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part? Shut up. The really sad part? Yeah I would go to &lt;a href="http://holyjoe.net/hhc2009/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; if I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-7876344398794507170?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/7876344398794507170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=7876344398794507170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/7876344398794507170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/7876344398794507170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/09/weird-things-i-like.htm' title='Weird things I like'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-2823572190188009072</id><published>2009-07-12T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:11:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20,000 steps to awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't think I've been further south than that. We made it all the way down to the San Diego Zoo which was awesome. If you don't follow me on twitter and/or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, Jen and I took the kids down to L.A. and surrounding areas for all types of amusement. Some items were more amusing than others. Highlights included, but were not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Magic Castle on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July with Aye Jaye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt; Hollywood sites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some unusual Hollywood sites including the bat cave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asking again in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; Pizza Kitchen, "Isn't that redundant?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Glendale Embassy Suites breakfast and pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hiking with Tom and Polly out around a dam in LA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting Jen's friend who is no longer a resident of LA as she squeezed in a dinner right as she was moving!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disneyland: Seeing the Lilly Belle on the tracks, Spotting Maynard, one of the more famous cast members, working the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tiki&lt;/span&gt; room, skulking around club 33 hoping to tailgate in which would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legen&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DARY&lt;/span&gt;. Next time I'll make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reservations&lt;/span&gt; for Blue By You. Maybe next time I'll stay in the Dream Suite and ride the Lilly Belle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing the show at the golden horseshoe for the first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haunted mansion which we didn't manage to get through without a stop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting another of Jen's friends and having the most delicious sea food and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;! We're going to hold you to that visit!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing an F-18 do a tight turnaround over the I-5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The San Diego Zoo: Baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everythings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I carried my pedometer with me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disneyland I averaged 22,000 or so steps. The zoo was around 20,000. That's a lot of steps. Now after sleeping in my own bed and starting the laundry, I'm still tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-2823572190188009072?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/2823572190188009072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=2823572190188009072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2823572190188009072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2823572190188009072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/07/20000-steps-to-awesome.htm' title='20,000 steps to awesome'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-3455916502113674952</id><published>2009-06-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:25:42.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iSplurged</title><content type='html'>OK so finally I caved. I have a new iPhone on order. I know I know. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a GPS and a compass. I know you're thinking WTF? But really a compass is key when you aren't moving fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about the navigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the peggle, too. (On sale for .99 through tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-3455916502113674952?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/3455916502113674952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=3455916502113674952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3455916502113674952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3455916502113674952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/06/isplurged.htm' title='iSplurged'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-9048486027270345688</id><published>2009-06-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:40:48.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxed Lunch</title><content type='html'>So I'm training this week and they are providing lunch. Which is very cool, and I've been pretty careful to eat relatively healthy with these boxes. I've been dumping the cheese off of sandwiches and just skipping the cookies and chocolate mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some pretty good stuff. The baked veggie chips were all natural had no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;starches&lt;/span&gt; and were tasty, salty, and generally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was today. I picked up what was marked "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Transitional&lt;/span&gt; Deli Beef Sandwich". OK so first off it's chicken. That's fine it's better for me than red mead so score. It's even grilled so... good. Remove the cheese, spread on the mustard with the woefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inadequate&lt;/span&gt; knife and there is some kind of something I've don't recognize under the grilled chicken, but looks like it has onions in it. Risky, but OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a word for that stuff other than bad. I tried to lose some of it, but it had become one with the bread and the chicken so while I scraped some of it, most of it went down my neck. Clearly it had jalapenos and some other kind of pepper that tasted like a really really dill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pickle&lt;/span&gt;. Unless it was a really really dill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pickle&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kettle chips? Not super healthy, but at least it's salt and vinegar. Yeah. No. I'm guessing it was the sandwich mush that affected my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;palette&lt;/span&gt;, but some chips I usually love... Hated it. I ate like 3 and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up? More cheese. OK I checked this string cheese out and it wasn't exactly on the healthy scale so I skipped that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll pick a salad. Maybe it'll have scorpions or something tasty like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-9048486027270345688?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/9048486027270345688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=9048486027270345688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/9048486027270345688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/9048486027270345688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/06/boxed-lunch.htm' title='Boxed Lunch'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-3504423499641589092</id><published>2009-05-26T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:14:51.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio 60 main line</title><content type='html'>So I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0485842/"&gt;Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip&lt;/a&gt; the complete series at best buy for a song. Well OK money actually changed hands but it wasn't much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just re-watched the whole thing start to finish over the last few days. 22 episodes of pure gold. I liked it even more the second time through. There are some really great Atheist moments, and yet it doesn't seem all that one sided. Sorkin avoided stereotypes when he wrote the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005299/"&gt;Harriet &lt;/a&gt;character and her positions were well argued and played well. It was nice to see the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0925966/"&gt;Danny Tripp&lt;/a&gt; character stay true to his beliefs when facing huge uncertainty at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the circumstances of how it was cancelled, but the certainly didn't leave anything hanging. Now should I rewatch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0165961/"&gt;Sports Night&lt;/a&gt; or all of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0200276/"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-3504423499641589092?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/3504423499641589092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=3504423499641589092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3504423499641589092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3504423499641589092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/05/studio-60-main-line.htm' title='Studio 60 main line'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-3686316100500579544</id><published>2009-05-24T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:07:46.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what it looks like</title><content type='html'>I know it looks like I've stopped bloggin. I haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks like I've stopped reading, as the GoodReads has not changed. I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks like I've stopped taking photographs. I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if you're my neighbor it sounds like I've taken up the drums. I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-3686316100500579544?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/3686316100500579544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=3686316100500579544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3686316100500579544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3686316100500579544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/05/i-know-what-it-looks-like.htm' title='I know what it looks like'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-3575750867389395230</id><published>2009-04-27T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:15:13.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six years later...</title><content type='html'>Really six years? I started this &lt;a href="http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2003/04/just-little-history.htm"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;when I went back to work from having a hiatus or temporary retirement from the day to job thing. This isn't my first blog and I'm sure it won't be my last. Maybe I should update the photo though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are the same. Some things are very different. One thing is for sure life is much much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-3575750867389395230?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/3575750867389395230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=3575750867389395230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3575750867389395230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3575750867389395230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/04/six-years-later.htm' title='Six years later...'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-2460529009038683490</id><published>2009-04-23T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:33:18.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted...</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, like most kids, I wanted stuff. We had food (mostly) and basics OK, but let's face it, my dad was in real estate in the  and my mom was a grad student in the late 70's and early 80's. The economic crisis back then was bad, too. I didn't realize at the time how hard they worked. Like I said I was a kid. I know now. This is getting in the way of my selfish story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a car. I got a chair. I wanted a car. I got luggage. I wanted a car we got a new computer (OK yo that shit was cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way before that I wanted a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weeble's&lt;/span&gt; camper. I got it. I also got a red wagon that year and a rope. It was a fucking bumper crop of a Christmas. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weeble's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;campter&lt;/span&gt; was PERFECT. I played with it all the time. It was an RV and the little dad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weeble&lt;/span&gt; drove it and the mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weeble&lt;/span&gt; worked in the kitchen (while he drove, come on, we need our grilled cheese sandwiches up here, woman!). The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weebles&lt;/span&gt; children sat and looked out the windows. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, but before I wanted a car. I wanted an electric keyboard. We had had a piano when we lived in North Carolina, but it didn't move with us. My sister took piano and I hated listening to her practice (the only great thing about the piano was that it wasn't the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;f'in&lt;/span&gt; clarinet she played.). I wanted a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a teeny battery operated keyboard from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Casio&lt;/span&gt; that I saw in Lazarus when we were shopping for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree ornaments. I have no idea how much it cost, but I'm guessing it wasn't cheap. My parents were always trying and so on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; morning we followed the notes to the treasure hunt and it lead us to the dining room. Man kids are stupid. I didn't even see the piece of furniture covered with a sheet in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under that cloth was a Hammond Chord organ. OK so I was like 12 and I managed to keep a good face on it. I think. Looking back I hope I kept a good face on it, but I was a little let down. They had gotten it out of the paper and as my dad tells the story the elderly lady who sold it to him changed her mind as he was about to drive away with it and he told her to go fuck herself. Um no that's not how he tells it. He says he told her he needed it for his kid and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I played that thing a lot. I could play a few songs sort of and I could kinda use the chord grid next to it. I learned a few things about keyboards and their limitations at the time. It many "modes" it could play one note at a time. When it was it's normal organ sound I think it could play 3 and you could always get organ sounds out of the chord grid. Mostly I liked making the violin sound and trying to play the theme of star wars. I had no lessons just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dinked&lt;/span&gt;. The thing used vacuum tubes and sounded awesome. I remember you had to let it "warm up" before it would make any sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when my parents moved they sold it. That was cool I was out of the house and had a job so I had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;synth&lt;/span&gt; (a Yamaha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SY&lt;/span&gt;-35 and then Later an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SY&lt;/span&gt;-85) by then and I was taking lessons from a neurotic piano teacher who lived in an apartment near my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Washington and had a new job and I just let the music slide. Lately I've picked it up again with drum lessons, but I picked up a keyboard controller for my PC and some software that plays a variety of instruments. Now I just have to find a Hammond Chord Organ for it. I'm guessing there is one in there somewhere. I wonder if I can get another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weeble's&lt;/span&gt; camper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-2460529009038683490?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/2460529009038683490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=2460529009038683490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2460529009038683490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2460529009038683490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/04/i-wanted.htm' title='I wanted...'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-5995233362904781608</id><published>2009-04-14T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:58:04.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>So I had some homework this week for my drum lessons. Besides practicing, I had to aquire a practice pad, a particular book, an electronic metronome, and some songs that I like to play along with. I had to like the songs and they have to be slow enough that I can keep up with the tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First part was easy. The practice was easy. The choosing of songs. Well I thought about it quite a bit and then cheated. I just picked RockBand songs I know I can keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creep&lt;br /&gt;Dani California&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Eye (this one is a stretch because of the syncopated snares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the guy doesn't mind that I have the fucking explicit versions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-5995233362904781608?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/5995233362904781608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=5995233362904781608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/5995233362904781608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/5995233362904781608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/04/homework.htm' title='Homework'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-3623277590067165361</id><published>2009-04-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:07:58.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woefully easy</title><content type='html'>So we were walking around a book store tonight to kill a little time. I was looking at games and toys like I do. I saw what has to be the stupidest thing ever. It was a jigsaw puzzle for dummies. Now you know I don't buy those books, or the Idiot's guide to anything either because I'm not an idiot or a dummy. The puzzle for dummies? How does that work? OK I can kinda understand the books, right? I mean they are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; and guides to skills for the woefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt;. By the way I would buy a book for the woefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt; because sometimes I am. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ignorant&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puzzle for idiots is just easier. How is it easier? The pieces are numbered and there is a MAP to the numbers. Numbered. The point? You put it together and you have a picture. Of course it comes with this picture as a guide and a MAP OF THE NUMBERED PIECES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint by numbers I get. I even think that's instructional. I mean you at least have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it come to this we can't even do our own puzzles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-3623277590067165361?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/3623277590067165361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=3623277590067165361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3623277590067165361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/3623277590067165361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/04/woefully-easy.htm' title='woefully easy'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-4313747271589563586</id><published>2009-04-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:50:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind of Tractor Pull</title><content type='html'>We went out last night with friends to intending to eat at Hi-Life and see John Wesley Harding at the Tractor Tavern and instead we got so much more. The Hi-Life had a kitchen fire and were closed so we ate at Matador near it. Yummy fajitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Tractor it was &lt;a href="http://www.johnwesleyharding.com/"&gt;Harding &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://eugenemirman.com/"&gt;Eugene &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mirman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s cabinet of wonders. They are travelling from city to city and bringing on local artists for a collection of songs, readings and comedy that, at least in Seattle, was awesome. Highlights included the medley of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jonauermusic"&gt;Jon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Auer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a reading from the &lt;a href="http://www.thelongwinters.com/"&gt;Long Winters&lt;/a&gt;'s John Roderick of his journal concerning an incident in Romania involving a drunk mining captain's attempt to seduce him, &lt;a href="http://www.fallsapart.com/"&gt;Sherman &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alexie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s detailed description of a bathroom break he took in &lt;a href="http://www.kareemabduljabbar.com/"&gt;Kareem Abdul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jabbar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s house, and the musicians from the band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sgtmajortheband"&gt;Thee Sgt. Major III&lt;/a&gt; performing with Harding etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mirman's&lt;/span&gt; stand up and the over all feel from the show which was largely improvised yet allowed the talents to show through nicely. A good time was had by all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-4313747271589563586?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/4313747271589563586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=4313747271589563586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/4313747271589563586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/4313747271589563586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/04/different-kind-of-tractor-pull.htm' title='A different kind of Tractor Pull'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-2095969706649994548</id><published>2009-03-28T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:53:33.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last elementary talent show</title><content type='html'>Some highlights from last night included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too many Taylor Swift songs.&lt;br /&gt;When did "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockband&lt;/span&gt;" become fodder for a talent show?&lt;br /&gt;The use of an overhead projector as a spot light.&lt;br /&gt;Speed stacking was the most interesting/different act I've seen. All you need are plastic cups.&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really uncomfortable chairs to sit on for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;No food or soda this year for sale. (Seriously people that's where the money is who dropped the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PTSA&lt;/span&gt; ball on that one?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I say something gushy about my daughter's part in all this. I'm not gonna since she shouldn't really be reading this anyways and I'm guessing you aren't interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-2095969706649994548?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/2095969706649994548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=2095969706649994548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2095969706649994548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2095969706649994548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/03/last-elementary-talent-show.htm' title='Last elementary talent show'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-2460861336412336445</id><published>2009-03-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:07:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Science</title><content type='html'>I love science. Only science could figure out that if I eat just a smidge (on the order of miligrams) of poison it would actually make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In with the broad spectrum antibiotic and out with the infections... boo yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-2460861336412336445?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/2460861336412336445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=2460861336412336445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2460861336412336445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/2460861336412336445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/03/science.htm' title='Science'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-250585647985645417</id><published>2009-03-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:19:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>Seriously is it on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-250585647985645417?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/250585647985645417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=250585647985645417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/250585647985645417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/250585647985645417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/03/is-this-thing-on.htm' title='Is this thing on?'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-567883293608926767</id><published>2009-03-11T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:32:13.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear that?</title><content type='html'>That's me air drumming. Of course you can't hear it, silly, you're far away from me and I'm not hitting anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up today for a real honest actual class today. No prereqs and all you have to bring? sticks. I signed up for a beginner drum class with a local drumming studio. After a quick talk on the phone where they confirmed I am a complete beginner (I am) then I'm in. So I start tomorrow and have small class lessons for the rest of the month. After that maybe I'll move into private lessons. Either way I have a lot of practice ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-567883293608926767?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/567883293608926767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=567883293608926767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/567883293608926767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/567883293608926767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/03/do-you-hear-that.htm' title='Do you hear that?'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-6675540706059936735</id><published>2009-02-16T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:55:50.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did with my 40th birthday</title><content type='html'>First off my friend from Ohio came out and that made my birthday the greatest yet. We had a great time despite the short amount of time he was able to get out for. We had some peeps over and Jen made great snacks and we had a variety of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my actual birthday we just went out with the kids for a quiet dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.olivegarden.com/default_f.asp"&gt;OG&lt;/a&gt; and then home for presents. One of the awesome things that Jen got me was the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Folsom-Prison-Legacy-2CD-DVD/dp/B001DDCVCI/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1234805568&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison Legacy Edition&lt;/a&gt; which is 2 discs (and a DVD I haven't watched yet) of the raw recording. It's great because you can hear how they worked the audience to get the reactions for the record. Doesn't sound to me like you couldn't have a better audience to react to his music. (I resisted the whole captive joke, didn't I? Nope just used it right there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but your asking yourself what did JR do that was his midlife crisis? Actually it wasn't a crisis at all I just went &lt;a href="http://www.rolandus.com/"&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; for myself. I've my fill of crises, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to find me, I'll still be taking &lt;a href="http://jrshoots.blogspot.com/"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;, but also I've crossed over from the gateway drug of Rockband to the &lt;a href="http://www.rolandus.com/products/productdetails.aspx?ObjectId=971&amp;amp;ParentId=60"&gt;hard stuff&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-6675540706059936735?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/6675540706059936735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=6675540706059936735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/6675540706059936735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/6675540706059936735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/02/what-i-did-with-my-40th-birthday.htm' title='What I did with my 40th birthday'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-1491079006941251882</id><published>2009-02-06T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:23:22.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog knows kung fu</title><content type='html'>The dogs are getting groomed today. Not just any grooming on many levels. First off they are not going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;petco&lt;/span&gt;. My one dog who is not the brightest can say in his best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rainman&lt;/span&gt; voice, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;petco&lt;/span&gt; sucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called around and got recommendations and picked a place near the highway on the way to work that does drop off. I get there and it's raining (duh) and I see the place on one sign it has the groomer's info and on the other (same door) it's all moo young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chee&lt;/span&gt; chow (or some such. Not trying to be offensive I just don't remember and it wasn't any of the major ones I know) martial arts. From there it looks like the same place. In the window is a video playing of dudes in a field moving sticks (presumably sharp) and I'm all, "what did I get my dogs into?" I picture them coming home and putting their new doggy martial arts moves on us and dominating us instead and saying to me, "We'll put your food in a bowl on the floor, ass clown. Who's on top and who's on bottom now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approach the store front I see that the martial arts place is separate and there is a hallway going to the back of the building where the groomer is. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk and and there are 2 little dogs being a gate and the lobby is all nice and plush and the little dogs are barking in little dog barks and timber and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;padfoot&lt;/span&gt; (3 minutes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wapner&lt;/span&gt;) are gearing up to bark and nobody in sight. Well the lady walks out just as the barking begins and she says hello and then thanks the dogs. "Thank you. Thank you for the protection" and they shut up. All 4 of them. Stop dead quiet and sniffing ensues and she just brings them on back with zero anxiety and no problems. She tells me she runs it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cageless&lt;/span&gt; unless there is a problem and I'm all that's fine and if they start bothering you they are fine to spend some down time in a crate. She's like they won't bother me if they don't bark constantly. Comedy timing. Doorbell rings. My dogs start to barking they are back with the little dogs now who are all whatever. The lady says it again "Thank you. Thank you for the protection" and they stop. Now if you don't know my dogs. If there is one problem we have left (besides trying to steal some fucking cheese during thanksgiving still have not forgiven Timber for that shit) is when the doorbell or garage goes they go nuts. They are totally calm with this lady no worries at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like the lady dog whisperer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who teaches dogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-1491079006941251882?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/1491079006941251882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=1491079006941251882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/1491079006941251882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/1491079006941251882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/02/my-dog-knows-kung-fu.htm' title='My dog knows kung fu'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-8360541894676964666</id><published>2009-01-31T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:56:19.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream in color</title><content type='html'>One of them is black and the other is white. Actually I do dream in color but I do dream weird. No don't worry this isn't one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; posts I'm so fond of. I'll just get right to it without the usual tangents. I dreamt about my notebook. I wish notebook were code for something like an interesting part of anatomy on someone else. It's not. My notebook consists of pages and some ink. I bet you have a notebook. I bet you don't dream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I dreamt about writing in my notebook. Not secret stuff. Not Indiana Jones stuff. Just work stuff. Also I couldn't get enough light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean? Do dreams really mean anything? Does the fact that I have trouble because there isn't enough light really mean that I can't see far enough into my future both professionally and personally to write it down? Is it a source of ambiguity that anyone could interpret in a variety of ways? Is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; trying to tell me anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I just really like my &lt;a href="http://www.levenger.com/PAGETEMPLATES/PRODUCT/Product.asp?Params=Category=326-846Level=2-3pageid=6003"&gt;notebook&lt;/a&gt;. Also I pimped it out with &lt;a href="http://www.levenger.com/PAGETEMPLATES/PRODUCT/Product.asp?Params=Category=326-1008Level=2-3pageid=6616"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. Fuck you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moleskine&lt;/span&gt;. OK not really. I love them, too. I have &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/eng/_interni/catalogo/Cat_int/catalogo_notebooks.htm"&gt;several &lt;/a&gt;and want &lt;a href="http://www.moleskine.com/eng/_interni/catalogo/Cat_int/catalogo_city.htm"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;. Of course then I'd have to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck it, dude. Let's go bowling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-8360541894676964666?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/8360541894676964666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=8360541894676964666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/8360541894676964666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/8360541894676964666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/01/i-dream-in-color.htm' title='I dream in color'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-7897774054820145835</id><published>2009-01-24T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:09:13.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few random things</title><content type='html'>First off can I just say that dreaming that you need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pepto&lt;/span&gt; is not a good sign. It's certainly not an indication that you ate well the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside of that is when you wake up and you don't actually need any. I guess dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pepto&lt;/span&gt; works just as good as the real stuff. The liquid that is not the tablets. I was fine when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin Mann mentioned &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2935106"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; (although to me he mentioned it today because I didn't watch his video til just now) that there are lists and even books telling people what should be on their bucket list. This had kinda slid by me because while I saw the books and stuff in the book store. I just passed it right by because it would never occur to me to read such a thing. Merlin, thankfully, brought it to my attention because that's some prime grade a bullshit right there. I don't mean Mr. Mann (We're not on a first name basis I just realized, actually we're not on an any name basis. I apologize for earlier using his first name with such liberty.) I don't mean Mr. Mann is full of shit (he may be, but I don't believe he is and that isn't my point.) but didn't these people who are buying these books actually see the movie? I get the people selling the book they are selling it because people are buying them. I don't get why people are buying them. Did they even see the preview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK true confession, "I have not seen &lt;em&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/em&gt; myself, yet." (Does that mean I'm &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to see it? Ask Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hornby&lt;/span&gt; who I am certainly in no position to refer to as "Nick")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then can I comment so heavily on the subject without myself having seen the movie or read one of these lists or books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. because I saw the preview and as of late seeing the preview of such a film is just as good as seeing it. The American public no longer likes to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;. Except for the fan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt; population who put "spoiler alert" on top of blog posts that are about a movie that has been out for years. Please the &lt;a href="http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2008/12/i-am-legend.htm"&gt;nerve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I wrote the 1 above I know I had a 2, but after the spoiler and looking up the link and some other stuff I can't remember number two. So please imagine the insightful second reason that should be here as being very persuasive. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it was random, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while I'm ranting I glanced at the book the secret. I didn't read it, but I'm pretty sure since it professes a quick fix that once you know the secret everything good will happen to you as my closing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;statement&lt;/span&gt; today I say: Bullshit. It's a lovely notion that a lot of people have in this country (I add that because really I haven't been to any other country other than the politer version of the US which is Canada.) that the "haves" have something small, some information, some opportunity, some secret if you will, that the "have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nots&lt;/span&gt;" don't. And as a "have not" want what haves have they have to have the secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have news for you "have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nots&lt;/span&gt;" who have purchased this book. You aren't a have not. You are in fact a have. Because if you could afford that stupid book then you have must already have. Because if you had that money and yet you were a have not you wouldn't have spent it on the stupid book you would have bought food or clothes for your children. Those are the people that need an opportunity. Those are the people who need help. Those are the people if there was some magic secret (sorry there isn't, it's just pretend marketing bullshit) those are the people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck 60. I'm going for old and cranky right now. I should change the title of this post to random cranky bullshit from me, but after all that is the theme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-7897774054820145835?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/7897774054820145835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=7897774054820145835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/7897774054820145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/7897774054820145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/01/few-random-things.htm' title='A few random things'/><author><name>J.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15164288857857582781</uri><email>jhughson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09980083802020344904'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272256.post-1585618943645060869</id><published>2009-01-23T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:17:15.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good? Yes. Bad? not at all.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting one of the best birthday presents I've gotten in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is coming to visit from far away and that is just so cool. So cool. Far away like Ohio. I know it doesn't sound cool, but it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272256-1585618943645060869?l=www.ballvase.com%2Fjhughson%2Fbacktalk%2Findex.htm' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/1585618943645060869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272256&amp;postID=1585618943645060869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/1585618943645060869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272256/posts/default/1585618943645060869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ballvase.com/jhughson/backtalk/2009/01/good-and-bad.htm' title='Good? Yes. 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