<?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-13630001</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:20.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Great Unknown</title><subtitle type='html'>To my unknown future, and what changes it has instore for me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-114395835400954013</id><published>2006-04-01T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:12:34.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style='border:1px solid black'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt; You are a &lt;center&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="3" shmolor="#a8a8a8"&gt;(60% permissive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt; and an... &lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="3" shmolor="#a8a8a8"&gt;(73% permissive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt; You are best described as a:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Libertarian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table background="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" height="375" width="375" name="thetable" id="thetable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="81"&gt; &lt;td width="206"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="168"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="293"&gt;&lt;td width="206"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="168" valign="top" align="left"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;table background="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" height="375" width="375" name="thetable" id="thetable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="81"&gt; &lt;td width="206"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="168"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="293"&gt;&lt;td width="206"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="168" valign="top" align="left"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/politics'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-114395835400954013?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/114395835400954013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=114395835400954013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114395835400954013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114395835400954013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2006/04/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-114297741306727880</id><published>2006-03-21T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:43:33.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And there it went again</title><content type='html'>Well, both of the jobs that I was called and asked to apply for turned up bust.  So once again I am back to the drawing board.  I am almost ready to stop even trying to get an engineering job, what the hell is the point anymore.  I will keep socking money away to open my coffee shop, but that is still a few years off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-114297741306727880?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/114297741306727880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=114297741306727880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114297741306727880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114297741306727880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-there-it-went-again.html' title='...And there it went again'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-114107404651515163</id><published>2006-02-27T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:00:46.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>Here we go again.  It is time for more job interviews.  I got two calls last week from headhunters looking to set me up with some companies.  The first one was wanting me to work as a field engineer for an oil company.  That job will be stateside, but I will have to move out west.  The second job is for a company in Alcoa.  They make airbags for cars.  The first one pay much more than the second, but it will take me away, but I am going to check out both places and decide from there.  Who knows maybe that job out west is what I need right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-114107404651515163?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/114107404651515163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=114107404651515163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114107404651515163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114107404651515163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-114036619375384194</id><published>2006-02-19T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:33:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You World</title><content type='html'>Thats right I said it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU WORLD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more would you like to shit on my life now? Is this a hobby of yours? I must be a great amusment to you. There were only two things I wanted in life, a family and the career to be able to support them with. Lets see, yep I'm twenty six and don't have either, and you keep shitting on any chance for me to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the most important one to me, family. I would just like to personaly like to thank you for nothing. Not only am I one of the most socialy inept people you created, you keep sending me situation where I am doomed to fail from the start. All I asked for was to meet the right person and have a chance, but no, I guess that would take away your amusment at my failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to point number two. A career, I spent six years in college working on an engineering degree just to be told that, "sorry we only want people with experience". What the hell, I try to make the best out of my situation, but it is kind of hard when I am constantly reminded of what a failure I am delivering pizza with a degree in engineering. And then when I get finaly get an idea for my own business you tease me with an engineering job, but then wait, I would have to leave everything I care about and go work in an oil field. Thanks a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have spent most of my life trying to help others, caring about their problems, being a friend when they needed one, and trying to do the right thing. So when the hell does it become my turn? Or is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on  a closing note let me reiterate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU WORLD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:edit:&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading this later in the day it has come to my attention that it seems a little harsh. But this is what I really felt when I woke up this morning. To some extent this is what I have been feeling for the last two years, but this morning I decided to get it off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-114036619375384194?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/114036619375384194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=114036619375384194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114036619375384194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/114036619375384194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck-you-world.html' title='Fuck You World'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-113985860165870951</id><published>2006-02-13T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T11:23:21.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T SQUAT WITH YOUR SPURS ON: A COWBOY'S GUIDE TO LIFE</title><content type='html'>-Don't never interfere with something that ain't botherin' you none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There's more ways to skin a cat than stickin' his head in a boot jack and jerkin' on his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some ranchers raise pigs and some will even admit it. Either way, they're raisin' pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The easiest way to eat crow is while it's still warm. The colder it gets, the harder it is to swaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If it don't seem like it's worth the effort, it probably ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The biggest liar you'll ever have to deal with probably watches you shave his face in the mirror every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't worry about bitin' off more'n you can chew. Your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger'n you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Always drink upstream from the herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Generally, you ain't learnin' nothin' when your mouth is a-jawin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tellin' a man to go to hell and makin' him do it are two entirely different propositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Generally speakin', fancy titles and nightshirts are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Trust everybody in the game, but always cut the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you're gonna go...go like hell. If your mind's not made up, don't use your spurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never kick a fresh cowpie on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him. The moral: when you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never drop your gun to hug a grizzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you give a lesson in meanness to a critter or a person, don't be surprised if they learn their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The best way to have quiche for dinner is to make it up and put it in the oven to bake at 325 degrees. Meanwhile, get out a large T-bone, grill it, and when it's done, eat it. As for the quiche, continue to let it bake, but otherwise ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There's two theories to arguin' with a woman. Neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you're throwin' your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n puttin' it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Always take a good look at what you're about to eat. It's not so important to know what it is, but it's critical to know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Never miss a good chance to shutup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-113985860165870951?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/113985860165870951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=113985860165870951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113985860165870951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113985860165870951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-squat-with-your-spurs-on-cowboys.html' title='DON&apos;T SQUAT WITH YOUR SPURS ON: A COWBOY&apos;S GUIDE TO LIFE'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-113717418625607688</id><published>2006-01-13T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:43:06.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Was Killed By...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know this one is kind of morbid, but some of the responses were really damn funny.  This is another google trick.  Just type in "(your name) was killed by" and see what comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jonathan was killed by"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mysterious man called "The Shadow Master"&lt;br /&gt;treachery in 143 BC&lt;br /&gt;a rocket-propelled grenade&lt;br /&gt;a ruse by the men of Acre&lt;br /&gt;a schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;Sampson after he offered Sampson a ride&lt;br /&gt;a Hizbollah rocket seven years ago&lt;br /&gt;an IRA bomb&lt;br /&gt;a band of highwaymen&lt;br /&gt;police gunfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my personal favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter S. Thompson, who attacked him without provocation as he was typing this message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-113717418625607688?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/113717418625607688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=113717418625607688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113717418625607688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113717418625607688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2006/01/jonathan-was-killed-by.html' title='Jonathan Was Killed By...'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-113572210629174707</id><published>2005-12-27T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:21:46.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the women who say they can never find a "Nice Guy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A quick note before you begin:&lt;br /&gt;I did not write this, I found it on the net, but I think it give an accurate depiction of real life (at least through the eyes of us nice guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center" class="blogsubject"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tribute to Nice Guys.....vindication for us at last!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;    This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;    This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA:Vice City to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-113572210629174707?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/113572210629174707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=113572210629174707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113572210629174707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113572210629174707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-all-women-who-say-they-can-never.html' title='To all the women who say they can never find a &quot;Nice Guy&quot;'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-113285516793564721</id><published>2005-11-24T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:59:27.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving All</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I hope you are all enjoying a great Thanksgiving with your friends, family, and loved ones.  Eat lots of great food, enjoy the time together, and I will catch you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-113285516793564721?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/113285516793564721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=113285516793564721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113285516793564721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113285516793564721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving-all.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving All'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-113219653506634831</id><published>2005-11-16T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:02:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan needs...</title><content type='html'>Thank you Brooke for the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind this is to type your name into Google and the word needs.  Take the top ten results and share with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jonathan Needs..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) an experienced, skilled family that is understanding of his special needs&lt;br /&gt;2) to go!  This on was followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love that Cassie is trying to get rid of Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) a tray to position his arms properly so he can anchor himself for fine motor control&lt;br /&gt;4) to find a pit filled of punji sticks&lt;br /&gt;5) to draw up a business plan to demonstrate to potential backers that his idea is a sound investment&lt;br /&gt;6) to restructure his portfolio&lt;br /&gt;7) to start drinking more beer&lt;br /&gt;8) some help with healthy eating and exercise&lt;br /&gt;9) to have the shit beat out of him&lt;br /&gt;10) to move on from Tammy and get with Ava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparently my needs are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-113219653506634831?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/113219653506634831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=113219653506634831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113219653506634831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113219653506634831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/11/jonathan-needs.html' title='Jonathan needs...'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-113025891585770741</id><published>2005-10-25T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:48:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well guys and gals, I am once again employed.  Unfortunately it is back delivering pizza.  I am running pies out in Farragut at Mario's Pizza.  It is not too bad, I know the owner, and some of the crew there already.  The money there is not as good as it was over at Pizza Hut, but at least I still have some money coming in.  I am probably going to go out and get another job anyways, because I don't want to stay at this one long.  I will keep you all updated as thing progress.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-113025891585770741?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/113025891585770741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=113025891585770741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113025891585770741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/113025891585770741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/10/job.html' title='A Job'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112983597067700896</id><published>2005-10-20T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T12:19:30.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A note to my future wife, who ever she may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please I am begging you on my knees, don't make me clean the bathrooms.  I will take any other cleaning duty than that.  If I ever have to scrub a bathtub again I think I will kill myself.  Anything but this I beg of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loving future husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112983597067700896?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112983597067700896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112983597067700896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112983597067700896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112983597067700896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/10/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112949861843928652</id><published>2005-10-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:36:58.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on the Job market</title><content type='html'>It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview in Athens was a wash, and the application with KUB turned up nothing. I have almost decided to get a night job for now, and go back to school and get my masters degree. This bachelors has done nothing for me. Well my emergency fund is almost empty and I have to get something, so it looks like I am back to the crap jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me better luck than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112949861843928652?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112949861843928652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112949861843928652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112949861843928652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112949861843928652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/10/updates-on-job-market.html' title='Updates on the Job market'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112925454177896754</id><published>2005-10-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:49:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Borrowed" Questionair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since a few of my friends and blog mates are spilling their guts with the questionair I thought I would reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.First grade teacher's name: Mrs. Jarbo&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Last person you kissed: been to long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last word you said: you (coming right after Thank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you sang: Oh Fortuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you hugged: been to long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last thing you laughed at: radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's in your CD player: Carmina Burana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who is your favorite star/s: despise them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What socks are you wearing: grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's under your bed: boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Current status: At my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Current taste: sweet tea and red meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Current Hairstyle: too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Current clothes: tshirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Current Hate: unemployment &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Current longing: start a career and a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Current desktop picture: Dogbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Current worry: no job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Current Love: none at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Story behind your username: which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current favorite article of clothing: sweat pants that I sleep in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.a. Favorite physical feature(s) on yourself: height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.b. on opposite sex: hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last CD that you bought: buy CDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be: In bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Least favorite place: surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Time you wake up in the morning: ~11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If you could play a new instrument, what would it be? Violin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Current favorite word/saying: “I like to con people, and I like to insult people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I put that together I get consult.” Dogbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite book: The Belgariad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Movies: Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: Dennis Neel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite day: currently Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you want to go: Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your career going to be: Good Question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who is your best friend/s: Ed Morse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What kind of car do you have: 2004 Hyundai Tiburon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. A random lyric: “Lift your head up high and blow your brains out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Eye Color: blue to gray to green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Zodiac Sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Innie or Outtie: Innie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Your heritage: Mutt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The shoes you wore today: tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Your hair: too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Your weakness: public speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Your fears: being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Your most recent secret?: don’t know, haven’t had any secrets to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Your thoughts first waking up: maybe my life will turn around this morning&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Your bedtime: 1:00-4:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Your most missed companion: Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Your perfect pizza: Chicago style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Sweet and Chewy or Salty and Crunchy: sweet and chewy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Single or group dates: dates period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Dogs or Cats: cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: sweet tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Cappuccino or coffee?: cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Smoke: not a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Curse: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Sing: when I am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Take a shower everyday: most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Have a crush: not at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Think you've been in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Want to go to college: been there, will probably have to go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Want more than what you got: Doesn’t everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married: YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.Type with your fingers in the right place: asdf jkl;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Think you're attractive: hopefully, but not relying on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Think you're a health freak: the meatlovers pizza I am eating says no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Get along with your parents: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Play an instrument: trombone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. drink: rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Done a drug: only what the doctor made me take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Made Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Go on a date: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Eaten an entire box of Oreos: oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Eaten sushi: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Been dumped: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Made homemade cookies: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Caused a fire: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Gone skinny dipping: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Dyed your hair: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Stolen anything: from my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Had too much to drink: most definite yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Been caught cheating: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Been called a tease: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Gotten beaten up: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Changed who you were to fit in: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Cried at something beautiful: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Spent too much money on something you didnt need?: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Cried when someone died?: no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112925454177896754?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112925454177896754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112925454177896754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112925454177896754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112925454177896754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/10/borrowed-questionair.html' title='&quot;Borrowed&quot; Questionair'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112905280276593363</id><published>2005-10-11T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:46:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to me.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-six year on this planet, and I still have not:&lt;br /&gt;*killed anyone&lt;br /&gt;*gone completely insane&lt;br /&gt;*been to jail&lt;br /&gt;*started a career&lt;br /&gt;*married&lt;br /&gt;*gone bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;*found true love&lt;br /&gt;*come down with an incurable disease&lt;br /&gt;*run for president&lt;br /&gt;*bought a house&lt;br /&gt;maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before you call the police and mental hospital, this is a list of good and bad things.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112905280276593363?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112905280276593363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112905280276593363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112905280276593363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112905280276593363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112853027296329639</id><published>2005-10-05T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:37:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching Band Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I did not get to stay the entire time, I missed the scores so I don't know how each band actually did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are my comments on each of my friends/acquaintance’s bands did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johnson County&lt;/i&gt; – Good all around show&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;South-Doyle&lt;/i&gt; – Excellent show, I thought your group of kids had the best show in their class&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ed:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Gibbs&lt;/i&gt; – I loved this show, the music selection was great, and it was a fun show&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lenoir City&lt;/i&gt; – I enjoyed the music selection for your show&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Greenville&lt;/i&gt; – Great show, your kids looked like they had a blast out there&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was also glad to hear Bearden play this year. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought they had a phenomenal show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally I thought they earned first place in their class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I might be a little biased, but they really impressed me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now for some irritations that I am having with marching bands lately.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quit using props&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let your bands be the show, you don’t need props to give a good show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With good music, and good drill your kids won’t need props to add flare.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flaming batons&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Too many majorettes are using flaming batons, they are overrated.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabers/swords&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are going to have the guard tossing around sabers/swords, don’t have them catching them on the blade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That defeats the purpose of the saber, and just turns it into a stick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have them treat them like live blades, and do all their tosses and tricks on the handle.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;Use more of the field&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These bands need to move around more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have a football field to work on, use more of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care how big of a band you have you can still use most of the field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the smaller bands you can stick together, but bounce back and forth across the field, don’t just stay in the middle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the bigger bands, form your patterns using the entire field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Play for the entire audience, not just for the people sitting between the 40-yard lines.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again I would like to thank Brooke for her hospitality.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t wait till next year’s competition, but this time I think I will bring some sunscreen (sun burn hurts).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope to see all of you again, and good luck with the rest of your marching season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112853027296329639?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112853027296329639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112853027296329639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112853027296329639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112853027296329639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/10/marching-band-goodness.html' title='Marching Band Goodness'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112741906448794711</id><published>2005-09-22T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:57:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Meh Job Interview</title><content type='html'>I hate job interviews. It has been a year and a half since I graduated college, and I still can't get a job. I wish they had told me that I have to have co-op experience to get a job. Every single job I interview for tells me that I don't have enough experience, what the hell, how do you expect anyone to get experience if no one with hire them. It is bad enough that I can't find that many employers around here that are hiring, but the ones that are all want experience. I can do the damn job; I spent six years in college learning how to do the damn job. Just give me a chance to prove that I can do it, is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112741906448794711?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112741906448794711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112741906448794711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112741906448794711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112741906448794711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-meh-job-interview.html' title='Another Meh Job Interview'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112611296482562757</id><published>2005-09-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:09:24.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Life Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a while since I last posted here, and a lot of things have happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start I lost my job two Fridays ago.  Nine years at this place, and the current manager gets a wild hair up his ass and decides that he doesn't like me so he gets me fired.  If any of you did not know I have a handgun carry permit.  This permit allows me to carry a gun on my person, so I carried my gun on deliveries.  The manager has known about this ever since he started there.  It is technically against the rules, but he never cared, until now.  So ten months after he started there, he calls up the area manager and tells him about it.  Well, he then lies to the area manager and tells him he knew nothing about it, and I can't contradict him on it, because the other managers knew about it and I don't want to get them in trouble as well.  Damn the catch-22.  Well, to make a long story a little shorter, I have known the area manager for a while, and he only wanted to write me up, but Human Resources told him he had to fire me.  So now I am looking for another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosing this job has made me reconsider my plans in life.  It has forced me to relook at my priorities, and consider paths that before would have been ridiculous to me.  I am now applying to Halliburton to see if I can get a contract job over in Iraq.  The pay there is superb, and the positions I am applying for are ones back in the bases doing engineering or logistics, not out in the field driving trucks, or construction (those are the people getting kidnapped and their heads cut off).  I still have to find a part-time job here in Knoxville to hold me over until some of the resumes and applications I have put out have a chance to get responses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also putting a strain on my apartment hunting.   My current lease runs out in November, and my roommates are leaving.  This is forcing me to find another place (that and I hate this current place).  I was really hoping to find at least one roommate by this time, but I haven't.  It is looking like I will have to get a place by myself, and that is going to be a little more expensive than I am used to.  I have found a decent apartment complex (just ask the Masked Mayhem), and the rent there is only $500 for a one bedroom.  This is the best complex that I have been able to find for the money.  I am going to take the rest of this month and try to find a roommate, but by then I will have to put in the deposit and application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you will keep me in your thoughts and prayers while I work my way through this period in my life.  I hope I can have better news on the next update.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112611296482562757?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112611296482562757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112611296482562757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112611296482562757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112611296482562757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/09/major-life-changes.html' title='Major Life Changes'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112361849015171773</id><published>2005-08-09T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:14:50.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Job... Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I think I might have found a job relatively close that was worth applying for. Texas Hydraulics in Athens TN is looking for a new engineer to help with facilities planning and layout design.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;According to their help wanted description they are looking for someone fresh out of college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully this will be me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone please pray that I get this job, and things start to turn around for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, I will update you as more information comes in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112361849015171773?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112361849015171773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112361849015171773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112361849015171773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112361849015171773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-job-maybe.html' title='A New Job... Maybe'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112346386286584310</id><published>2005-08-07T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:18:02.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My last post seemed a bit negative, and I was asked to post something a little more upbeat this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took me a little while, but something good finally came around.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I finally got to meet John Saylor on Saturday at a clinic he had put together here in Knoxville.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been studying his form of jujitsu, Shingitai, for the past three years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a great guy, and was a lot more friendly and open than I imagined.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The clinic was only for five hours, but it was a great five hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went over some ground fighting and submissions, then later towards the end we went over knife defense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a little disappointed that more people from our class at the University of Tennessee did not show up, but I had fun non the less. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112346386286584310?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112346386286584310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112346386286584310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112346386286584310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112346386286584310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-great-clinic.html' title='Another Great Clinic'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112279179119657052</id><published>2005-07-30T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:36:31.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing and Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am finding that I am having too much time at work alone, and it is starting to make me reminisce about my life, and I am finding out that I have a lot of regrets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is it that we tend to focus on the negative aspects of our past, and continuously beat ourselves up over mistakes we made in the past?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have done many good things through out my life, and not just good for me, but things that helped out other people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for the life of me, I keep dwelling on the bad things I have done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think about the wrongs I have committed on my friends that they have since forgiven me for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think about the people I have hurt that have since absolved me of my crime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it does not matter how much they forgive or absolve me, I can’t seem to forgive myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is it we beat ourselves up so much over the petty stupid things we have done that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I keep thinking about how I would have changed what I did, but it doesn’t really matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can’t go back and change the past, you can only learn from your mistakes and don’t repeat them in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I have learned from most of my mistakes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t do the same stupid things I used to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But why can’t I stop thinking about it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess what I am trying to say is, don’t get a job where you have too much time to sit around and reflect on your past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Find something to keep your mind busy on the present, or you will drive yourself crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112279179119657052?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112279179119657052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112279179119657052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112279179119657052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112279179119657052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/reminiscing-and-regrets.html' title='Reminiscing and Regrets'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112205631143176743</id><published>2005-07-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T11:18:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Plods ON</title><content type='html'>Another day, and still no changes.  It is days like these I wonder when my life will take a turn for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112205631143176743?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112205631143176743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112205631143176743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112205631143176743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112205631143176743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-plods-on.html' title='Life Plods ON'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112182453403812432</id><published>2005-07-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:55:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Coffee</title><content type='html'>I am going to jump on the bandwagon and follow the path of some of my fellow bloggers, and tell the blogworld what kind of coffee I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DABB99;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Black Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/coffeequiz/black-coffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/coffeequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I almost agree with this, except I must have sugar, lots of sugar in my coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112182453403812432?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112182453403812432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112182453403812432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112182453403812432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112182453403812432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-kind-of-coffee.html' title='What Kind of Coffee'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112180559269814181</id><published>2005-07-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T13:39:52.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja or Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has come to my attention that some people are choosing pirates over Ninjas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a grossly maladjusted way of thinking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are you people smoking?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Ninjas are much better than a lowly pirate.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now to refute &lt;a href="http://www.rachmaninovrocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Masked Mayhem’s&lt;/a&gt; reason:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) “Pirates have adventures, ninja creep around alone.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, now where do I start with this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First off, ninjas work in squads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sending one person out to do a mission is suicide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each member of the squad has his/her job to do, to complete the mission successfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Second, pirates just rob people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you break it down, that is all they do, woop-te-do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ninjas get to assassinate dignitaries, kidnap royalty, you know the exciting adventures.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) “Pirates ravage the opposite sex, ninja assassinate them.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is true that ninjas assassinate the opposite sex, but they don’t discriminate. Pirates also murder the people after they ravage them, so what makes it so great for them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A ninja has better class than to ravage someone before killing them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3) “Pirates get swag (love this word), ninja get the thrill of killing.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What, do you think that ninja do their jobs just for the thrill of killing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They do get paid for their missions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also get to keep whatever valuables they find on their target that the customer did not specify they wanted, if they wanted anything off the target at all.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4) “Pirates get the day, ninja get the night.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that is only partly true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pirates only get the day, ninjas can work in both the day and the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have to be versatile, they need to be able to work at anytime, and in any conditions.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5) “Ninja blow poison darts, pirates get blown by ()#$&amp;*@%NEVERMIND.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes ninja get to blow poison darts at people, but as for the other version of blow… Have you ever seen the hot Asian women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pirates just get stuck with the skanks they find onboard ships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ninjas get to hunt down the princesses and harem women.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6) “Ninja throw stars, pirates sleep under them.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Big deal, ninja get to sleep outside if they want to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyone can sleep under the stars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throwing stars are just bad ass.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7) “Pirates have cooler swords.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wrong again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The katana is the coolest sword out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who would want some beater sword mass produced in Spain, when they could have a katana that was hand folded hundreds of times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One katana could cut through an entire ship’s worth of pirate swords.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8) “Pirates rock!”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No, pirates sink like rocks!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112180559269814181?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112180559269814181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112180559269814181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112180559269814181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112180559269814181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/ninja-or-pirate.html' title='Ninja or Pirate'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112154536308372853</id><published>2005-07-16T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:22:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Public Service Announcement: Pizza Delivery Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Public Service Announcement: Pizza Delivery Drivers&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guys and Gals out there in blogland please treat you Pizza Delivery Drivers better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These guys are some of the most ragged on, under appreciated people out there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They rag out their cars every night trying to get you your pizza on time, only to get to your door and be treated like shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;98% of the time it is not their fault your pizza is late, or your order is wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is usually the guys back at the store who can’t get things right.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The delivery drivers are paid like the waiters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They make a low hourly wage, and are expected to make their money off tips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many people don’t know this, but the IRS expects the driver to claim a minimum of 8% of the price of your order as our tip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore when you stiff the driver you are actually taking money out of his or her pocket.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The drivers pay for their own gas and car repair out of pocket.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The store does not pay for this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you think the delivery charge on your order goes to the driver, think again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is just a gimmick that the corporate people use to pad their bottom line.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another problem that keeps coming up is when people expect the driver to carry all the extras in their car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it people, they can’t carry a cooler of drinks in case you decide to add one to the order.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also cannot carry parmesan cheese and red peppers in the car either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will go bad sitting in a vehicle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you ask for it when you place the order, and if the person taking the order is not an idiot and forgets to put it on the ticket, then you will get it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So everyone, please treat your drivers well, show them some courtesy and respect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And please give them more than a buck, at least tip them 10%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112154536308372853?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112154536308372853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112154536308372853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112154536308372853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112154536308372853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/public-service-announcement-pizza.html' title='A Public Service Announcement: Pizza Delivery Drivers'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112052495367225857</id><published>2005-07-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:55:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to wish everyone out there a happy Fourth of July. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would also like to wish a happy and safe fourth to my friend Spc. Shane Bellis over in Iraq.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope you and your company finish your jobs, and return home safely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am proud of you and what you are doing for this country.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope everyone remembers why we celebrate this day, and we all continue to support our country.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God bless the United States of America &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112052495367225857?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112052495367225857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112052495367225857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112052495367225857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112052495367225857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-112041766613392179</id><published>2005-07-03T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:07:46.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion or the lack there of</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have come to recognize a trend developing in my nature.  I am starting to feel stronger emotions in relation to the movies, anime, books, or game stories that I watch, read, or play, then I do towards actual events in real life.  I cannot seem to remember the last time I cried over some event that happened in my life, but I get teary eyed over a tragic ending in a show I am watching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that I am burned out at work, and need a new direction in my life, but I still think that there are enough other events in my life to make up for that emotional black hole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh well, just felt the need to write out something that was rattling around in my brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Till next time… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-112041766613392179?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/112041766613392179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=112041766613392179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112041766613392179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/112041766613392179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/07/emotion-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Emotion or the lack there of'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-111988527308716353</id><published>2005-06-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:14:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LANs and why we go.</title><content type='html'>We guys and gals, I got back from Million Man Lan 4 and it was a blast.  As usuall there were over 1000 fellow LANrs at the event this year.  We were honored to have Intel be one of our sponsers the year.  They were very generous and gave out many of their new high end processors as prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have five or six new games to play.  This is one of the best parts about a LAN, playing the games.  I didn't take part in any of the tournements, I am not that good, but there were plenty of open server there.  I will have to say that Battlefield 2 is the nicest game out on the market.  The gameplay and graphics are supurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that it is time for a new computer.  I am starting to have problems running the newer games.  I have to turn the setting way down on Battlefield 2 to get it to run.  But what can I say, this computer has lasted me since Lanwar 17.  It is definatly time for a new one.  I am thinking of making the switch over to AMD this time and trying one of their new Athlon 64 processors.  Oh well, what ever I decide it is still a month or two off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bad part of the trip.  Travelocity.com overbooked our motel and we got screwed.  We were supposed to stay in the Days Inn, in a nonsmoking room with two beds.  When we got there, they only had smoking, single rooms.  To make a long story short, after spending two and a half hours on the phone, and talking to four different people at Travelocity, who by the way got worse each time, we got moved to the Hilton Gardens right next to the convention center.  I will never use nor will I recomend Travelocity.com to anyone.  The second person, Adam, that we talked to was nice and tried to fix the problem, but once we were transfered to the booking department everything went to smash.  The top person that we ended up talking to refused to admit fault, and was very rude, yelling at us, and almost didn't get us another hotel.  Not very good customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well that is enough ranting and raving from me, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-111988527308716353?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/111988527308716353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=111988527308716353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111988527308716353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111988527308716353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/06/lans-and-why-we-go.html' title='LANs and why we go.'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-111938691602206542</id><published>2005-06-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:48:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It may be time for a job change</title><content type='html'>Well this is interesting.  I just read an article that said according to the Department of Labor statistics that delivery-sales jobs (i.e. pizza delivery) which I am one of.  Is the fifth most dangerous job in the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking it is time to really start looking for another job.  Lets not get confused, I am already looking for an engineering position around the Knoxville, TN area, but now I think I might want to get another place holder job while I am one my search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys and gals wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-111938691602206542?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/111938691602206542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=111938691602206542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111938691602206542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111938691602206542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-may-be-time-for-job-change.html' title='It may be time for a job change'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-111922747367306711</id><published>2005-06-19T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:31:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Camp on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow, all I can say is wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; This has been a fantastic five days.  I just got back from "The Greatest Camp on Earth", a martial arts camp in Mathews, North Carolina.  We were honored to have Olympic Judo bronze medallist and World Champion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Pedro&lt;/span&gt;, and World Masters Judo Champion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Igor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yakimov&lt;/span&gt; there to train us. There were many other instructors there, and I enjoyed their training very much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I particularly enjoyed Sensei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pete Perkish&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ken Nazemetz&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Gerard Trawinski&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ed Byers&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Michael Brown&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I earned a offensive knife certification while I was there, and had a good introduction to many other martial arts.  The styles I enjoyed most were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sambo&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeet Kun Do&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuntao&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopkido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I still have not decided which part I enjoyed the most, and may never reach that conclusion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camp has convinced me to branch out and start a striking art.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that it will complement my Shingitai Jujitsu training, and make me a better around martial artist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will thank my Sensei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Tyrell&lt;/span&gt; for taking me and the other that went to this camp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been the best instructor that I have ever known.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-111922747367306711?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/111922747367306711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=111922747367306711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111922747367306711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111922747367306711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/06/greatest-camp-on-earth.html' title='The Greatest Camp on Earth'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-111877937093084741</id><published>2005-06-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:02:50.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five days of martial arts</title><content type='html'>Well fellow readers, I am about to embark on a five day quest to the "Greatest Martial Arts Camp".  Yes that is what it is called.  I shall see if this is true or not, but it definatly sounds interesting.  Nine of us from the University of Tennessee Knoxville Judo/Jujitsu class/club are headed to somewhere in Carolina.  Don't ask me where, I don't know (good thing I am not driving).  The camp is Wednesday through Sunday from 8:00am till 9:00pm.  There is going to be five mats, and over twenty different styles of martial arts covered at the camp.  The lessons are supposed to be around an hour long, and you just go to which ever one you feel most interested in.  Well everyone wish me luck, and I hope I survive.  Talk to you when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-111877937093084741?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/111877937093084741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=111877937093084741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111877937093084741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111877937093084741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/06/five-days-of-martial-arts.html' title='Five days of martial arts'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13630001.post-111864756537057830</id><published>2005-06-13T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:26:05.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to the start of my future</title><content type='html'>Well it has come to my attention that I need to start my own blog.  I am not sure about this format, but I am going to give it a shot.  I will be using this blog as a spot to comment on things that I think will have some impact on my future, or things that interest me in the present.  I will welcome any comments and suggestions that the readers may have for me.  Well that is all for now, just remember that your have the biggest impact on what your future holds.  (Doesn't that just sound so cliche)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13630001-111864756537057830?l=futurestartstoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/feeds/111864756537057830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13630001&amp;postID=111864756537057830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111864756537057830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13630001/posts/default/111864756537057830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://futurestartstoday.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-to-start-of-my-future.html' title='Hello to the start of my future'/><author><name>Unfamiliar Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275179514547271777</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
