<?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-31822483</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:13:48.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your Freak Flag Fly</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing but rants and raves here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31822483.post-1645784693538924515</id><published>2007-02-08T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T12:23:03.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved!</title><content type='html'>You can find it here: &lt;a href="http://blog.elutes.com"&gt;blog.elutes.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, now.  Run along, go visit it at its new home.  Shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-1645784693538924515?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/1645784693538924515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=1645784693538924515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1645784693538924515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1645784693538924515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-1739704571401877391</id><published>2007-01-17T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:04.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing still on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16BPIfi36tY/Ra6APCYVgHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cNQHx0TsEJQ/s400/stop_hammertime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021091630390018162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is YES.  I've just been neglecting the hell out of this blog.  Mind you, it's not because there isn't any drama or shit to blog about (there is lots of that to go around!), but lack of patience and willpower to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll get back on the "blog everything" bandwagon soon.  I just need to get some motivation first.  Perhaps once this snow and ice shit is done and over with I'll actually care about something other than staying warm and making it from point A to point B without some crazed-ass psycho trying to drive a Toyota Corolla through the snow and ice like it's a 4X4 (I could already see a potential blog entry!  HA!)  It's nice to know I still crack myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later, peeps.  I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-1739704571401877391?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/1739704571401877391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=1739704571401877391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1739704571401877391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1739704571401877391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-this-thing-still-on.html' title='Is this thing still on?'/><author><name>James</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_16BPIfi36tY/Ra6APCYVgHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cNQHx0TsEJQ/s72-c/stop_hammertime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31822483.post-5035798866365858395</id><published>2006-12-03T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:04.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16BPIfi36tY/RXS1JFkZJDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PtmPBb7rBuU/s400/syzygy_group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004824253633733682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled back into town today around 4 PM from our Walla Walla tour.  I had a fantastic time with the group and I hope that everybody else had a great time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief recap of our weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Grapefields, post-funct at &lt;a href="http://www.marcuswhitmanhotel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Marcus Whitman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellar tour included visits to &lt;a href="http://www.tamarackcellars.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tamarack&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dunhamcellars.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dunham&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.syzygywines.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Syzygy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bradenview.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BradenView&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.kvintners.com/" target="_blank"&gt;K Vintners&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nicholascolecellars.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nicholas Cole&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.yellowhawkcellar.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Yellow Hawk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rulowinery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rulo&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.beresanwines.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Beresan&lt;/a&gt;.  Dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.whitehousecrawford.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Whitehouse-Crawford&lt;/a&gt; was delicious as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us experienced a four-year vertical of &lt;a href="http://www.sevenhillswinery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Seven Hills&lt;/a&gt; Cabernet Sauvignon before hitting &lt;a href="http://www.lecole.com/" target="_blank"&gt;L'Ecole Nº 41&lt;/a&gt; on the way back home.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked our rooms for next year's Holiday Barrel Tasting Weekend.  I was amazed when we check into our hotel on Friday that they were already booked for 2007's event!  Fortunately we were able to make a reservation today for another hotel in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone that was in attendance: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; so much for a great time and for coming.  Walla Walla is a great place to share with other people and the more in the group, the bigger the dynamic and more fun had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-5035798866365858395?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/5035798866365858395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=5035798866365858395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/5035798866365858395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/5035798866365858395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-home.html' title='Back home!'/><author><name>James</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_16BPIfi36tY/RXS1JFkZJDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PtmPBb7rBuU/s72-c/syzygy_group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31822483.post-7472795633361701671</id><published>2006-12-01T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:28:47.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walla Walla weekend -- we're here!</title><content type='html'>I'm really inebriated at the moment so I'll refrain from blogging too much.  You know me: with a little liquid encouragement I'll pretty much say anything.  We're over in Walla Walla for the Holiday Barrel Tasting Weekend.  There is a big group of us and we just came back from dinner at Grapefields Wine Bar.  With us (Anna, Marni, and myself) is Amanda, Annemarie, Cindy, Debra, and Kyle.  We're going to take this town by storm this weekend.  What would Samuel Jackson say about us this weekend?  "There are motherfucking lushes in this motherfucking town."  We're going to have such a blast.  Watch out, people.  You won't know what hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-7472795633361701671?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/7472795633361701671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=7472795633361701671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7472795633361701671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7472795633361701671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-bitches.html' title='Walla Walla weekend -- we&apos;re here!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-7979467439476900112</id><published>2006-10-31T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:10:32.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween, Bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/400/happy_halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted for a few weeks.  I've been busy with a bunch of shit.  I'll be updating this thing shortly.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-7979467439476900112?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/7979467439476900112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=7979467439476900112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7979467439476900112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7979467439476900112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween-bitches.html' title='Happy Halloween, Bitches!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-1585412054360708937</id><published>2006-10-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:23:13.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/400/Studio60.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally falling in love with Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip!  I scheduled a season pass on my TiVo before this show premiered and forgot about it.  With all of the events taken place within the last three weeks (birthday, vacation, etc.) I had completely forgotten about it.  Well, I had some downtime last night and watched the first three epsiodes (commercial-free and back-to-back, just the way watching TV should be!) and I'm in love!  It has a great cast and the writing has been great.  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aaron_Sorkin" target="_blank"&gt;Aaron Sorkin&lt;/a&gt; is a genius.  I cannot wait to see tonight's episode.  If you've fallen behind or haven't yet watched, check out &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Studio_60_on_the_Sunset_Strip/" target="_blank"&gt;NBC.com&lt;/a&gt; to watch the latest episode and/or to get caught up on what's happened so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-1585412054360708937?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/1585412054360708937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=1585412054360708937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1585412054360708937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1585412054360708937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/studio-60.html' title='Studio 60'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-3113686484277991163</id><published>2006-10-07T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:17:04.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake, rattle, and roll</title><content type='html'>Did you feel it?  At first I thought it was the careless idiots upstairs stomping their way around their apartment, but eventually realized it was an earthquake when I could hear the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I wasn't the only one that felt it: &lt;a href="http://pasadena.wr.usgs.gov/shake/STORE/X10080248/ciim_stats_1.html" target="_blank"&gt;intensity by zip code&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://komotv.com/news/story.asp?ID=45865" target="_blank"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsus/Maps/US2/46.48.-123.-121.gif" style="border:0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-3113686484277991163?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/3113686484277991163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=3113686484277991163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/3113686484277991163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/3113686484277991163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/shake-rattle-and-roll.html' title='Shake, rattle, and roll'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-6173283989233777866</id><published>2006-10-06T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:12:43.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirium update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/1600/delirium.0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/400/delirium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my friend &lt;a href="http://thetacocart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; to the show and we had a great time.  Unfortunately the show wasn't as good as I was hoping.  I really wouldn't consider it a TRUE Cirque show.  On a technical difficulty scale, they ranked OFF THE CHARTS.  Some of the projection stuff, lasers, lights, music, props was truly remarkable.  On the creative side, I would give it a "C minus."  It didn't really have a congruent story other than, "this is this guy's dream."  And the venue was weird, too.  I'm just too spoiled by travelling Cirque shows, let alone the resident ones with their plush seats, etc.  I think if the tickets wouldn't have been so expensive that I would have different feelings.  Let me put it this way: if someone went last night and saw Delirium and they have NEVER before seen a Cirque du Soleil show, I don't know that they would make an effort to go and see another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an article from the Seattle Times about Delirium.  I think they really sum it up best.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/artsentertainment/2003289224_cirque05.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-6173283989233777866?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/6173283989233777866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=6173283989233777866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/6173283989233777866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/6173283989233777866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/delirium-update.html' title='Delirium update'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-2363976292302624412</id><published>2006-10-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:43:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/200/Brenthaven.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;To whoever sent the Brenthaven, thank you.  There wasn't a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; name and/or message in the box.  I realize this came from my Amazon wish list, but I think it was shipped from one of their vendors and not directly from them, hence the lack of buyer information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;text-decoration:underline;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to one of my best friends from high school.  Lakey, thanks for sending the awesome wine/cheese/snack basket that was waiting for me when I came back from Mexico.  I was amazed at all the goodies that were packed into the huge basket and I'm still enjoying them!  Thanks, again!  I know it's my turn to visit you next.  Hopefully I'll make it down to Utah before the year is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, again, both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; Kelly and Johan sent the Brenthaven.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-2363976292302624412?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/2363976292302624412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=2363976292302624412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/2363976292302624412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/2363976292302624412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-149472408847993537</id><published>2006-10-01T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:01:51.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with people?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/1600/img02_1597.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/img02_1597.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially knew I was home when plans that I had previously made with three different people fell through.  Oh, well.  I guess it was my gain in the end: I had more time to myself.  Any takers for the Cirque du Soleil &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/delirium/intro/" target="_blank"&gt;Delirium&lt;/a&gt; performance this Wednesday at the Key Arena?  I'm offering up both tickets.  I'd rather not reschedule with anybody else to just have to scramble again at the last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-149472408847993537?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/149472408847993537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=149472408847993537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/149472408847993537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/149472408847993537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-it-with-people.html' title='What is it with people?'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-4708833988467071785</id><published>2006-09-30T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:59:04.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/l_geometric_r.swf" loop="false" quality="high" FlashVars="logopath=http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/ptlogo1.swf&amp;ptdim=50.10&amp;ptxy=400.16&amp;auto=1&amp;wait=4&amp;img1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177663.jpg&amp;img2=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177657.jpg&amp;img3=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177689.jpg&amp;img4=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177767.jpg&amp;img5=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177890.jpg&amp;img6=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177667.jpg&amp;img7=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177640.jpg&amp;img8=http://pic20.picturetrail.com:80/VOL24/6760158/12998362/192177636.jpg" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="400" height="320" name="photoFlick" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from vacation and find myself having to adjust to getting back into the swing of things.  Having just had the last ten days off from work has been nice.  Spending seven of them in 95+ degree weather was just the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo was amazing.  Since it was considered "off-season" while we were down there, we practically had our resort to ourselves (seriously, I think the resort was only ten to fifteen percent occupied!)  All the trepidation that I had before our trip was definitely unwarranted: I had a great time with my mom.  Even though we didn't get to talk about all the stuff that I wanted to, it was nice to just spend some nice, quality time with her while we were both enjoying ourselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a couple on the plane that was spending their 30th anniversary in the sun.  It was really coincidental.  They were sitting in front of us on the plane ride down, and during some friendly conversation with them, I discovered that this was their first time down in Cabo.  Upon further investigation, we realized that they booked through the same company and were staying at our same resort, had the same airport transfer company, etc.  Mark and Susan were Cabo "virgins" so I made sure that they knew about the necessities (red light/green light with customs, time-share presentation representatives trying to fool those people waiting for their transportation at the airport, tipping, bargaining, etc.)  They made for some great vacation buddies.  We had dinner with them a few times and went on a land/sea tour expedition with them.  They were such a great couple; I could definitely see spending more time with them in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to come home to some 80 degree weather, which slowly dropped over the next three days,  transitioning me back into the daily grind.  While there is still plenty for me to do at home, I'm saving the un-packing, cleaning, and organization until later in the week.  It sounds like shit hit the fan at the office while I'm gone, so I may as well enjoy the time to myself now, while I can.  I'm going to try and stay in vacation mode as long as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-4708833988467071785?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/4708833988467071785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=4708833988467071785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/4708833988467071785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/4708833988467071785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-2203287625879363566</id><published>2006-09-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:56:36.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty-eight isn't going to be so bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/1600/chapel.0.jpg" target="_blank" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/chapel.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight marked the start of my twenty-eighth birthday celebrations.  Generally I celebrate my birthday with smaller groups of friends over the course of a week or so.  This year it is going to be a little different as I leave for my Mexico vacation the day after my birthday; the festivities will likely work their way into the beginning of October when I get back from Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was originally a little trepid about how I would feel about turning twenty-eight.  I've come to realize that twenty-eight isn't going to be as bad as I thought.  Most of my clients tell me that the thirties will be the best time of my life--I hope they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls decided on &lt;a href="http://www.thechapelbar.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Chapel Bar&lt;/a&gt; on Capitol Hill.  They have a very good happy hour and their food is really delicious.  While they were out of quite a bit of stuff from their menu, we managed to find some tasty tidbits to help balance out our alcohol consumption.  Word to the wise: the Black Haus cocktail is practically all alcohol; with the exception of the kiwi in your glass, the blackberry infused vodka is pretty much all you're going to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to stop and actually enjoy myself for a few hours without having to think about what I needed to get done before Friday morning and/or what else I need to do at the office, what I still need to get at the store, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T minus 60 hours and counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-2203287625879363566?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/2203287625879363566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=2203287625879363566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/2203287625879363566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/2203287625879363566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/09/twenty-eight-isnt-going-to-be-so-bad.html' title='Twenty-eight isn&apos;t going to be so bad'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-5518435979986801299</id><published>2006-09-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:22:23.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling infinite</title><content type='html'>When you were growing up did you ever feel infinite? I'm talking about those moments that you realized that there was so much more to life than you could ever imagine. Times when you wish you could make time stand still and savor the moment forever; times when you tell yourself you'll never forget for the rest of your life. I can easily recall several moments.  I was thinking today about the last time I'd had one of those moments and realized that I haven't felt like that in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the very first time I was honored to experience this feeling. I was out with a friend on Happy Hollow Road in Stanwood (the farthest point away from the city you can go to get away from light pollution) to look at constellations, comets, and shooting stars.  It was an August night--during a week when there were hundreds of shooting stars filling the night's sky.   At first I wasn't sure about what we were doing: we were in the back of a friend's car looking out the back window, parked in some farmer's land, just feet from a herd of cows and other farm animals. In between shooting stars and star-gazing, we were striking up plenty of conversation.  We talked about everything: life's greatest mysteries, past experiences, future goals, and anything else you can possibly imagine. As we sat there staring at the stars shimmering in the sky, I had a moment of clarity: it seemed as though notions of place and space had converged and everything had been perfectly aligned in the world to put the two of us right where we were. Was it a coincidence?  It seemed more like fate. Regardless of what it was, that was the first time in my life that I had ever felt infinite. Here I was sitting next to one of my friends that was always just that: just friends; I had never had any feelings for her, well, that is until I had shared such a memorable experience with her.  I remember laying there hoping that that moment would never end.  We stayed there chatting until the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my very first moment of feeling infinite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-5518435979986801299?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/5518435979986801299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=5518435979986801299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/5518435979986801299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/5518435979986801299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/09/feeling-infinite.html' title='Feeling infinite'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-6732703467106090686</id><published>2006-09-12T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:35:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRGH!  _NOT_ Boogie!</title><content type='html'>You all know how much I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*LOVE*&lt;/span&gt; Janelle from Big Brother and that I was rooting for her to win it from day one.  Much to my shagrin she placed third--AGAIN for the second year in a row.  I thought that the game turned good when Janelle decided to vote out Will and keep Erika.  If only Erika would have kept her word and tried harder in the final competition and take Janelle to the final two.  The last person that I wanted to win is Mike Boogie.  You can only imagine my disappointment when Mike Boogie won the $500k.  I was elated, though, when Janelle won the $25k America's Choice, which means she ended up taking home more money than Erika (who won second place--$50k).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Boogie didn't really deserve to win--he pretty much rode the coattails of Will until he was kicked out of the house.  What really pissed me off was that he kept saying, "I just want it for the street cred, etc."  He's a fourteen year-old wannabe black kid trapped in a thirty-six year-old white man's body.  He says that he is going to use the money as seed money in opening up some restaurants in Atlanta.  Other rumors are that he's going to use the money to buy a convertible Bentley.  What a friggin' loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*DO LOVE*&lt;/span&gt; however is the interview given the morning following the announcement of the winner given on The View.  As Mike Boogie would say, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have to give props where props are due...&lt;/span&gt;" to Rosie.  She pretty much kicked his ass.  Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAk_QOVnCMA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAk_QOVnCMA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping that we'll see my Janey Doll on some future reality tv show(s). &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GO JANELLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-6732703467106090686?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/6732703467106090686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=6732703467106090686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/6732703467106090686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/6732703467106090686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/09/arrgh-not-boogie.html' title='ARRGH!  _NOT_ Boogie!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-7747369136216880699</id><published>2006-09-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:55:53.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the second part of &lt;i&gt;The Path to 9/11&lt;/i&gt; and now have some conflicting feelings.  I'm really disappointed that they took an event such as 9/11 and fictionalized parts of it. I'm not sure how much of the movie was fiction versus fact, however, I am completely shocked that there wasn't more fallout from the various intelligence agencies that dropped the ball and let people slip through the cracks. The only thing that I can wish for is that people become informed with the facts of what really happened and made their own, informed decisions on what happened, and use that knowledge at the polls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events of September 11, 2001 were so devastating to everyone. While I didn't personally know anybody who perished in any of the events of that horrible day, I can &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; to sympathize with those people who lost a love one; I can only imagine how each anniversary brings home their loss, especially when all the news channels repeatedly show the clips of the planes crashing into the towers. What really broke my heart today was an article I read on MSNBC.com that said that the pregnant widows from 9/11 are now having to answer to their children (who are would be between 4 and 5 years old) about what happened to their dad and why he isn't around.  That is too sad for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing about preventing such attacks from happening in the future?  I have some doubts about what our administration is doing to tackle this topic. This is a real hot topic these days and everyone seems to have passionate views about it. I'm hopeful that people will remain steadfast in their views, filter through the campaign advertisements as the elections near, and vote with that same passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-7747369136216880699?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/7747369136216880699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=7747369136216880699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7747369136216880699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7747369136216880699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-11th.html' title='September 11th'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-1187980059872620245</id><published>2006-09-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:29:52.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great poem</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV this afternoon and while flipping through the channels, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388125/" target="_blank"&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;/a&gt; just as Cameron Diaz's character was reciting an EE Cummings poem, and it just reminded me how much I really love this poem.&lt;PRE&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i carry your heart with me (i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart) i am never without it (anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;                                    i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want&lt;br /&gt;no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/PRE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-1187980059872620245?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/1187980059872620245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=1187980059872620245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1187980059872620245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/1187980059872620245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-poem.html' title='Great poem'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-7187904051837867472</id><published>2006-08-26T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:11:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering life</title><content type='html'>I find that there are some times in life when I feel like I'm in auto-pilot just strolling along and enjoying whatever is thrown my way.  Then there are times when I find myself psycho-analyzing my life and wondering if I'm really happy where I am and what I'm doing.  Should I chalk this up to turning twenty-eight in a few weeks?  Or could it be that there is something that is fundamentally lacking and/or wrong? I keep telling myself that I'm happy where I am in life and that I have a lot going for me.  I'm starting to doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very independent person and always have been. I think that it comes down to power and control and how I always feel the need to have it. This is something that I've been working on for a long time and continue to do so today. It can be challenging at times with my friends who can be indecisive and can't make up their minds (I always find myself stepping up and taking charge in these situations), though if I'm given the opportunity to allow someone else to make the decisions and have the control, I'm all for handing over my keys and riding shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time that I finally try to settle down? I've always told myself that I'm too motivated and selfish to share my life with a special someone. I've predicted that I'll be thirty-nine, single, and enjoying life, and then I'll be forty, single, and miserable. While I'm not yet thirty-nine or forty, I'm slowly starting to get up there, and don't want to be the jaded, bitter single person that I see in others. I need to learn how I can slowly let down the barrier that I've built around myself (both physically, mentally, and emotionally). I have a feeling that once the barrier is down (or at least begins to fall), then everything else will fall into place. I need to quit hiding behind my weight and start taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few other things that I need to discover about myself that, when combined with me letting down my guard, will (hopefully) allow me to live the life that I've been yearning. While I don't know what exactly it is I want, I'm hoping that I'll know it when I see it (or perhaps feel it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-7187904051837867472?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/7187904051837867472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=7187904051837867472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7187904051837867472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/7187904051837867472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/pondering-life.html' title='Pondering life'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-2966274236906649356</id><published>2006-08-24T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:04:55.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open mouth, insert finger</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to send a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_SHOUT OUT_&lt;/span&gt; to The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lizard&lt;/span&gt; for seductively sucking the chocolate off of my finger tonight during dinner at The Melting Pot. It was pretty hot and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it was as good for you as it was for me. If anything, we sure did put on a show for those people around us. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-2966274236906649356?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/2966274236906649356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=2966274236906649356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/2966274236906649356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/2966274236906649356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/open-mouth-insert-finger.html' title='Open mouth, insert finger'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-194113957950749512</id><published>2006-08-24T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:05:48.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closeted BB freak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother7/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/bb_all-stars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi!  My name is James and I am a BB7 addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that I got that off my chest, I feel SO much better. Should I feel ashamed for being such a closeted fan?  I don't think so, but a few of my friends who do know this about me think that I'm crazy and out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has overcome me these last six weeks.  I cannot stop reading about what is going on in the Big Brother house.  I have become addicted. Don't get me wrong: I'm not as addicted as I was last year (I was watching the live Internet feeds during every waking moment) when it consumed my entire summer. This year, with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.mortystv.com/big_brother.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;MortysTV&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://forums.jokersupdates.com/ubbthreads/quickview/bbupdates.php?" target="_blank"&gt;Joker's Updates&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile_videos?user=smirnoff35" target="_blank"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; I'm able to read about about all the goings on and watch the juicy clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think about all the goings on currently?  Well, I'm glad you asked! I've been rooting for my girl Janey from day one (I absolutely LOVED her last year and love her even more this year, though she has definitely toned her comments down). I am absolutely pissed at James for being so back-stabbing and conniving as he has been (and so damn two-faced!) towards everybody in the SOV alliance. I'm really hoping that he is going home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/tue05.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;As for Janey's showmance with Will, I hope that she isn't really falling for him and is instead playing him to get ahead in the game. Will is absolutely brilliant with his game play.  I think he has every move calculated (well, perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that he had every move calculated until Janelle came along). I hope that Janey's feelings for him are strictly to help her along in the game. She is too good of a player to go down in Big Brother history as trusting Will and her love for him only to get stabbed in the back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody puts baby in the corner!&lt;/span&gt;  HA!  No, seriously, Janelle was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*SO*&lt;/span&gt; lucky to win the POV, otherwise I think she would have going home this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for September 12th to come around so we can learn who takes home the $500k and the title of Big Brother All-Stars winner, and not to mention that I'll also get my life back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-194113957950749512?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/194113957950749512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=194113957950749512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/194113957950749512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/194113957950749512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/help.html' title='Closeted BB freak!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-3996565513547563013</id><published>2006-08-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:47:17.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical difficulties</title><content type='html'>WTF is up with blogger today?  And WTF did my shit go!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-3996565513547563013?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/3996565513547563013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=3996565513547563013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/3996565513547563013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/3996565513547563013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/technical-difficulties.html' title='Technical difficulties'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-5898377495498569465</id><published>2006-08-21T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:33:35.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 32 days and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/cabo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Mexico, here I come!  Well, almost. I am counting down the days until I am greeted with warm temperatures and drinks by the pool.  Who knows?  This year I may actually _read_ a few books instead of just listening to them on my iPod.  Oh, who am I kidding?  I'm too lazy to turn the pages.  Besides, I need to make sure my eye-lids get some sun, too, right?  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of going into town one day for some shopping and ATV riding, I'm hoping the rest of the trip will be one of rest, relaxation, and a constant margarita buzz.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll have a bartender's margarita; hold the salt, please!&lt;/span&gt; I can already taste them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should my mom get to be too much to handle, I'll probably come back and need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; vacation to recoup from the one from which I just returned.  Oy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-5898377495498569465?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/5898377495498569465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=5898377495498569465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/5898377495498569465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/5898377495498569465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/t-minus-32-days-and-counting.html' title='T minus 32 days and counting'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-3651518692632925372</id><published>2006-08-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:12:34.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New colors and layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/tictac_blue.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Hey, bitches!  I've been playing with the new Blogger and some of their new page layouts and came upon this one.  I know it's not as bold of a statement as my old black background, but I think this livens things up.  Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-3651518692632925372?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/3651518692632925372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=3651518692632925372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/3651518692632925372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/3651518692632925372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-colors-and-layout.html' title='New colors and layout'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-939573476942636080</id><published>2006-08-19T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:53:22.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, it wasn't _THAT_ bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/corks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;I have to admit that the wine party tonight wasn't as bad as I was expecting.  It was miraculous how well Rachel and Brandon behaved.  I was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*SO*&lt;/span&gt; bitter leading up to the party that I was in a really sour mood when I arrived.  It took a little while for me to open up, and after an hour or so I started to feel bad for being such a dick.  I was sitting across the table from Rachel and kept looking at her and thinking to myself: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Why can't you just let her know that you have a problem with her?  Why are you plotting things behind her back?  You're such a fucking pussy.  You need to either be straight up honest with her or drop your baggage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few instances which her and Brandon had their little tiffs, so I was happy.  I actually found myself contemplating on whether or not I should have the Col Solare vertical down there anyway and perhaps include both of them (even though Brandon doesn't drink wine, Kelly and Johan had set him up with three different Alaskan Ambers for him to drink while the rest of us enjoyed our pinot noirs--which I thought was a GREAT idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what I decide; I'm still on the fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-939573476942636080?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/939573476942636080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=939573476942636080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/939573476942636080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/939573476942636080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-okay-it-wasnt-that-bad.html' title='Okay, okay, it wasn&apos;t _THAT_ bad'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-311882769610975454</id><published>2006-08-17T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:36:33.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porcella Urban Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.porcellaurbanmarket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4755/3884/320/porcella.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I joined several friends for a wine dinner at a new place in Bellevue.  Porcella Urban Market is a restaurant/market that focuses on European cuisines and wines.  There were only ten people in attendance for the dinner.  Some unfortunate couple got stuck at the big table with us.  I think they had a good time, though, as we did everything we could to involve them in our group.  The food was fresh and delicious.  We had an amuse buche that included duck confit on a baguette; melon wrapped prosciutto (YUM!); roasted pork tenderloin with some fresh figs; olive oil infused salmon with a reduced parsley sauce and fig; and for dessert we had a bread and butter pudding with fresh raspberries.  Very delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had a post-funct in Clyde Hill.  It was really nice to share great food, wine, and conversation with some great people.  Hopefully this is something that we may do again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in Bellevue (near old Main Street) and are hungry or are looking for something different to make at home, stop by &lt;a href="http://www.porcellaurbanmarket.com" target="_blank"&gt;Porcella Urban Market&lt;/a&gt;.  Don't be surprised if Kelly (the very friendly and skilled owner) is the one that is helping you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-311882769610975454?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/311882769610975454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=311882769610975454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/311882769610975454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/311882769610975454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/porcella-urban-market.html' title='Porcella Urban Market'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-8910810312999973715</id><published>2006-08-15T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:29:53.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity party of one</title><content type='html'>Your fucking table is ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-8910810312999973715?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/8910810312999973715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=8910810312999973715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/8910810312999973715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/8910810312999973715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/pity-party-of-one.html' title='Pity party of one'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115535770550077074</id><published>2006-08-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:52:27.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince Vaughn is one funny bitch</title><content type='html'>I'm finally just now getting around to seeing Wedding Crashers.  I can definitely see what all the hoopla was about--it's an absolutely funny movie.  Vince Vaughn makes the movie.  He is such a great improvisational actor, and his timing is perfect.  The following is from two excerpts in the movie that I don't think I can ever forget! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;line-height:20px;"&gt;Ahh... Janice, I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there you're wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested, I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested, but I'm not that interested, but I think she might be interested, but do I want to be interested, but now she's not interested, so now all of a sudden I'm getting... I'm started to get interested. And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door 'cause then it's awkward? It's like, well, goodnight. Do you do like the ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug eachother like this and the ass sticks out because you're trying not to get too close or just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don't kiss them at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while your just really want to know are we going to get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions. And perhaps play a little game called just the tip, just for a second, just to see how it feels or ouch ouch you're on my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; And &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;line-height:20px;"&gt;She's good. I mean, I believed that she was a virgin. It hurts to be lied to like that. It's a horrible feeling to feel that way. But I, you know, was looking to take advantage of something too. So could I really feel that bad? It's not like I was who I was. You know what I'm saying? So, fair play. And let's be honest with each other here, okay? Let's put all the cards on the table. She's fit for a straitjacket. This broad's fucked three ways toward the weekend. And you wanna know what? I dig it! It turns me on! Yeah! It turns me on! Because you wanna know what the kicker is, Father? Maybe I'm a little fucking crazy! That's right! Maybe Jeremy's a little nuts. Maybe there's something about me that I'm a little cuckoo. I know it's a surprise. I know it's not on the surface. I mean, I had an imaginary friend when I was a kid and his name was Shiloh. We used to play checkers with each other every day and bless his heart, Shiloh'd always let me win! And that ain't normal. There's something odd in that but maybe that's what it takes to make you feel like you're connected with somebody. I don't know! But I know when that redhead starts getting kooky that something about me feels alive inside! I'm diggin' talkin' with ya. You're a really enlightened cat and I like that about ya. I think you're a special special man. Okay, come in for the real thing. Get in here for the real thing.  You're a sweet man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115535770550077074?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115535770550077074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115535770550077074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115535770550077074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115535770550077074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/vince-vaughn-is-one-funny-bitch.html' title='Vince Vaughn is one funny bitch'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115532627254387115</id><published>2006-08-11T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:59:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVES her</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3494/635/400/janelle.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's live HOH competition showed Erika winning the HOH.  During the competition, it looked like there were some technical difficulties: Howie was eliminated as he supposedly didn't buzz in, when in all actuality, he did and we saw him, as was the case with Boogie, who wasn't called out for it.  I think Howie did some complaining and they re-did the HOH competition, and, guess who won?  JANELLE!  She's my girl and I was sad to see that Erika won the HOH (we all know that she's gunning for Janey), so it's nice that the tables are now turned.  Hopefully the coup d'etat that somebody wins won't mess up her nominations--OR allow them to put the HOH on the block instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my Buxom Blonde makes it to the end!  Go Janey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115532627254387115?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115532627254387115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115532627254387115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115532627254387115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115532627254387115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/loves-her.html' title='LOVES her'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115527264347535725</id><published>2006-08-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:15:16.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT. THE. FUCK.</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*SO*&lt;/span&gt; pissed right now that I could just spit.  Why is it that I am unable to make my own decisions without having to justify them to everybody or feel like I'm being an asshole?  I am so SICK and TIRED of people expecting me to explain myself whenever I make a decision with which they may not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point: Kelly and I had planned on having a Col Solare (wine) vertical tasting.  Beings as the Col Solare retails for $70/bottle and we were planning on tasting years 1995 through 2003, we agreed that we would invite those who would be able to enjoy such a wine (for those who may not have a great appreciation for fine wine wouldn't be able to distinguish between a $10 bottle of wine versus a $100, etc).  Since I was going to provide the wine, Kelly agreed to provide the venue and the food.  We set a date and as we were confirming the times, Kelly threw me a curveball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a little history before I continue my rant.  Some of you may have heard about my camping trip a month or so ago.  Patrick was coming back to Seattle from Arizona and wanted to go camping.  He was pretty specific in that he didn't want another friend from PLU--Rachel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(not to be confused with the Rachel that reads this blog and comments, she's much cooler)&lt;/span&gt;--to join us on our camping trip and requested that each of us not mention it to her.  She's dating this guy named Brandon (who, to give full credit, is a nice guy) and she has him _so_ whipped.  We've all grown tired of listening to the two of them together when doing functions within our group.  For instance, the first time the two of them came to a wine tasting, Rachel and Brandon were fighting over whether or not Brandon liked red wine.  He kept saying, "No, Rachel, I don't like red wine," while she kept nagging him, "Yes, Brandon, you do.  I KNOW you do."  Uhm, excuse me here, but wouldn't HE know whether or not he liked red wine?  This is just a tip of the iceberg in terms of how annoying they are in public.  Another example of their dysfunctional relationship: whenever they are in public, Brandon doesn't speak to the group, he'll whisper into Rachel's ear his opinion or something to say only for her to put her own spin on things and then say his opinion.  SO annoying.  Needless to say, Rachel found out about the camping trip before it happened and had a cow when she realized her friends (more like Patrick) were plotting behind her back (too bad she still thinks it was Kelly's idea to hide everything when it was really Patrick).  Needless to say, not only did she invite herself camping, but she brought Brandon.  After I calmed down from the idea of spending a weekend with the dysfunctional couple, I thought that this might be a good time to get to know Brandon a little better, and perhaps get him to get out of his shell (wouldn't you think spending 72 continuous hours with somebody would get them to open up, right?  wrong!), but he wouldn't budge.  It was the same old shit.  Perhaps it's me being judgmental, but it just drives me crazy.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I do &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; enjoy myself when I'm around them.  Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got the email from Kelly on Wednesday asking me if I minded if she invited Rachel (and by affiliation, Brandon) to the Col Solare vertical, I didn't have a good feeling.  When Kelly and I had our original discussion about the vertical I specifically mentioned that I wouldn't want to waste the wine on Rachel (who enjoys wine, but doesn't really have an advanced palette).  She told me that Rachel was over  on Tuesday and wanted to do something with Kelly on the 19th and Kelly found herself dancing around the issue and didn't want to continue to hide this behind Rachel's back (and since we're having the party at Kelly's house, I can definitely see her point and understand that she is stuck in the middle).  I asked Kelly to invite Rachel on the 19th and that we'll just make it a regular wine tasting party.  Unfortunately I don't think that Kelly understood my reasons for not wanting to have the Col Solare with Rachel and Brandon in attendance.  The bottom line is that I DO NOT want to part ways with several hundred dollars of wine at a party where I will NOT have any fun.  I don't have ANY problem in bringing a $20 bottle of wine to party where I'm all fake and could really give a shit about what is going on.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AM I BEING COMPLETELY FUCKING UNREASONABLE HERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately I'll eventually have the CS party at my place with the guest list of my choosing.  I'm not directly friends with Rachel (the only time I've ever hung out with Rachel with just the two of us is when Kelly was in France; all of the other times it's been when I've been with Kelly) so I don't really mind not inviting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could just get over my issues with Rachel and Brandon.  Unfortunately everybody else just tolerates their behavior and then talks about it behind their backs (I can only imagine what comments may be said about me behind my back with regard to this latest "episode").  I can't just sit idle and be all fake and shit to their face.  It would be completely different if I have something invested in my friendship with Rachel, but I really don't.  Does this make me a bad friend?  I've always been up front with my friends and speak my mind--if I have a problem with you, I don't have a problem in letting you know, and I would expect that it works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now get down off my fucking soapbox.  UGGGGGGGGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115527264347535725?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115527264347535725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115527264347535725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115527264347535725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115527264347535725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-fuck.html' title='WHAT. THE. FUCK.'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115527311571719420</id><published>2006-08-10T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:18:22.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings on</title><content type='html'>I have today and tomorrow off of work.  I have had a few things on my to-do list that I've been trying to get done for the last few months and haven't got them done, yet.  Unfortunately I wasn't expecting to wake up yesterday with a sore throat, so I've been battling hot/cold flashes with dizziness and lack of concentration.  It only worsened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one item that I had my mind on absolutely needing to acquire was a dresser for my bedroom.  I've been searching high and low for a dresser forever and decided that today was the day that I'd finally purchase one.  I went to three stores this afternoon and the third one was the winner.  I'd been to Dania a few times prior and found a few that I liked, but I must have overlooked the one that I bought today as had I seen it in there before, I would have bought it in a heartbeat.  I'm so excited.  It'll be here on Thursday.  The color is an exact match to my bed, which was a complete surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*SNAP!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115527311571719420?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115527311571719420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115527311571719420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115527311571719420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115527311571719420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/goings-on.html' title='Goings on'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115527706598642146</id><published>2006-08-09T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:17:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it too much to ask?</title><content type='html'>I went down to the new wine bar down from my apartment tonight with a few friends.  We got to talking about expectations.  They both found it odd that I have reasonable expectations for restaurants/bars/stores that I frequent and expect a decent level of customer service.  For example, I have a problem with McCormick &amp; Schmick's at the new Lincoln Square because the put the bathrooms in the corner of the restaurant in the middle of a bunch of tables (anybody up for a quick trip to the bathroom?  try navigating your way through 15 tables of hungry diners bumping into their chairs all while concentrating on how much you don't want to wet yourself).  The topic came up as the wine bar was all out of paper towels in the bathroom.  There was some back-handed comment about wanting to take me camping to show me how to really "rough" it.  Excuse me, but I *DO* go camping and have "roughed" it before.  Is it too much to ask that there be paper towels stocked in the bathroom so that you can dry your hands before going back to your table?  I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got us going on another topic of quality customer service and how it's going downhill.  I'm of the mindset that if you go somewhere and are paying good money for food/drink/service, then you should get quality service.  Am I the only one that expects this?  Would you continue to go to a restaurant where you knew they had lousy service and/or horrible food?  No.  Perhaps I'm the only one that's being vocal about it.  Oh, well, bitches!  At least I'm the one that leaves a 20+% tip when I experience good service (I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*LOATHE*&lt;/span&gt; my friends that calculate to the penny a 15% tip when we get stellar service, and often times end up leaving more money on the table to compensate for their inadequate tip).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also critiqued for employing a personal shopper at Nordstrom as well as someone to clean my apartment.  I finally had to just tune the both of them out and concentrate on enjoying my glass of wine.  I really think that was I thought was just allergies is turning into a cold.  I'm more irritable now that I normally am.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115527706598642146?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115527706598642146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115527706598642146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115527706598642146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115527706598642146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-it-too-much-to-ask.html' title='Is it too much to ask?'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115507667349882111</id><published>2006-08-08T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:39:39.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Lizard</title><content type='html'>Have I told you about my friend Lizard?  She &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;used to&lt;/span&gt; be my drinking buddy and partner in crime until she got preggers on my ass (and, for those inquiring minds that want to know: she swears she saw a "taco" on her last ultrasound, so she's pretty sure she's having a baby girl, currently nick-named &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fetus&lt;/span&gt;.  FYI.)  For the record she's the one with whom I got shit-faced at Trader Vic's--not once but twice.  Perhaps my body can enjoy the respite until she finally pops.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;T minus six months and counting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a _SHOUT OUT_ to her.  Oh, and thank you for waiting for me at the Kelly Clarkson concert while I was backstage meeting her.  Maybe next time you play Brain Age or Sudoku on the DS you'll find the stylus tucked away in the back?  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*HOLLA!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115507667349882111?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115507667349882111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115507667349882111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115507667349882111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115507667349882111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-friend-lizard.html' title='My friend Lizard'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115501409425838521</id><published>2006-08-07T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:16:47.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Rachel, where is your blog?</title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting.  Hopefully I can light a fire under your ass with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115501409425838521?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115501409425838521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115501409425838521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501409425838521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501409425838521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-rachel-where-is-your-blog.html' title='Ok, Rachel, where is your blog?'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115501548091966402</id><published>2006-08-07T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:45:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool beans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/449/1600/86495343-M.0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/449/400/86495343-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kelly Clarkson concert was AWESOME!  If you enjoy listing to Kelly on the radio or watching her sing on TV, you would love the concert.  We had second row seats and couldn't have had a better location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney opened up for her (they were really good!)  We weren't sure what to expect since nobody had ever heard of them.  Since it was their last concert of a two-year trek, everybody was playing practical jokes on everybody else.  During Rooney's opening act, Kelly's band kept coming out and playing with Rooney (taking up-close photographs while they were performing, turning the drummer's platform around, throwing water balloons, etc.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the twenty minute intermission it was time for Kelly to start her act.  Her voice is SO powerful--I almost forgot hot much girlfriend could since.  Just when she was getting comfortable and doing her thang on-stage out came Rooney with their jokes.  There was a time when Kelly was singing on stage and the next thing we know we see a guy in a gorilla suit coming up behind her.  It really freaked her out--enough so that she stopped singing to catch her breath.  It was great to see them having a fun time on the stage; we had fun watching them have fun on stage.  She sang three or four songs that will be on her upcoming record set to come out next year (if the rest of the songs are as good as the ones that she sang she is going to have another platinum album when it releases!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert I was able to go backstage and meet her.  Each of the fan club members was given few minutes with her and that time went by quickly!  I don't really remember what we talked about other than her favorite expression "cool beans" and the like.  She is a very petite person.  I felt like I was going to snap her in half when I gave her a hug.  Photos from backstage will forthcoming in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view the concert photos &lt;a href="http://www.smugmug.com/gallery/1747728" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115501548091966402?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115501548091966402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115501548091966402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501548091966402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501548091966402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/cool-beans.html' title='Cool beans!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115501593963240070</id><published>2006-08-05T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:45:39.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating the river</title><content type='html'>Rachel strong-armed me into canceling my haircut and other erroneous things today to go float the river with her in Leavenworth.  While I was a little hesitant at first to go (almost had a bad experience tubing when I was a kid), I had a great time.  If you're interested in floating the Wenatchee river in Leavenworth, give &lt;a href="http://www.riverriders.com/" target="_blank"&gt;River Riders&lt;/a&gt; a call.  They're cheap and have floating the river down to a science.  They also have something for everybody.  Whether you're looking for class II/III or IV/V rivers, they have everything you'd ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115501593963240070?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115501593963240070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115501593963240070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501593963240070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501593963240070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/floating-river.html' title='Floating the river'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115449297014902930</id><published>2006-08-01T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:27:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss or get off the pot!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of waiting for people to follow through with their promises (or should I call them &lt;i&gt;empty&lt;/i&gt; promises?)  How many times must you remind somebody of something that they've said they'd do only to get a million excuses as to why they haven't?  When is enough, enough?  We'll see.  Perhaps when I quit bringing up the subject might they get a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I just realized today that I'm going to see Kelly Clarkson this Sunday at the White River Amphitheater.  It should be a good concert.  Since the tickets are coming from her fan club, I won't know where we're sitting until we get there.  There's also a great chance that I'll be able to meet her backstage with her meet-n-greet--I should know more later this week if that is the case!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; I received my confirmation email saying that I'll be meeting Kelly backstage after the show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115449297014902930?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115449297014902930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115449297014902930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115449297014902930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115449297014902930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/08/piss-or-get-off-pot.html' title='Piss or get off the pot!'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115501398252804156</id><published>2006-07-30T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:13:02.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anastasia Beaverhousen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/449/1600/IMG_1552.6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/449/200/IMG_1552.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and I went to Bellevue Square today to do some shopping.  While we were eating lunch at the Nordstrom Cafe I (jokingly) threw out idea of going to Build-A-Bear to make a bear for my little cousin Jalyssa.  Not knowing if I was kidding or being half-serious she agreed to go as she has a little cousin, too, for whom she could build a bear.  While it would have been a lot more fun to build our bears with a few drinks under our belts, we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to name our bears, I didn't even have to think twice: Anastasia Beaverhousen.  It was pretty fun watching Jalyssa when my mom brought her over and I gave her the bear.  She was in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115501398252804156?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115501398252804156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115501398252804156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501398252804156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115501398252804156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/07/anastasia-beaverhousen.html' title='Anastasia Beaverhousen'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115449337601572109</id><published>2006-07-29T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:38:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Wears Prada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/449/1600/050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/631/449/200/050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458352/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today.  I have to say that Meryl Streep _REALLY_ makes the movie.  It was unfortunate that we were sitting in the third row, however, that didn't dampen our movie-going experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I was really impressed with the girl who played Emily (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1289434/" target="_blank"&gt;Emily Blunt&lt;/a&gt;).  I think we'll be seeing her around in a few more movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are on the fence as to whether to see the movie or not, I highly recommend it.  I'm going to re-read the book when I get it back from Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115449337601572109?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115449337601572109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115449337601572109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115449337601572109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115449337601572109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/07/devil-wears-prada.html' title='The Devil Wears Prada'/><author><name>James</name><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-31822483.post-115411918399943576</id><published>2006-07-28T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:52:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*HOLLA!* back bitches!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my new blog.  We'll see how much shit I can stir up with this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't despair, I'll have much more to post here shortly.  Just had to claim dibs on this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31822483-115411918399943576?l=liddobit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/feeds/115411918399943576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31822483&amp;postID=115411918399943576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115411918399943576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31822483/posts/default/115411918399943576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liddobit.blogspot.com/2006/07/holla-back-bitches.html' title='*HOLLA!* back bitches!'/><author><name>James</name><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></feed>
