<?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-6557489</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:56:13.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-112858289782959162</id><published>2005-10-06T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:14:57.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i guess i'll go ahead and write in this damn thing again.  I see it's been a while since my last blog, and that was only because I thought there was something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see........................shit.  the summer has been full of shit.  with maybe a few sprinkles of fun.  started out as shit, and has ended as shit........but with some sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all summer I haven't really done a lot.  I celebrated my 21st for 4 long nights and 4 terrible mornings.  I had some stupid shit done to me while I was in the state between drunk and passed out, and now I no longer talk to them.  actually i'm starting to think that the people of that town don't want to keep in contact with me either..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having this problem all summer long..............I have money that isn't being put to use.  so i decided to start playing golf again.  hell, it's something to do and i could spend as much as possible on it.  might even buy my own golf cart..........but i'll have to make sure i'd be allowed to use it first........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since summer has been shit, fall doesn't look any better........hopefully christmas will be nice..................i'm kind of hoping for another 30 inches of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it for a while i think, unless someone actually decideds they want to read this crap..............doubt it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-112858289782959162?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/112858289782959162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/112858289782959162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112858289782959162' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-112006655186356502</id><published>2005-06-29T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:35:51.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i'm not dying......................turns out that if i use a normal blood pressure-reader.....thing......................that my results will show that i have high blood pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out that i need a 'larger than normal' pressure strap, because of my arms.......well great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-112006655186356502?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/112006655186356502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/112006655186356502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112006655186356502' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111945029433438384</id><published>2005-06-22T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T07:24:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's official..............i'm dying..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body has been hurting.................well i've always hurt, either my knees or arms or back....................always have had pains..........but these were totally new. so i went to the doctor last week. they called me and said they want me to come back in this friday.........that's never a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also not a good sign: when you tell the doctor what's been acting but, and they look at you and ask "Is there anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL AIN'T THAT ABOUTA BITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111945029433438384?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111945029433438384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111945029433438384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111945029433438384' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111927554259898811</id><published>2005-06-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:52:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I heard an add oddly enough for AA. I guess Kentucky has really shat in the fan............................&lt;br /&gt;But the add generally said something like "AA, you can trust us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AA is nothing but lies................... AA stands for Alcoholics Anonymous right? Well what do they have you do when you first go..............................? Stand up and say your name. WHAT!?!?!? SAY YOUR NAME???? IT'S ANONYMOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO NAMES WHEN ANONYMOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to say your name, why not give you a color like in "Reservoir Dogs" Hello, I'm Mr. Aqua or I'm Mr. Canary Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooh eggshell Mr. Eggshell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111927554259898811?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111927554259898811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111927554259898811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111927554259898811' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111841912335135895</id><published>2005-06-10T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:58:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess it's judy garland day on the turner classic channel...........meet me in st. louis, the harvey girl, easter parade, in the good old summertime, and summer stock......................................................................this is the first celebrity day on that channel that i've seen so far....................................................hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111841912335135895?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111841912335135895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111841912335135895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111841912335135895' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111798758394438374</id><published>2005-06-05T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T09:06:23.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well it's official, i do have plans for my birthday after all.....................holiday world here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111798758394438374?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111798758394438374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111798758394438374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111798758394438374' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111763643873293472</id><published>2005-06-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:35:28.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well.....................maybe not up it's stupid ass, but blogging has become pointless for me............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have comments or info worthy of blogging and whatever I have to say that might be considered as "good reading"......I'd rather not share with anyone other than myself.....so it'll be a rare occurrence to see many new posts from here.............&lt;br /&gt;(well maybe just song lyrics if I really get bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............yeah, that's about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111763643873293472?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111763643873293472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111763643873293472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111763643873293472' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111735125925234362</id><published>2005-05-29T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T00:20:59.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FUCK BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;......................&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FUCK IT UP IT'S STUPID ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111735125925234362?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111735125925234362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111735125925234362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111735125925234362' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111685273890432620</id><published>2005-05-23T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:52:19.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, something new happened this weekend............we've got more channels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 channels now plus 78 sirius radio channels..........sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a channel page that shows what you get with which package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now have:&lt;br /&gt;     Every channel that begins with A&lt;br /&gt;     4 B channels&lt;br /&gt;     10 C channels&lt;br /&gt;     4 D channels&lt;br /&gt;     6 E channels&lt;br /&gt;     4 F channels&lt;br /&gt;     2 G channels&lt;br /&gt;     5 H channels&lt;br /&gt;     all I channels&lt;br /&gt;     all L channels&lt;br /&gt;     4 M channels&lt;br /&gt;     5 N channels&lt;br /&gt;     1 P channel&lt;br /&gt;     1 Q channel&lt;br /&gt;     7 S channel&lt;br /&gt;     all 11 T channels&lt;br /&gt;     all U channels&lt;br /&gt;     1 V channel&lt;br /&gt;     and 3 W channels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know that doesn't really say anything, but you can guess which ones are which&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111685273890432620?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111685273890432620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111685273890432620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111685273890432620' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111546535531783432</id><published>2005-05-07T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T04:29:15.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, I think ABC is getting a little Muppet happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a commercial for MUPPETS WIZARD OF OZ............................yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I only saw one human in the commercial.......hopefully there will be more in the actual movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111546535531783432?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111546535531783432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111546535531783432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111546535531783432' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111539541544725737</id><published>2005-05-06T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T04:31:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a claim to fame at work.......I don't think I've told many people, but I was reminded about the event by someone last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, maybe a week or so ago..........I broke a hammer. By broke, I don't mean hit it on something, and it breaks.......... I was using it to pry open a lever at work, and the handle shattered. I took the hammer head home, and some of the fiberglass shreds are still on it.........I think I might display it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I had like 10,000 dollars and my own private jet I would see Star Wars: Episode 3 early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw on StarWars.Com that there are 500 dollar tickets to see Star Wars a week early. There's like 5 cities that are showing it. LA, San Fransico, New York, Las Vegas, and Miami. All of the movies are being shown in one day, but at different times, and there are optional tickets...1000 dollars. You can see the movie and also go to either a post party or after party with Celebrities. Different cities have different people of coarse. I think San Fransico had George Lucas and Hayden Christensen (Anakin Skywalker) and New York had Carrie Fisher............plus others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara asked me to make a Star Wars Family Tree, so she would know who was who when in the theatre..................well visit&lt;a href="http://movies.go.com/moviesdynamic/movies/movie?id=507751#"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; (at top of page, under special features)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wELL, i THINK THAT'S ABOUT IT.........................................out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111539541544725737?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111539541544725737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111539541544725737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539541544725737' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111376788829951197</id><published>2005-04-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:58:08.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy crap!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home and what did i find.....................a YODA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a talking YODA!!!  He's a 3 month early birthday present.................because they knew i'd buy it for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLZZZZZ YA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111376788829951197?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111376788829951197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111376788829951197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111376788829951197' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111348239416803529</id><published>2005-04-14T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T05:41:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so me and few bored guys at work have been coming up with some sayings............mostly stupid, but also funny.................and some kind of true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;4 OUT OF FIVE DOCTORS RECOMMEND ANOTHER DOCTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I HOPE LIFE ISN'T A JOKE.............BECAUSE I'M NOT GETTING IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WHEREVER YOU GO.........YOU'LL BE THERE................UNTIL YOU LEAVE..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok, there were just a few of them.............g'day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111348239416803529?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111348239416803529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111348239416803529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348239416803529' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111315833368310079</id><published>2005-04-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T11:38:53.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching "You've Got Mail"  for the first time..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....considering how old I was when it first came out, I figured I wouldn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty good.........I'm actually laughing at it........ahhhhhhhh maturity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111315833368310079?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111315833368310079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111315833368310079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111315833368310079' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111287628225800255</id><published>2005-04-07T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T05:18:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I've been feeling pretty stupid tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that homestarrunner is not a paysite, it was an Apri Fools.......I was informed about this last night.......................and yep,  I feel like an idiot..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................I think I'll go read a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111287628225800255?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111287628225800255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111287628225800255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111287628225800255' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111279194732601877</id><published>2005-04-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T05:52:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm both a happy monkey, and a grump grizzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the monkey................&lt;br /&gt;I found out that even though Homestarrunner.com is now a paysite, I can still access everything on the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAnd....... I just bought a book!!!  STAR WARS: Revenge of the Sith!!!  That's right, the book for Episode 3 is out.  And they have a new line of STAR WARS books that came out at the same time.  I think I'll wait a while for any of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the grizzly............&lt;br /&gt;Stevie, yes Stevie...............my Black Molla is dead.  I woke up last night and found her laying on the bottom of the aquarium........................it is a sad sad time for the aquarium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111279194732601877?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111279194732601877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111279194732601877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279194732601877' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111271195073814488</id><published>2005-04-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:39:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, sometimes it doesn't work, but if you copy it, then enter it into the address menu and add the www, it should&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111271195073814488?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111271195073814488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111271195073814488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111271195073814488' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111271180021669950</id><published>2005-04-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:36:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH I'm sad, sad, sad sad sad sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sad is me........................me is sad   ......................sad dasssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Homestarrunner.com has now become a paysite..................what the hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they are making people pay to go to that site, but my link still works amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you ever feel like seeing an e-mail or two when you need a good laugh, it should still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think I can go to the store either.  I was actually going to get a few things.     damn!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111271180021669950?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111271180021669950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111271180021669950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111271180021669950' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111236045107030919</id><published>2005-04-01T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:00:51.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess where I'm blogging from....................................................MY LIVING ROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH!!!! That's right, my living room, for those of you that have been to my house know I have this little area in the back, next to my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the wireless connection running, and I finally got my computer surfing the web.....sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111236045107030919?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111236045107030919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111236045107030919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111236045107030919' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111209958034375601</id><published>2005-03-29T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T04:33:00.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i just watched a new Strong Bad Email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never seen one, and want a good laugh......I strongly advise you to watch a couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest email is probably the funniest one I've seen so far this year....LONG PANTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(maybe it's just because I saw it early in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111209958034375601?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111209958034375601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111209958034375601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111209958034375601' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111140919082435887</id><published>2005-03-21T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T04:46:30.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it looks like blogger decided to publish my last post after all.................................................................... .................twice..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I've got some happy fishies.&lt;br /&gt;STILL don't have them all named though............... one's named Stevie, because my girlfriend said it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie's black..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they are all boys, I'm hoping they are all boys&lt;br /&gt;the big red/orange one is always chasing the cookie dough colored one when it's feeding time.......... maybe he just wants to get rid of him while he eats....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the biggest one isn't named, he's orange/red. basically a big fat goldfish. if anyone has some good names..........I'm all ears, or eyes.......................whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one, the cookie dough one, has a name..............I think it's dumb and I gave it to him only because it came to me first. his name is just letters....&lt;br /&gt;H.C.D. but I'd call him CD. short for Halloween Cookie Dough..................yeah it's dumb, so it you have anything for him..............I'll be reading........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111140919082435887?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111140919082435887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111140919082435887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111140919082435887' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111115343275830449</id><published>2005-03-18T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:43:52.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well look who's blogging again....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been online enough to feel like writing.  I was tired every day last week for some odd reason.  And this week, I've been trying to get our home network running..........................it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about computers is that they can't compromize.........."well, you don't have all the files I need, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I'll go ahead and let you connect.......however you might be a few mhz slower".......... god that'd be awesome!!!  or maybe you don't have the right player, but it'll go ahead and use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been royally pissed at this computer for the past week......ROYALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will connect just fine when using the DSL modem, but when I try to add the network router, it can't complete a connection, says something is not set in the computer, so I set the computer, again and again, and again.  I even called Dell and they walked my through it...................damn stubborn emachine.  I bet -e- stands for "SHIT" in some other language.  "SHIT MACHINES" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOH almost forgot, I was shopping around for an aquarium in Evansville last weekend.  I found a few I liked.  About 50 to 60 bucks for a 8 gallon tank...................well, in good old clarksville, I went to the fish store and found a 10!!!!  10 gallon tank for 38.99 +tax  so now i have an aquarium, however i'm still not for sure what decorations i'll put into it, maybe a forest/old tree look, i saw a holie stump and I thought that was cool, maybe something like that with some brown rock, and one layer of green!!!! yeah!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it in my living room yesturday, underneath the tv.....that didn't work, too distracted.  so now it's in my bedroom, across my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would use spellcheck and capitalize more........................but i don't care right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111115343275830449?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111115343275830449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111115343275830449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115343275830449' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-111115333489013066</id><published>2005-03-18T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:42:14.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well look who's blogging again....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been online enough to feel like writing.  I was tired every day last week for some odd reason.  And this week, I've been trying to get our home network running..........................it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about computers is that they can't compromize.........."well, you don't have all the files I need, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I'll go ahead and let you connect.......however you might be a few mhz slower".......... god that'd be awesome!!!  or maybe you don't have the right player, but it'll go ahead and use it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been royally pissed at this computer for the past week......ROYALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will connect just fine when using the DSL modem, but when I try to add the network router, it can't complete a connection, says something is not set in the computer, so I set the computer, again and again, and again.  I even called Dell and they walked my through it...................damn stubborn emachine.  I bet -e- stands for "SHIT" in some other language.  "SHIT MACHINES" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOH almost forgot, I was shopping around for an aquarium in Evansville last weekend.  I found a few I liked.  About 50 to 60 bucks for a 8 gallon tank...................well, in good old clarksville, I went to the fish store and found a 10!!!!  10 gallon tank for 38.99 +tax  so now i have an aquarium, however i'm still not for sure what decorations i'll put into it, maybe a forest/old tree look, i saw a holie stump and I thought that was cool, maybe something like that with some brown rock, and one layer of green!!!! yeah!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it in my living room yesturday, underneath the tv.....that didn't work, too distracted.  so now it's in my bedroom, across my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would use spellcheck and capitalize more........................but i don't care right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-111115333489013066?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111115333489013066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/111115333489013066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115333489013066' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110968116516671354</id><published>2005-03-01T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T04:46:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What did you do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.bought 3 fish and gravel......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(one's gay and the other two are girls, so no babies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.sewed a purse back together.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now Bette has all her limbs in tack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.tried not to curse in front of someone that's dating god.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you've gotta date a man, date &lt;strong&gt;THE MAN&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.bought an ACDC shirt..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(rock on!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.squeezed into that ACDC shirt.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it said XL but that was no XL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.bought a memory card, batteries, and sewing thread.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(not exactly your typical combination of items)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...........went home and got sick............&lt;/span&gt;must be something in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Word of the Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's word is an animal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IBEX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;. a wild goat that lives in the mountains of Europe, Asia, and Africa. The male has large horns that curve backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of an Ibex before.......................................so it's basically a goat...&lt;br /&gt;........yeah, nothing special, just a goat.&lt;br /&gt;......................................................why isn't it just called goat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried to make this post funny. it was close i think, but it didn't jump over the hurdle............................................................................................................well shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110968116516671354?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110968116516671354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110968116516671354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110968116516671354' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110924984164908346</id><published>2005-02-24T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:57:21.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent almost an hour looking for things to buy..................but all things I wouldn't be caught dead with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's word of the day has two meanings.................ooooooooooooooooooooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Quack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; n&lt;/em&gt;.  the sound a duck makes.   v.  to make this sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                          or..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Quack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; n&lt;/em&gt;.  a person without proper training or skill who pretends to be a doctor.  any person who falsely pretends to have knowledge or skill: charlatan. &lt;em&gt;adj&lt;/em&gt;. that is or has to do with a quack: false: pretended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could think of lots of sentences for that one, I'm pretty sure everyone knows someone, or thing to call a quack!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110924984164908346?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110924984164908346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110924984164908346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110924984164908346' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110873020873953235</id><published>2005-02-18T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T04:36:48.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The word of the Day is.........................................&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CONK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; v. to hit on the head: &lt;em&gt;a slang word&lt;/em&gt;. -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;conk out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to stop working, to become very tired and fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could think of a few example sentences for that one.................................... most of them not clean though. You think of one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We're coming to you LIVE to give you this important ground-breaking news....................................AISIN'S &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(where I work)&lt;/span&gt; is now trapped in the dominating grasp of the Japanese and Mexicans.........................................courage Americans, courage. For further updates on this hostile takeover, stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110873020873953235?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110873020873953235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110873020873953235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873020873953235' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110796440823867211</id><published>2005-02-09T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:53:28.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quinine: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a bitter substance taken from cinchona bark and used in treating malaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My God!!! that'll be useful if I every get MALARIA!!! I need a cinchona tree....that's sounds cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;..........................c-i-n-c-h-o-n-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;stay tuned for tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110796440823867211?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110796440823867211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110796440823867211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796440823867211' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110787936278446887</id><published>2005-02-08T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T08:24:06.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those weird and kookie sayings you're Grandparents always say? I remember my Grandma using the phrase.......&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;penny-wise&lt;/span&gt;. I never knew what it meant, but I did remember she would call people that when they weren't around.......so I thought it was something nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that intro brings us to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(trumpets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The Word Of The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;trumpets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PENNY-WISE&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;adj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thrifty in small matters. -&lt;strong&gt;penny-wise and pound-foolish,&lt;/strong&gt; thrifty in small matters but wasteful in greater ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I can't think of a good sentence for that one..............can anyone come up with a clever one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110787936278446887?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110787936278446887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110787936278446887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110787936278446887' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110779745935196545</id><published>2005-02-07T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:30:59.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I just posted but oh hell...........package #1 just came in .......whooooooo hooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Christmas, but.................................noooooooooooooooooooot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110779745935196545?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110779745935196545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110779745935196545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779745935196545' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110779532100230878</id><published>2005-02-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:01:32.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever get a feeling in your stomach like something bad has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................maybe it's something I ate........damn 2 a.m. meals. They always toy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this past week has gone by slowly at work..........maybe it's because I volunteered to work all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;By kissing ass and working all week, I hope to get this weekend off of work.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a good possibility.&lt;br /&gt;I need the entire weekend off so my beautiful Valentine and I can have dinner on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Since last night was Super Bowl night, 4 people were not at work. That only left 5 of us................and we still ran every press. So if there are any problems, I'll just reminded them that we got through an entire day with half our crew..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I mentioned to Cara a few days ago..................something everyone might enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bathroom at work last week, and two Mexicans came in. Now some of you might not be familiar with this, but guys have an unwritten rule. If you're engaged in a conversation before you enter the bathroom, you may continue it until finished. However if you enter the bathroom alone or quiet, do not....DO NOT try to start talking to anyone in the bathroom. Even if you know them........don't do it.......wait until you've finished your business and chat with your buddy outside.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....I think the Mexicans did not receive that memo. The two of them started talking and talking and talking.&lt;br /&gt;Some women may think that's not so bad, but there are a lot of things that just add up into one nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;1. We can see each other. Some women don't know that we can see another guy peeing, there's no walls.&lt;br /&gt;2. They were speaking Spanish..............and I know those two can speak english. I know the two of them, not well but I've heard them both speak English. And that kind of situation in a bathroom is awkward, because they could be talking about anything.........anything. Keep in mind that we can see each other pee.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not sure, but I think one of them was making a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those things just add up to an annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;But what was so funny was that I could have sworn that the one making the joke was stuttering. Now just imagine someone speaking Spanish fluently. Now imagine someone speaking that fast and stuttering. It's hilarious. Not saying anything against stutterers.....I'm one myself, but I never thought about a Spanish stutterer.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I almost started laughing. I had to put my hand over my mouth to hold it back. As soon as I got out I just busted out laughing. I think a few people might have seen me, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start something on the blog today. There's WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY, but now there's..............&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.(trumpet sounds) &lt;/span&gt;PERRY'S DICTIONARY!!!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(trumpet sounds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster does everything in alphabetical order....naaaaaaaaaaaa it's all random baby. And if you want to suggest a word for the day......just comment and I'll get back to you in 2 to 3 business days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(trumpets)&lt;/span&gt; The word of the day is............................ZAP &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(trumpets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (zap) v. to move, strike, stun, kill, etc. with speed and force: a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;slang word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Example sentence in it's literary form......."&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;slang&lt;/span&gt;": "If yah come any clos'a to my grits, I'm gonna &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;zap&lt;/span&gt; yo ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for tomorrows word of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110779532100230878?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110779532100230878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110779532100230878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110779532100230878' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110691764260364136</id><published>2005-01-28T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T05:07:22.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's going on????????????????????????????????????????? Is it 2006? It feels like I've been asleep for a year..............................I'm TOTALLY uninformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110691764260364136?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110691764260364136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110691764260364136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110691764260364136' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110674215742230970</id><published>2005-01-26T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T04:22:37.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had forgotten to change "this" color so people to click on it and try it themselves..................try it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110674215742230970?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110674215742230970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110674215742230970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674215742230970' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110658350105117868</id><published>2005-01-24T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T04:23:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was out looking about for photos of celebrities, so I could make backgrounds for computers, and I came across &lt;a href="http://www.celebmatch.com/birthdayform_690_Liza_Minnelli.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I thought what the hell, I'll humor myself..............I have a 70% biorythm compatibility with Liza Minnelli. 60% compatible with Marilyn Monroe..........and they don't have Judy........Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Me and Hugh are intellectually and emotionally tight....99%. We're like brothers................but one of us is Australian and older..........and sings a lot better..................................................................but I'm bigger dammit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Pretender on TV the last few days........................ anyone like Pretender, give me a hell yeah.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110658350105117868?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110658350105117868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110658350105117868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110658350105117868' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110639621539685151</id><published>2005-01-22T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T04:16:55.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like my sister, Laura, and Chris, her man, are back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................at least they're not hogging the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110639621539685151?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110639621539685151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110639621539685151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639621539685151' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110605265541508439</id><published>2005-01-18T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T04:50:55.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Something that makes me laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WATCHING MY CATS, TIGGER AND MICKEY, TRY TO CATCH A LAZER POINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110605265541508439?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110605265541508439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110605265541508439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110605265541508439' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110572161650156200</id><published>2005-01-14T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:56:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well look who's blog'n now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something funny, something really funny but I forgot it. I wish I could remember but SHIT I CAN'T !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the 2 or maybe 3 people that read this, if you don't already know.......I was pulled over by the cops. Yes..............terrible, tragic..........indescribable horrors happened that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.............maybe not indescribable. Ok so it's Tuesday, 2 am. I just started my lunch break and went to the nearest ATM. I got my money, and left like any non-suspicious citizen would. When turning onto the main road, there was a car at least 300 ft away....there was even a traffic light between us. Anyways, I move into the lane not occupied by the car behind me. The car gets on my tail really quickly and follows me during the lane shift. I look back and all I can see are the headlights......I can tell they are Ford lights but wasn't for sure how new. I pass through a traffic light and WWWWWWWWWWWHAMMY!!! He turns his lights on and signal me to pull off. As the officer comes toward my car, I look back and see the 2nd officer get out and lean against the hood of the cruiser.-That's different- (just for your info.....if you see "-" that's what I was think'n) I collected all the papers and crap I thought I needed. The first thing he asks is of coarse "Do you know how fast you were going?" "Um, 46/47?" I replied. "Yeah 46. Do you know the speed limit in this area?" "Um......45?" I replied. "Good, just making sure." -Oooooooooooooook, I know he isn't going to give my a ticket for 1 mile over is he? He must be bored out of his mind-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked. "No, not really"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, what were you doing in that parking lot?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, ATM" I said as I showed him the new 20.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah" "Sir, what are you doing out at this time? Did you get off of work?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, lunch break"&lt;br /&gt;"I see............where do you work?"&lt;br /&gt;"AISIN"&lt;br /&gt;Then he gives me this dumbfounded look. It looked like he had never heard of it. Hell, over half of the people in that city work for or have family that works there. Hell, the police come at least once a week to take someone out of Doorframes for drugs.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, we have had reports of attempted robberies around that area...........will you please unlock your truck"&lt;br /&gt;So I unlock the truck. Oddly enough, I was never asked to get out or to turn off the truck. So I'm sitting in my truck watching the guy look around with his stick. Then I'm pretty sure he looked under my truck too. What the hell would I hide under there. If I robbed a place, do you think I'd take the time to strap something in under the truck?&lt;br /&gt;"Sir I'd like to see your license and registration"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok"&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your truck"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, my names of the registration" -why don't you look at it, I gave it to you for a reason-&lt;br /&gt;"Is this license up to date?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it doesn't expire until July" -it says it right on the card&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"20" -what the fuck does that matter?-&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Sir, just needed to check, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh ok, thank you" -frick'n idiot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the long way home after work this morning. I drove past our hospital, and I saw something on the lawn I never thought to see at a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;A sign that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Accepting New Patients" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hospital................that's kind of what they do all the time isn't it? Sure you have your regulars, but most of the time it's emergencies, or sickness, or maybe even dry skin.........who knows the reason.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone in Scottsburg is well. Maybe they thought that by doing this, people would think it was some kind of deal or be inclined to feel sick because they are Accepting New Patients.&lt;br /&gt;I bet there's someone in town that's thinking "Well, I've gotta get in on that. Accepting New Patients? Damn, they won't be doing that for much longer."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Hun, where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gotta get to the hospital"&lt;br /&gt;"You feeling sick?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, but I've gotta get accepted before they stop letting new people in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered one of the funny things from earlier. Although now that I look at it, it was really just VERY FUNNY at the time...........now it's just HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;I found a ringtone for my phone that has Napoleon Dynamite saying "Tina come get some ham"&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny..............or maybe just humorous..........yeah just humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did spell check, and I think it's funny how it thinks I need to replace FUCK with FUJI......................yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: Damn I want to write a Strong Bad Email!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other side note: If you're new, or if you've never commented before.....please do.&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't write anything and just leave your name, at least I'd know that someone else reads this. Hey, even if you do read this already.........leave a comment.......................I'm not feel'n it from anybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110572161650156200?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110572161650156200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110572161650156200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110572161650156200' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110484270667550705</id><published>2005-01-04T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:45:06.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my girl is finally coming up to Scottsburg again.......oddly enough it's during the middle of the week, but hell I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so work is about the same as always, just not as many things are breaking around us, which is good. And it seems that our Bosses watch is getting even more sporadic with it's accuracy. Instead of taking a 15 min. break like everyone else that works there, he took a 45 min. break. and an hour lunch.&lt;br /&gt;...............I don't get an hour lunch.......................I get 30 minutes. well bah to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;em&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; this past weekend.........&lt;em&gt;..........&lt;/em&gt;ehh. It's good, but not as good as it's been hyped to be. The Phantom was played by the same man who was Dracula in &lt;em&gt;Dracula 2000.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know what his name is, but truthfully I really don't care to. He was a good Phantom, and I believe he did his own singing........it sounded too much like him to be a voice over. Although......when they show his hidden face....................ehh. I figured it was going to be really bad. Almost "loose my lunch" ugly. I mean, Swamp Thing looked worse..............a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a good movie.......I'm not buying it when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LIST!!!.......................A list of movies I'd rather buy, or see again instead of &lt;em&gt;Phantom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Helsing&lt;br /&gt;DeLovely&lt;br /&gt;Aviator&lt;br /&gt;Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;Any Judy movie&lt;br /&gt;Any Liza movie&lt;br /&gt;Any Bette movie&lt;br /&gt;And probably others that I have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one get bent out of shape........I don't consider a single movie on this list bad. This just shows you where it ranks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL ENOUGH FOR TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110484270667550705?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110484270667550705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110484270667550705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484270667550705' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110378604790985192</id><published>2004-12-22T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:14:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just remembered something semi-humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Christmas early this year, due to my parents leaving for Florida today. This year, dad was chosen as the (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trumpet sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GIFT DISPATCHER&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;patcher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; atcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's always amazing to see how different people act during Christmas.........Dad acts like he's 10 and every present's his. Instead of opening or giving out the gifts, he would see who it's for and say "OH!!! I know what this is....isn't this it Honey? I thought that this was it. What is it? I can't remember." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By this time I reply to him by saying "Uh...........It's Christmas, that's why we're here. Now open the present and you'll find out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My dad almost always seems to have a smile on his face.......it's nice to live with, but sometimes can get very annoying. Sometimes I don't feel like smiling and I don't want to be around smilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My parents bought me a computer which is totally kick ass. And it has more specs than I had originally wished for..................I was going to buy my own, but they said it would be a Christmas gift. So no arguments here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stump and I were in the McDonald's drive-thru and upon receiving our meal, the employee/server said "Have a Merry Christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone that actually said Merry Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Truthfully I don't understand why everyone has to be so politically correct all the time. This is a nation of outcasts, and mixed races.........not every race will be satisfied.....so why try. If someone says Merry Christmas.......they're not really saying "Merry Celebration of the Birth of Christ, Son of the One true God." I know it's true, because we are now living in a nation where Christianity is no longer practiced in the families of those in power, and now has been banned from virtually every public or government owned facility. We can thank the political A-holes who thought the 10 Commandments should be removed from schools for that one....................A-holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not a racist man, but I cannot stand to see the race card played. So what if we don't mention the Jews.......you control most of our money....you're rich, so shut up. So what if we don't celebrate the black holidays........you have "special" government funds for everything under the sun, plus MTV shows nothing but hip hop, so shut up. So what if we don't celebrate the other religions, you can't speak English, so stop muttering and smacking your lips together....because I'm tired of trying to understand you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;someone get them a Polaroid, so they can take a picture of what they're trying to say........that'll solve the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, I think I'm done for now.....I'm going to shovel some snow, I can't see two of our cars and my truck is covered to half way up the grill. So lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110378604790985192?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110378604790985192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110378604790985192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378604790985192' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110378050019599056</id><published>2004-12-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T21:41:40.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there................. i updated....................   lots of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110378050019599056?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110378050019599056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110378050019599056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378050019599056' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-110001588937046965</id><published>2004-11-09T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T07:58:09.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yummy yummy garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.....It's been a while since my last post. hmmmmmmm what's been going on.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I saw "Grudge" a few weekends ago. Very scary movie. Had my hand over my mouth the entire time, while making funny/stupid comments on the characters lack in judgment. Let's just say........If I had to choose between a Japanese Haunted House and an American Haunted House, I'd pick the American house. Most scary haunting movies involve a psycho killer in America......In Japan, all scary spirits. At least with a killer I'd have a better chance of out running or beating them in a battle of strength. However, Japanese evil spirits are just mad crazy, and the sounds they make would creep me out enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got the very VERY last of my Christmas gifts in yesterday. It's flip'n awesome. It's one of those gifts you don't have to do anything extra to. No boxes, frames, nothing, it's all good. Yeah buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working more hours lately....completely my choice. In doing so, I hope to have earned enough green to keep my and Rocky alive for the next two weeks. I might even have enough to go down the Evansville........Big maybe!!! If not, then I will most likely be down for at least 2 days during the Thanksgiving break......depending upon others schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Stump and I got to hang with each other once again back in Scottsburg. Ooooooooooooooo what fun (incredible sarcastic) This town blows. The only cool in this town is the new camel motel sign, street names, and the strange fact that we are in one of the smallest counties in Indiana but we have more restaurants and hotels than most neighboring counties. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I guess we are the rondevous for all southern indiana affairs. that'd be kind of a neat story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just occurred to me. I've noticed that in most well populated areas (big towns, small cities, what-nots) that most people, when talking about how far a place is, say the distance in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;EX. "Oh yeah, I know where that's at, it's about 10 minutes from here"&lt;br /&gt;While, if you were to ask someone from the country or small town like this one, they would answer you in miles.&lt;br /&gt;EX. "Oh yeah, I know where that's at, it's about 5 miles from here"&lt;br /&gt;I know what some of you may be thinking. " HEY!!! He used the same sentence for both examples.&lt;br /&gt;My response to them.............So what, gotta problem? Leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a mood for Austin Powers movies. Sadly though, I only have the second one..."The Spy Who Shagged Me" The movie is great, but I've been wanting to see the others for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have been in Middle School when the first one came out. Holy Crappola!!! That's a while back.......back in the day. ahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are still crying about the election. I thought we were supposed to try and unit this divided country.........or whatever the news people said. Well, this isn't a very good start.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have a hard time dealing with the fact that some people are so stubborn. Strangely enough, a lot of them are politicians. I don't understand why people can't calm down, listen to other sides and ideas....Then create the best solution possible by combining all the positive keypoints in everyone's plans.&lt;br /&gt;Hell...........People live happier when they can get along with someone........&lt;br /&gt;.......sooooooooooooooo DAMMIT!!!! HUG EACH OTHER NOW!!!!! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would be my speech for a campaign. Yeah buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that I am done for today, I've still got some stuff to ponder over. Until next time, Same bat time...........Same bat channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. Damn Batman was a good show!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-110001588937046965?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110001588937046965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/110001588937046965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001588937046965' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-109880014914485408</id><published>2004-10-26T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:15:49.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I am not addicted to eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not am not am not am not am not am not am not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting this last item........................I will not use eBay for the rest of the year(gasp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless it's to leave that Canadian bastard that has my jedi robe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BAD FEEDBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahahahahahahahah. I'll have to go &lt;em&gt;"swish, twing, zumm, waaaaaa JEDI!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(joke on Jay and Silent Bob cartoon) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I don't want be Silent Bob on Halloween......I WANT TO BE BAD ASS YODA!!!!! Damn Canadians....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..........I looked at his past feedbacks on eBay, and I found out that he....or she has had 57 feedbacks either bad, or taken back. Well shit...........and he had two bad ones last Halloween and both of them said that the costumes didn't come in until November. AIN'T THAT A BITCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Oh!!! something else I found out about an eBay seller today. The seller I bought Cara's 1st gift from is no longer a member.....I guess they moved or something, which would explain why they sold this particular item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-109880014914485408?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109880014914485408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109880014914485408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109880014914485408' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-109767429952115740</id><published>2004-10-13T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T06:31:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HOLY CRABCAKES!!!! &lt;em&gt;I'M BLOGGING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hello, my name is Matthew Perry.......and I'm an eBay-o-holic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(therapy group: Hi Matt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ok, so I've been Ebay'n it up lately, but I'm done.......I think. For a while at least. I ordered&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;5 items in two days. But the really fun thing is betting on which one will get here first. One was UPS, another FedX, and USPS was used for the remainder. I had 3 things come in just yesterday. You know how UPS and FedX say they have better service. Well, I'm going to go with FedX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;UPS was the first one here, and FedX came literally in less than 10 min. after that. But FedX also have like 3 states more to go through, so I'd say they made good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyways..........I'm finally getting a weekend off. Not one of those shitty-half weekends. A real weekend......a &lt;strong&gt;FULL&lt;/strong&gt; weekend. I'm going to spend most of it with my peps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think I need a new car model, I'm getting bored again at home. I'm playing 'Pharaoh' again, with is cool.........but I can only stand playing a few levels at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So I think I'm the only American with more than half of his Christmas shopping done. Woo Hoo. Now I just have to hold on to it all..............and wait...........and wait.............and wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My Halloween costume hasn't come in yet. Well, my mask has....and it's AWESOME. I might wear it this weekend just for fun. But my robe hasn't come in yet. Good god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, it's official. There are some really sick assholes around here. Earlier this week, police found a boy tied and drown in a creek in Washington County. (15Miles away) What's really shitty about the hole thing is that I know where it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;For a few of you, you may remember me talking about a road that had two unfinished shacks and two ponds about 3 miles from my grandpa's. Well, that's it. I was going to show Stump that place this summer, but never got around to it. And another really shitty thing is that I knew the boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My senior year, I was a tutor for elementary kids. He was best friends with a kid I tutored. So usually I'd help him out with his homework too. Also, he's the nephew to a friend of our families. And also I was supposed to paint his bedroom 2 years ago, but he never could pick something to go on his wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;leave me a comment to cheer me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that's enough for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-109767429952115740?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109767429952115740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109767429952115740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767429952115740' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-109275659648376860</id><published>2004-08-17T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T08:29:56.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm blogging again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this is the first time I've been online since the last blog, wow.....that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on today because I was paranoid. I couldn't remember if I had placed a bid on eBay or not. I couldn't even remember if I had even been on eBay at all in July. I guess it's just become habit. Well, turns out I haven't been on eBay and I don't have a payment due. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.........I finally got a new phone. After nearly 3 months of a broken one, I decided (well truthfully I got a nice bonus) to get a new one. It's little, it's silver, and it can hide behind three of my fingers.....maybe two.&lt;br /&gt;He plays scary music, funny music, and stage music...........I maybe teach him JAZZ!!! And now he is possessed by the horrifingly cute, bobbling Herman Munster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what am I up to this week...............not a lot. The weekdays are basically the same.......work, moooooooovie, pay some bills, eat a ham sandwich then off to bed. I had a new book I was reading but I finished that last week......................so pooh on that. I have spent a lot of time trying to organize our massive and confusing movie collection. Lets just say.....lots of things taped and non of them labeled. And I can't find my Ruthless People. But I'll keep looking. I remember I used to watch that like everyday for a year, then I stopped. I don't really remember a lot about that movie anymore.........just that Bette gets kidnapped by Donald and Daisy Duck. Another movie I used to watch on the same video was Twins. I liked that for some reason, can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything planned for the weekend. I think this might be one of my last weekends to do anything. Next Tuesday is Ozzfest and I might go broke buying out the place. I know that I'm to entertain a cousin of mine during the first weekend of September. And I know that there is a Perry Re-union sometime that month. Grandma is upset, according to mom. Because she hasn't seen me since Christmas. And I was like, "No wait........What about..............." I guess it has been since Christmas....Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-109275659648376860?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109275659648376860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109275659648376860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109275659648376860' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-109179676965304739</id><published>2004-08-06T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T05:52:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; BLOGGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP CHANGING ALL THE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; TIME....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-109179676965304739?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109179676965304739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109179676965304739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179676965304739' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-109163665890151979</id><published>2004-08-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T09:31:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all right!!! I actually feel like blogging, so hold on to your chairs people........................Well truthfully probably only two people even read this damn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT HOLD ON YOU TWO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. If anyone else actually reads this then leave a damn comment. I get them from two people. Comments are a must. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or I'll get all mean and green and show you some kung fu grip!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, blog time.....so I received another gift I bought for Pookie a few weeks ago. I bought something to go with it, and when I took it out...I was like WTF!?!?!?! This isn't an original!!! Then I looked online to the page that had my winnings and it never mentioned if it was an original. Well poo to those mofo's. So I called them up, cussing them out and calling them mofo's and they were like sssSSSSSHHHIITTTTTT!!! This guy will kick our asses, we're sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not really.....I didn't even have their number, nor did I know anyone's name. But that *blank* Depot in California is a mofo factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, my last blog was wrote in a nasty little mood. A funk, yes I think it was a funk. But I seem to be doing a lot better now with the funk, now it's just an *nk* much much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;So what have I been up to since my last true blog. hmmmmmmmm Well, I saw Dodgeball and Anchorman in the same weekend. Truthfully, I liked Anchorman a lot more. I know that there are those Ben Stiller fans that think he is the greatest. Well he is very good, but I liked him better in Anchorman. YES!!! Ben Stiller, plus the comedy trio of Old School are all in the movie. Also, Jack Black is featured in a scene. Even though Ben's part is very small, he's a riot. Lets just say he plays a Mexican news reporter with a whip!!! hehehehe. I feel like watching it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;This weekend................just don't know. I don't know what anyone has planned, if anyone has anything planned. Haven't received word from anyone of things going down this weekend. I will go to Evansville, only if it's ok with everyone first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Other than that, I've just been chill'n and trying to keep busy. I've been trying to go swimming at the Stump's house for like 2 weeks...I even left my trunks over there so I wouldn't have to come back home to get them. But no dice, lately the newest addition to their family, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a kitten....Tiny tiny kitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has been sick and likes to climb on me for some reason. And last time, he or she don't know...Haven't checked.....Fell asleep on my lap and so I decided to fall asleep too. Well, I slept for over 12 hours that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm listening to Dream Academy's Life in a Northern Town.......Why? Well I'll tell you, I like to sing the bass part in that song. I can't even tell what he's singing........It sounds like MaMaMaaaaaaa. So that's what I sing. I should probably look up the lyrics sometime....na, I like MaMaMaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I've been seeing a lot more of my buddy Stump lately. And I think the two people that see this blog know why.....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he's one of the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My thoughts on the subject.............................................Yeah. Shit happends, but shit happens for a reason. I've been staying in neutral because I like both partys and I just don't like picking sides. I've talked with, been there for, and listened to him, even though he probably thinks I wasn't. Yes!!!....I'm a multi tasker!!! I haven't talked to her at all, but that's only because according to others..... The only time I could get a hold of her, I'm asleep or I'm at work. And everyone knows how bears like their sleep. lik' it o lot!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it looks like Rocky &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is due for another oil change. Wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;He drinks oil like I chug water hehehe a joke that probably only 3 other people know, unless they told someone, "hey!!! My friend Perry did this. What a dumbass!!!" Yes, but I'm a luvable, huggable dumbass....That's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I think that's it. You can let go of the seat now. Later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-109163665890151979?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109163665890151979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109163665890151979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109163665890151979' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-109110889889965974</id><published>2004-07-29T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T06:48:18.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............tired of working on our new bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;.............tired of work...&lt;br /&gt;.............tired of nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;.............tired of this place...&lt;br /&gt;.............just tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my pookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-109110889889965974?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109110889889965974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/109110889889965974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110889889965974' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108981917623841787</id><published>2004-07-14T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T08:35:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Hey look who's blogging...........me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't know why I even bother, no one ever leaves any comments.  Even if it's to say I suck, I'd take it.  (knowing my luck, when I finish this and look on my blog, someone would have left a comment)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm watching Sesame Street.  They are jumping while saying the ABC's.  Ahhhhh the good old days when we thought that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I'm slowly going crazy at work.  Either from people not doing anything and just watching as I push in the dies by myself....  (I flip them off a lot) .....ooorrrrrrrrrr new guys that can't stop talking.  After three hours, I knew of his cocaine addiction in High School, his wife and kid, that he's obsessed with working out (but he's fat), he likes old school Rock N Roll, and that he thinks the fact that I have 3 Korn hats is WOW!!! worthy.  He's annoying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok Elmo is fighting with Rocko ( a rock).  How do you fight with a rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw my girl last weekend in her performance as a secretary.  GREAT SHOW!!! I really digged her red wig and that fact that she was in a 60's/70's dress........it was kind of hot. teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I believe Stump and I are going to chill this weekend together.  I went with him for a few hours when he was "working"..........................We basically shopped and did like 5 minutes of actual work.  We came to a conclusion on why this summer has sucked in Scottsburg.  We haven't done our stupid yet still cautious illegal stuff for the summer.  Well, we probably won't do anything illegal since we are after all in our 20's and grown up now...........yeah right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been pretty bored at home lately so I've been hitting the video games pretty hard.  I've almost beat'n Van Helsing for the second time.  Eventually I'll probably just play Spiderman 2 and try to get 100% complete or at least as close to it as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, I think that's all for today....................................peace out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108981917623841787?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108981917623841787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108981917623841787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981917623841787' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108808051543535227</id><published>2004-06-24T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T05:35:15.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108808051543535227?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108808051543535227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108808051543535227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808051543535227' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108723998432428255</id><published>2004-06-14T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T12:06:24.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooooooooooooooooooooooo.....................&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I was royally pissed at the fact that my engine control light came back on the very day my truck was fixed.  But then a very unusual thing happened.  The light is now off.  I decided not to drive it this weekend, and today was the first time I drove it since Friday morning, the light is off and there is no sign of any problems.  uhhhhhhhh  ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This actually happened last time.  After about a week and a half, the light turned back off.  I think that the light is just being screwy.  So no I'm going to cancel Rocky's appointment for tomorrow, and see if the light decides to turn itself back on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think Rocky might have multiple personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I planned on changing Rocky's oil this weekend, but it stormed 4 times.  WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me and a few others at work tonight discussed the weather.  Now usually people talk about it whenever there isn't much to talk about, and those conversations consist of "It was a hot one out there today"......"yep it was"......"yep".  As socially stimulating as those chats are, we actually gave our own stupid theories on the matter.  Someone suggested that maybe the earth was going to start rolling around out in space, playing galactic dodge-ball with the other planets........he's a weird old guy.  I thought that our seasons are slowly starting to change.  We have leap years because the calendar that we use isn't completely actuate with the earth's rotation.  My thought is that maybe the seasons are staying the same length apart from each other, but our calendar has just slowly been off track.&lt;br /&gt;  Usually after saying things like this in front of them, they just look at me like..............................shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok, so I decided to watch 'Days' today, but as soon as I did......what did I see....a guy with his shirt off.  DAMN!!! I F*&amp;king hate that.  The guy was talking with his dad, why? why are you walking around in your house talking with your dad with your shirt off?  &lt;br /&gt;  (it's actually kind of ironic, since me and my dad always walk around the house with our shirts off, but damn.........this is life.  We are not drinking champaign, talking about stupid shit, making accusations about who killed who......all that stupid stuff that 'Days' always does.  I hope that the writers of 'Days' and half of the cast all die and go to a sappy soapless hell were all there is on TV is reality shows Hahahahahahaha that's evil)&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways, I decided to watch 'All My Children'.  There is a guy that has his shirt off on that show, but he's in his bed room, not walking around outside or talking to his parents and grandparents about the killer.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm starting to like 'All My Children' a lot more.  Whenever I watch it, I don't want to punch everyone in the face........even the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, the parents come home tonight, I hope that they come home before 6, so Tigger won't crawl all over me and wake me up..........damn cat, he does it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I plan on going down to Evansville next weekend.  After I get my next paycheck.  Woo Hoo.  I'm still not sure on what to do about my birthday.  I think I might be going to my first Big Boys restaurant, but it's still up in the air.  Who knows, I need to talk with a few people to see what's goin down that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;  Well I think this is more than enough for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108723998432428255?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108723998432428255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108723998432428255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108723998432428255' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108678449764313198</id><published>2004-06-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T05:34:57.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally had the gas tank on Rocky changed, but the engine light came back on again last night....................well shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, things are ok. my parents are going to Tennessee.  They planned it months ago but never thought it important to mention it to me until yesterday....................ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means w/out a shadow of a doubt.....................................I'm staying home for the weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;woo hoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made watermelon kiwi cool aid.  It's the shit.  It doesn't even takes like cool aid.  It takes like fruit juice.  Sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's about it for me today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108678449764313198?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108678449764313198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108678449764313198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678449764313198' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-10862090732400144</id><published>2004-06-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T13:44:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cara survived a weekend in Scottsburg. &lt;br /&gt;we watched 11 and a half movies, holy crapola!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCubbins still hasn't called me to tell me if my gas tank has come in or not.  Damn!!! are they sending it by horse and buggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a lot to blog about, just thought that i should keep it going so it becomes habbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-10862090732400144?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/10862090732400144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/10862090732400144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10862090732400144' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108567617681523196</id><published>2004-05-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T09:42:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, the first time for a long time that I've blogged. &lt;br /&gt;Stump came over for an hour today, while on the clock which was excellent.  &lt;br /&gt;Actually have a list of things to do today, and I decided last night that I would need all the time I have to do it.  But once I got home, I was like ehhhh.  So I started watching King Kong vs. Godzilla.  I bought it when I was like 7 or 8 and thought it was great............................I was a stupid kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I thought that I should blog, since I was told that I should do it more.  But I need to get started doing my list, because I'm definitely not going to do a damn thing tomorrow.....except sleep and get Cara for the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108567617681523196?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108567617681523196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108567617681523196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567617681523196' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108497632156304691</id><published>2004-05-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T07:18:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, have the truck back.  It took them about 2 and a half hours for them to find out what the problem was.  It turns out that there is a hole in my gas tank.  The tank is only 2 years old, and it has a hole in it.........................ok.  And that's what turned my engine light start.  So what that tells me...............my tank is pressurized.  I thought it might have been a pressurized tank whenever I first filled it up, the tank opening looked a lot different than any other top on my past vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;so a new tank is being ordered, so it's ok for me to drive around now. yaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tired, I took the truck, or should I say "Rocky"!!! I think that name suites the beast of a truck.  But I took rocky to the dealership at 1.  Mom followed in the van, in case something happened on the way to the dealer.  So I tried to sleep in the van, but that didn't work.  It was really hot yesterday so I rolled the windows do to let the breeze in the van, but I could hear them working on the cars and trucks in the garage.  Well crap.  After about two and a half hours, they were done and I was on my way back home.  I didn't get home until after 4, so I changed into my work cloths and had everything ready to leave to work.  I tried to go to sleep and had to have the fan on because of all the cloths I was wearing.  But that fan was too loud, so at about 5, I went to sleep and woke up at 8:30.  grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, lots of sleep and more sleep, and maybe a little bit of sleep, if I can work that in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished paperwork for my 401k plan.  Wow, 19 and I've already started my retirement plan.  A thing I like a lot about this 401k, is that I can take it where ever I go. Woo hoo !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see my gal this weekend.  She's graduating, she's grown up so much....................in the last 5 months I've known her ehehehehhehehe.  Isn't it weird when people say that.  I mean, yeah that's generally what happens.  You grown, if you don't grow either mentally or physically, something's wrong.  See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was my attempt at being humorous, I did not succeed.  Well crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108497632156304691?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108497632156304691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108497632156304691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108497632156304691' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108489764065390431</id><published>2004-05-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T09:27:20.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking my truck(no name for him yet) in to the dealership today.  He's sick and needs medicine, or a new limb.  They said that they might have to order a part for it, but they would have it ready for me to take back with me that day............well, if it's really bad, then I probably shouldn't be driving it then should I..........no, I shouldn't.  And of coarse, they have over booked themselves, so I can't get a loaner car.  Well shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm off to take "name goes here" truck to get help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108489764065390431?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108489764065390431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108489764065390431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108489764065390431' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108472540429045910</id><published>2004-05-16T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T09:36:44.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, haven't blogged for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see shall we...................well first things first.  I went out driving early this morning, and I noticed an engine check light came on.  Well, if it comes on and then shuts off after 15 sec. It means that it's time for an emissions test, but if it stays on, then there is an engine control problem.  Well crap.  I've had the truck for only 2 months and I already have to turn it in to the dealership.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to stay home this weekend.  Had to work Saturday, and then I had to clean up both rooms last night and today.  woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an anxiety attack this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;anxiety attacks suck.  i don't really enjoy them very much.  sometimes i get them whenever there aren't many people around.  usually i have anxiety attacks whenever it's really busy, i mean busy as in lots of different noises.  i haven't had many of them lately but every once and a while, whenever there are more than two conversations going on at the same time and people are asking me questions i feel like i'm going to pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, next weekend is Cara's graduation. then the next weekend, i'm going to drive down to get her and bring her back to Scottsburg.  woo hoo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108472540429045910?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108472540429045910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108472540429045910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108472540429045910' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108436819762002876</id><published>2004-05-12T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T06:23:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was different tonight, we usually have one meeting a week......just to go through the details of what's been going on, and if anything new might take place within the week.  But just tonight, we had 3 meetings.  WTF?!?!?!!?!?! For some reason, this week will consist of nothing but changes.......................screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation w/ my dad when I came in this morning:&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hola&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aloha&lt;br /&gt;Dad: you said "hi" in Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, and you said "hi" in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Dad: why did you say "hi" in Hawaiian?&lt;br /&gt;Me: because you said "hi" in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: but I spoke Spanish, not Hawaiian.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok, well why did you speak in Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok,.................well there you go.&lt;br /&gt;We always have meaningful talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating some cheetos at work, and I saw one that looked like Yoda's head. I couldn't bring myself to eat it, so I just left it on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two movies I really feel like seeing right now.  Van Helsing and Dracula:Dead And Loving It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108436819762002876?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108436819762002876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108436819762002876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108436819762002876' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108393467108551902</id><published>2004-05-07T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T06:02:18.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I have to work tonight, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be in Evansville until tomorrow................................shit fuck&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay at home for one more day.................................ass whore&lt;br /&gt;Have to be at work one more night.........................................dick bitch&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 of us will be working....................................................pussy.....willow&lt;br /&gt;That's right, everyone else is taking a vacation day...................penis cunt&lt;br /&gt;But I only have one vacation day that's not planned yet............damn jew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran out of curses....................................................myeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108393467108551902?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108393467108551902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108393467108551902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393467108551902' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108393421202668590</id><published>2004-05-07T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T05:55:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll HORSE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108393421202668590?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108393421202668590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108393421202668590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393421202668590' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108385258139825095</id><published>2004-05-06T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T07:14:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like I'm not going into work Friday night.(my Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;I was just told tonight that not only will Ben not be there Friday, but he's taking Thursday off (my Friday) to get ready for a garage sale. Plus, Dan isn't going to be in Friday night, because of his kids surgery. (hope everything goes fine for him) And a new addition to this list is Linton.  He told me when we were clocking out that he wasn't going to come in, unless we were scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;so lets see...........................................................................that would just leave, me, smiley (boss) and Harold.............................................................yeah, I'm not coming in Friday night.                       Unless I'm scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing of surgery.................my grandma is in the hospital still.  I got a call last Friday, whenever I was in Evansville that she was rushed into the hospital again.  She's been in there a few times, due to the life long habit of smoking.  I hope she gets out soon.  Last time it took 5 weeks until she was allowed to go back home....................................sorry, I usually don't write about stuff like this, but it just popped in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.......................it seems everyone in the Perry house has plans for this weekend.  Dad and Mom are taking two of my great aunts to see a Red's game.  For some reason, my Aunts wanted to see a Red's Baseball game, so seeing that they are both really old, my parents are taking them.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember going with my grandma rice to see my aunts. (they lived with each other) they would paint china and every once and a while, they'd let me do a plate or a cup.  I was only 4 then, and they actually turned out really well.  I guess that was one of my first introductions to art.  We have in our display case at home, two 3 piece china sets.  One for me and my sister, my aunts and grandma painted them for us for our birthdays, Laura's set was painted with scenes from Cinderella.  My set was painted with Little Boy Blue.  You know that song.  Well, the reasoning for mine was that my grandma was reminded of that song whenever she would see me, and they used pictures of me as models for Little Boy Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough down memory lane............................................myeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm not positive on when I'll be in Evansville, and it's to my understanding that there is a picnic of some kind with the USI group, but I'm curious how that will work out with stump, seeing how his family is coming down for the weekend.  Oh well,..........................................Van Helsing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108385258139825095?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108385258139825095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108385258139825095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385258139825095' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108385246091394570</id><published>2004-05-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T07:12:07.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like i'm not going into work Friday night.(my saturday)&lt;br /&gt;I was just told tonight that not only will Ben not be there Friday, but he's taking Thursday off (my friday) to get ready for a garage sale. Plus, Dan isn't going to be in Friday night, because of his kids surgery. (hope everything goes fine for him) And a new addition to this list is Linton.  He told me when we were clocking out that he wasn't goign to come in, unless we were scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;so lets see...........................................................................that would just leave, me, smiley (boss) and Harold.............................................................yeah, i'm not coming in Friday night.                       unless i'm scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing of surgery.................my grandma is in the hospital still.  I got a call last Friday, whenever i was in Evansville that she was rushed into the hospital again.  She's been in there a few times, due to the life long habbit of smoking.  i hope she gets out soon.  Last time it took 5 weeks until she was allowed to go back home....................................sorry, i usually don't write about stuff like this, but it just popped in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.......................it seems everyone in the Perry house has plans for this weekend.  Dad and Mom are taking two of my great aunts to see a Red's game.  For some reason, my Aunts wanted to see a Red's Baseball game, so seeing that they are both really old, my parents are taking them.  &lt;br /&gt;i remember going with my grandma rice to see my aunts. (they lived with each other) they would paint china and every once and a while, they'd let me do a plate or a cup.  I was only 4 then, and they actually turned out really well.  i guess that was one of my first introductions to art.  we have in our display case at home, two 3 peice china sets.  one for me and my sister, my aunts and grandma painted them for us for our birthdays, Laura's set was painted with scenes from Cinderella.  My set was painted with Little Boy Blue.  you know that song.  well, the reasoning for mine was that my grandma was reminded of that song whenever she would see me, and they used pictures of me as models for Little Boy Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough down memory lane............................................myeah&lt;br /&gt;i'm not possitive on when i'll be in Evansville, and it's to my understanding that there is a picnic of some kind with the USI group, but i'm curious how that will work out with stump, seeing how his family is coming down for the weekend.  oh well,..........................................Van Helsing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108385246091394570?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108385246091394570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108385246091394570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385246091394570' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108377703911899124</id><published>2004-05-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:25:35.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were a few things I had thought of that I had forgotten to write about in the last blog.&lt;br /&gt;about last weekend................not only am I dating a hot young lady, but a hot prom queen at that.......I might have mentioned that in the last blog, but I felt like typing it again....so there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing I noticed a few nights ago at work, I was munch'n on some "Famous Amos" cookies (sweet ass cookies)  and while I was munch'n on the cookies (chocolate chip by the way) I was reading the back.  Stump had mentioned how "yellow 5" is used in anything that has a yellow tint, so I was just checking it out.  Because supposedly they gave mice nothing but "yellow 5" and it's balls shriveled into nothingness.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was just checking and I saw that it said "may contain tree nuts"........hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;for one, why would CHOCOLATE CHIP cookies have nuts?  Generally whenever people say they had a chocolate chip cookie, everyone assumes chocolate chips would naturally be the only chunky substance within the cookie.....this goes without saying..................or typing.&lt;br /&gt;if someone says they want a chocolate chip cookie, no one asks " Oh, would you like nuts with that!!!".........NO!!! If someone wants nuts, then it's no longer a chocolate chip cookie is it......it's a chocolate chip/nut combo cookie.  &lt;br /&gt;and TREE NUT........... what does that mean?  um, yeah...we aren't a 100% on what kind of nuts may be in there, but we're pretty sure they came from a tree...........  come one people.&lt;br /&gt;and MAYBE...............how can you not be sure? It's not like nuts are around whenever they are making the cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;or are they? &lt;br /&gt; maybe someone was having a snack while working and oops....&lt;br /&gt;"I dropped a nut"&lt;br /&gt;"well what kind of nut was it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure, it may have been a tree nut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, like that really narrows it down for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was good tonight, everyone actually had a good night for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hit on by a really old lady a few nights ago.  Now most guys say that they were hit on whenever an old woman calls them "honey" or "sweetie" or "sugar"..........but they're old, that's what old woman call young guys............would you prefer "freak" "satan child" or "fucker"?  I'm sure they could call you that, but then they would loose their "old lady" disguise and their true "Hell's Granny" colors would show&lt;br /&gt;but this one said that she thought I was cute........Now most people think that she was just being polite, but whenever I told her my age, and the fact that she's known my dad for 5 years, she said nothing and walked away.  Yeah, she's one sick Hell's Granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold (the one that acts like he's a helpless 80 year old) hit his head when he was inside his press tonight.  I assume he hit it rather hard, due to the fact that I actually saw my advisor tonight.  I only see him when it's payday or if someone F'd something up.  Now Harold has to fill out an accident report and wear a hard hat whenever he's inside of his press.  And the same for Dan (the friendly fat guy) Dan hit his head 3 nights in one week and had to get stitches twice in that week, so he has to wear a hard hat too. &lt;br /&gt;looks like I'm the only one that doesn't have to.  I do hit my head every once and a while, and sometimes its' bad enough that I get dizzy, but I have something that the others didn't have.................a hat.....a RED hat.  If I start bleeding, no one knows.............and I don't have to fill out a stupid report.  Our advisor is really up tight when it comes to the reports, if he even sees blood on your arm or anything minor, you have to fill a report.  Well screw that.  If something happens that's bad, or something I know I need to get help for, then I'll tell them, but not for some scratches..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hopefully I can make it to Evansville this weekend.  Ben (the other young guy) said that if we weren't scheduled he wasn't coming in, and he made sure everyone knew that.  So we may not have enough people to work the weekend, so yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i found that "yellow 6" is used in nacho cheese doritos hmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;and that there's 4 "yellow"s used in M&amp;M's Peanut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108377703911899124?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108377703911899124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108377703911899124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377703911899124' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108363127081940803</id><published>2004-05-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:45:16.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was great.  It felt so good to be away from work and home for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happened during vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Stump and I lost our hearing and voices cheering for Metallica in concert&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the truck outside of K's house&lt;br /&gt;Cheered for my girlfriend in her play, gave her a good "yyyyyYYEAH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Saw a guy smash the side of his truck &lt;br /&gt;Drove around and ended up driving out of the county&lt;br /&gt;Went to choir and found out I still couldn't speak "eek"&lt;br /&gt;Watched half of Chicago with my Pookie, too sleepy to watch it all&lt;br /&gt;Was crawled on while sleeping next to the window, then dragged to Jay Goods early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Watched South Park and Friday&lt;br /&gt;Went to Prom with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's now Prom Queen&lt;br /&gt;Ate pizza then fell asleep soon afterwards&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to say goodnight to my girl, then back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;regrettably, packed to drive back to Scottsburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather eventful vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any sleep Sunday before work, maybe an hour at the most.  Very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep as soon as I took a shower after work, and I just woke up at 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I intended to go to the bank, but I slept through my alarm, no  biggie, I'll just go tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to go back to Evansville this weekend, Van Heilsing is opening, and it'll be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108363127081940803?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108363127081940803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108363127081940803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108363127081940803' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108310157436220153</id><published>2004-04-27T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:47:57.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Packing for my vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, seeing Metallica!!!, then leaving from Louisville and driving straight to Evansville!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of '!!!!!!!!!!'s today, because I feel '!!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to prom.................thought I'd never get to go to another prom.  In high school, people would keep track of how many times they went.  Most freshman girls would always try to flirt with an upperclassman so they could say they went to prom all 4 times.....not many have been able to say that.&lt;br /&gt;and most guys didn't really care, so most males have only been to two proms, their last two years of high school.&lt;br /&gt;but this is my fourth........its' a little strange, considering there has been a two year gap between this one and my last, but that's ok.......  god, 2 years, I feel older now..................&lt;br /&gt;I have a suit, but it's an awkward color to try to match with black, I was so used to going to events by myself, I didn't care what the color was when I bought it. But I do have everything to make a black suit, except for the jacket, and that's ok because whenever at a prom, most guys take off their jackets in the first 30 min. anyways.  I'm actually kind of excited about going, but also, I'm not nervous.........there is a difference, a slight one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packing packing packing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always fun whenever you find stuff you've totally forgotten about.  Then whenever you try to remember why you had it, all these memories pop in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;I found a pack of waterproof matches.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Stump and I in Wal-Mart about 3 years ago and we decided we were going to camp for a week during the summer.  After just being paid, we went to the camping section of the store.  We knew that we were busy for the next few months, but we were free for the most part during the end of July and the beginning of August.  We went ahead and bought supplies even though it would be at least a month before we could use it.  I bought a hatchet, camp fire fuel, and waterproof matches.  We were going to a party that was going to take place at a lake on someone's property, so we decided to take our supplies and test it out.  &lt;br /&gt;going out and finding wood and hacking it up, then burning it. Everything worked fine..........after a while, no one else showed up...........no one.  So being bored, we decided to see just how flammable the fuel truly was...................yeah.&lt;br /&gt;we found an old plate that was out there for some odd reason, filled it with fuel, not much, less than half a cup.  booooooooooooom  the flames on that plate were at least 7,8 feet tall.  We were like shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! &lt;br /&gt;we knew that anyone half a mile from us could see it if they happened to be outside, so we tried putting it out.  Throwing stuff over it didn't work, it just caught everything on fire.&lt;br /&gt;we were on gravel, so there was no dirt to use. So we tried to kick it and stomp it out, or at least to separate the fire a bit so it could calm down.  I was the first to stomp.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as I started to do it, I remembered something.  Whenever my friend Jeff (then he was a volunteer firefighter) said that adding any movement/oxygen to an oil based flame was bad.&lt;br /&gt;fire shot all the up my leg, and I was wearing shorts.  Leg hair was gone, shoe had melted a bit and was black, and flames shot in my face.&lt;br /&gt;so then we are like SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; We kick the plate into the lake, and doing so..........there was a trail of burning fuel from where the plate was and to the lake.  But it was cool to see a fire ontop of water.&lt;br /&gt;after all of this, we got a call that they moved the party, so we went to another friends property, it was held out in the woods, and they saw we had supplies for a fire, so we used it and nothing went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;however, someone saw ants on one of the logs that wasn't burning, so he grabbed the can of fuel and started to soak the log so the ants would fry and pop.  &lt;br /&gt;well, he was drunk, so I took it.  He still wanted it done, so I went ahead and did it, being as careful as possible.  After it was soaked I put the cap back on, but was asked to do it just one more time, so I did and was about screw the cap back on when fire somehow caught the trail from the log to the can in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to screw on a cap to a burning can of fuel.  With enough fuel to kill me and about everyone that was there, so I threw it as hard as I could.&lt;br /&gt;just before I let go, I thought........................It's ok.  As long as the cap wasn't on the can, it would just burn and it wouldn't explode, but too late.  I had already started to throw it.&lt;br /&gt;and since the cap wasn't on, burning fuel flew out.  You could see exactly where I threw it, because there was a trail of burning trees from me to about 60 feet away, were it had landed............................SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;luckily someone had a few gallons of orange juice with them, don't' remember why, but they did.  We had to use that to take care of the burning woods. &lt;br /&gt;heheheh &lt;br /&gt;the matches and the hatchet were all that were left. And it figured...........I bought all that stuff and we still haven't been camping yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gotta keep packing, and cleaning some dress cloths, and getting a dress shirt.  gotta goooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108310157436220153?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108310157436220153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108310157436220153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108310157436220153' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108300263602418761</id><published>2004-04-26T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:11:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well.&lt;br /&gt;had an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;saw a poetry slam for the first time.  When I first heard about it, for some reason I had envisioned something like a rap war, but that would be kind of difficult.  I liked what I saw.  It was cool to see people actually get together to do stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Japanese food for the first time.  yeeooooooooowzer!!! good stuff&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that if the graphics thing doesn't work out, I'll get plastic surgery done and be a Japanese chef.&lt;br /&gt;really I just want to play with fire and knives.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still feeling very Japanese...........probably because of the food.  I've been walking around the house in sandals, baggy pj's and a robe, like a samurai.  I've had swords on my belt all day.  Don't ask me why, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was good last night.  I had a helper. Someone that is 'supposedly' going to be team leader for Die Maintenance.  So for some reason he's supposed to learn how to run all of our presses.  &lt;br /&gt;well, I'm never really good when I first meet someone new, and I'm awful whenever I'm alone with them.  I just never know what to say.  And adding to the fact that he's 54 years old, what do I have to talk to him about.  &lt;br /&gt;we did talk for a while, he talked about his kids and grandkids and asked me where I graduated.  Of coarse, like everyone else.......................he thought I was 25..........................NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;he was a little embarrassed, and said sorry, but oh well what can you do.  But strangely enough, that gave us more to talk about.  Turns out he was the same way, really tall when he was young and looked older than his age.  &lt;br /&gt;he did look like he was 60 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching 'Days' right now................................................yeah&lt;br /&gt;the woman on this show are incredibly emotional, and all the guys are like "I can solve everything!!! I'll give you a......................HUG!!!" &lt;br /&gt;Hugs are good, and I do enjoy a good hug (well only from a few selected people, very few) but, they think that is the answer to all the problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;scenario: (woman): Oh GOD!!! My mother was just brutally murdered!&lt;br /&gt;(man): Oh babe, that's terrible (hugs woman)&lt;br /&gt;(woman): thank you, everything is better now...............................................so do you want to get something to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other scenario: (woman): Oh GOD!!! My mom is the killer!!! She's been lying to us all the entire time!!!&lt;br /&gt;(man): Oh babe, that's terrible (hugs woman)&lt;br /&gt;(woman): thank you, everything is better now&lt;br /&gt;(man): will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;(woman): but we just found out my mom is the killer..............WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;(man hugs woman again) &lt;br /&gt;(woman): YES!!! I will marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!!?!? Only if everything in life was that easy.&lt;br /&gt;if it was, my god.&lt;br /&gt;you don't like your car.............steal one, and when you're caught, hug the officer and you'll be set free...and get to keep the car!!!&lt;br /&gt;go to restaurants and pay with a hug!!!&lt;br /&gt;pay for gas, school, insurance, house payments, and movies with hugs, even have celebrities fly to town for special concerts and Broadway performances.  That'd be kick ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;and just in case the hug payments don't last very long, first thing to do is to go to at least 3 different banks, give them all great big hugs so you can walk into the vault, and walk out with whatever you can carry........that way, technically..........you are paying for everything with a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be willing to expand my selective hugs a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm done writing now, I think I'm going to put my swords back up and sleep for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;2 nights of work left......OH YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108300263602418761?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108300263602418761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108300263602418761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108300263602418761' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108273864441659679</id><published>2004-04-23T09:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:48:13.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEAVE A DAMN COMMENT PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108273864441659679?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273864441659679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273864441659679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273864441659679' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108273858546093372</id><published>2004-04-23T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:47:14.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEAVE A DAMN COMMENT PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108273858546093372?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273858546093372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273858546093372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273858546093372' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108273851789051815</id><published>2004-04-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:46:06.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEAVE A DAMN COMMENT PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108273851789051815?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273851789051815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273851789051815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273851789051815' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108273834524024543</id><published>2004-04-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:44:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight kicked MAJOR ASS!!! not &lt;em&gt;sucked&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;KICKED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think that I may have kicked so much ass this week that I have Saturday night off of work.  Not a full weekend, but at least one day......................maybe.  Some of the guys said that they wanted to work Sunday, and the pay would be awesome(double pay) but I'm not 100% on the situation.  I'll have to check with some peps tonight about that.&lt;br /&gt;so it looks like I might have to wait until my vacation next week to have Japanese food for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to say.................this post is making me depressed.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Maybe if I tell the Japanese people at work that I was going to taste their food for the first time, but I can't because I'm working, maybe they'll give me the night off...........................................doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108273834524024543?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273834524024543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108273834524024543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273834524024543' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108264215144191254</id><published>2004-04-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T06:59:58.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Last night wasn't bad at work, but not too good either.  It's still up in the air on if they'll crack the weekend slave whip on me.  yeoooooooooooowzer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing oil in the truck, washing again!!! stupid bird crap....... going to watch a soap today, I think someone's possessed on "Days" alright!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;but I do find it dumb how that seems to be the way they fix their poor ratings.  They have done this before, a few years ago.  I don't think they check their previous shows, because supposedly the last time this happened, one of the girls mentioned she was just born.  Well now she's in college.  But I was like 12 during the last possession.  Somehow they can grow 20+ years in just 8. hmmmmmmmmm they can do that, but it still takes them a month to get through one night.................................something's not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108264215144191254?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108264215144191254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108264215144191254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264215144191254' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108257995386955294</id><published>2004-04-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T13:47:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work last night was good...not as kickass as I had hoped, but still good. And good is good...for something............I think.  If I continue to have -good to kickass- nights I might get out of two nights of work.  Or if we have really, incredibly shitty nights............Smiley may not want to deal with the entire weekend and just let us go.          Truthfully, I'd rather have the kickass nights, I am le-tired of shitty nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARA!!!&lt;/em&gt;  if I could, I'd give you a big hug and pie....mmmmmmm pie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't watched "Days" for two days now.  Instead, I've been sleeping.  I'm trying out a new schedule to see how I like it.  So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108257995386955294?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108257995386955294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108257995386955294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257995386955294' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108246472280780891</id><published>2004-04-20T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T05:42:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look out!!!  Columbine Anniversary.  If you see someone reaching for something in their pocket or backpack.....beat the shit out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so I haven't blogged for a while.......&lt;br /&gt;let's see...........this past weekend, I was supposed to work both nights, however a company hired by Aisin(work) to paint our floors three months ago finally began to paint my floor.  So no work.  &lt;br /&gt;instead of going home I went to Evansville.  It was Stump's 22nd B-Day party.  Damn he's old.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time, even though I busted my ear open while trying to knock an iron out of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, all this month has sucked at work.  I've been in this groove of running the same dies, and every die always breaks...............maybe groove isn't the right word.  Groove should be used whenever something good happens.  Maybe ditch would be best.  Yeah......just the word alone sounds bad..........DITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the last two nights of work have been good.  Both nights, beating my scheduled production before lunch break.....which by the way is at 2:30a.m.   That's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however another sucky thing came up last night.  Since we were scheduled for both nights last weekend and couldn't work..............we might, MIGHT have to work all weekend long.  Which really blows squirrel nuts because I really REALLY wanted to be in Evansville this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some guys at work told me that I was going to be down there soon, last 4 days of the month.  Which will be very good.  Little break from work, little concert to rock to, little play to watch....it'll be a nice long weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a lot to talk about, who knows....maybe something really awesome will happen before the next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................doubt it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108246472280780891?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108246472280780891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108246472280780891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246472280780891' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108194868134123500</id><published>2004-04-14T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T06:21:57.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;when coming home from work, I noticed a sign on a passing semi.  It said wide turn, and had a little visual aid on it.  Now most people have seen the one that has the semi turning right and there is a car in the lane next to it, about to get hit.  But this one is of a semi turning right, and the car is on the road the semi is turning onto.  I've never seen that sign before, and usually people think of a car in the next lane getting hit.....but not the car on the other road(unless you are the car on the other road and they start to make that wide turn, we've all been there)  but what I don't understand is that the sign is on the back of the semi...................how will that prevent an accident?  If the sign is to prevent damage to the car on the other road, then why is it placed so that everyone behind the semi can see it?  hmmmmmmmm someone wasn't thinking..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tonight was really REALLY bad...........really&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't run a die completely through without it breaking.  I only ran one full coil of steel, and just parts of other coils. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;I went through 8 different dies last night, and I usually run only 3 or 4 a night-if they don't break.&lt;br /&gt;however, last night wasn't my worst for the week.  Sunday night I ran through 5 dies, but after doing my paper work................my operating percentage was below the chart.  I didn't even make the chart!!! hahah &lt;br /&gt;but the best part is................................................................................................I don't care.  I'm not going it to ruin my good mood.     &lt;em&gt;yeeeeeeeeowzer&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108194868134123500?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108194868134123500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108194868134123500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194868134123500' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108186259254684266</id><published>2004-04-13T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T06:27:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cara changed my scroll arrow........because I didn't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;after fiddling around with different numbers, I found a yellow I like.......or at least I think it's a yellow.  The screen on this computer is messed up, the red values kick off after a while.  So it's really a gb instead of a rgb screen.  oh well.&lt;br /&gt;work was good, I've been in a great mood since this weekend..so it probably wouldn't matter if work goes bad.  I can't wait till the end of the month, 4 days in E'ville. SWEEEEEEEEEEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a lot to blog about now, everything's cool....and nothing's whack.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108186259254684266?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108186259254684266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108186259254684266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186259254684266' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108179680312411604</id><published>2004-04-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:10:37.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ps. leave a comment............why? because it's there now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;........thanks again Pookie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108179680312411604?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108179680312411604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108179680312411604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179680312411604' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108179673474360973</id><published>2004-04-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:09:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the blog has a new look.  Cara did it last night........thanks Pookie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'll figure things out,  I changed the left hand side a little, not much though.&lt;br /&gt;Well.........................not much to say.  It's 2 o'clock and time for my nap.........hmmmmm sleepy time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108179673474360973?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108179673474360973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108179673474360973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179673474360973' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108135213601334961</id><published>2004-04-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T08:39:22.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i seem to naturally do really stupid or funny things at work.  &lt;br /&gt;Whether it's -hanging around on the ladders like monkeys, stomping steel (jumping on it and flying off) making jokes about stupid MoFo's (Andrie) co-workers waiving at each other like both are plastic Barbies in a parade, or loosing a time card-things stay interesting.  But that's how i like it, something new and funny.  well, some things are new......we've been making fun of MoFo for a long time (he's the one that looks like a dirty version of Captain Jack Sparrow)  plus he looks like he needs to think to operate an automatic urnal....hahahah get it?!?!!?!?!?!?!?! ( if you're still confused, think .........automatic.......ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, the last few parts about the waving and loosing a time card, yep that happened today.  i felt like an idiot when i got home today.  i was talking to 'my girl' when i walked in last night, like usual.  and because i only have one hand free i just put my time card in my pocket instead of back in my wallet.  we'll i was digging around for some loose change for some pretzels and i felt my card, so i knew it was still there.(that was at 5)  weeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, when i went to clock out at 6:30, i felt around and it was gone, so i went back to the break room to see if it was on the floor.....nope.  then i looked in my wallet......nope, it wasn't in either of the places i usually put it.  so i just go home without clocking out, i figure that i'll just tell smiley (aka-BOSS) tonight about what happened and he'll fix it.  i asked security (what little help they ever are) if they had anyone bring in up......they said no and that i should see HR tomorrow and get a new one.  Big problem....HR doesn't come in until at least 7:30 if not 8, and i get off at 6:30.....I'm not going to wait around doing add jobs until they get there nor will i come back during the day.........the day is my time, my precious.    wahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;.....................................Rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhht............so back to what i was typing.  i drove home thinking that i'd have to get a new card and get my picture tak'n again...stupid camera.  However, i looked in my wallet when i got into town, for no reason.....i just sometimes do that for shits and giggles i guess.  anyhoo, there it is.........not where i usually put it, but where my money should be.  &lt;br /&gt;Damn Card&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'll have to go and tell them that i was a dumbass and didn't bother to look inches from the previous places i scanned in my wallet.  &lt;br /&gt;it seems that i write most about work............well i'm there the most.  i dont' write about school because it's school and most of what i'm in class for now are classes i've already had (though the credits never transfered...........fucking private kentucky college)  they still send my stuff however, even though i'll go as far as to calling them back and asking them to remove me from their mailing lists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but also, work is funny to me.......................also very stressful, but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering all the things i've gone through so far in these 6 months at work, you'd understand how it can be entertaining..........as long as you keep a cheerful perspective on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIST&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108135213601334961?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108135213601334961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108135213601334961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108135213601334961' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108110827691535355</id><published>2004-04-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T12:54:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> This weekend has been going by realllllllllllllllllly slowllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly.  But on a plus side, I haven't been in another accident at work yet.  And hopefully I'll never be in another accident.  I like my fingers, and I'd like to keep them all.  I don't think that's too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's going to be a while until I'm back in E'ville.  I hope, with work permitting, that I'll be back down there on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been watching my soap opera lately..............I've been watching another one instead..........&lt;br /&gt;Because I have come to the realization that I'll come back to my show in two weeks, and it'll probably still be were I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica concert on the 28th.......Finally going to see them for the first time.  CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really funny to say...................Just leave you with one question.... "If you could have any power you wanted, what would it be?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mine would be the power of a genie, but without the restrictions of being a slave or living in a lamp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108110827691535355?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108110827691535355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108110827691535355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108110827691535355' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108084762882811279</id><published>2004-04-01T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T11:31:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a BIG ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that there was something I forgot to do yesterday..........blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I made it official yesterday morning, I'm working in a death trap.  Wednesday night, at work, two things happened and either of them didn't feel pretty.  Number one, we have metal cutters that basically are just giant shears.  Anyways, Ben (the only other guy I work with that's under 30)  needed the cutters to band a coil of steel that went bad, so I tossed them at him.  He caught them with no problem.  The cutters have a safety latch that keeps them from opening.  Now, the cutters have one blade that's rounded off at the end and it overlaps the other blade that has a pointed end.  After he was done, he put the latch back on and threw them back.  Well, the damn things opened.  Right before I caught them, they opened up and it stabbed me.  It STABBED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!  Now I can't use my right hand for too much, and if coolant (oil) gets on that hand...............OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUWIE!!!!!!  But that seems to be healing nicely.  Then number 2.  Our coils of steel are wrapped very tight and the steel will tend to spring out if you're not careful.  Well.........It did.  I had a bad die last night (like every damn night) and I was banding the steel back up.  Well I went to get some steel ribbon (we basically tie the steel up like a present, so it won't unravel)   anyways, I had the ribbon and was about feed it around the steel when I look up and me my material handler (AKA-dumb MoFo)  He's over there and touching my controls.  I go ape-shit whenever he does that, because he doesn't know what he's doing and it's not his job to find out.  His job is to take my full boxes away and give me empty ones, but he can barely do that half the time due to the 10 breaks he takes a night..........................................stupid mofo.  Anyways, he's touching the controls and I just roll my eyes, but he hits the control that spins the coil holder....guess what that does......the coil spins my way and the end of the steel snaps back at me and hits me in the leg.  I'm down.  It really sucks.  I have a major bruise all over my right leg.  My boss said I'm lucky because if the tip of the steel had hit me, it would have ripped right into my leg.  So now I don't like my material handler, I want to hit him.....................................with a hammer or something.  To give you an idea of how much force it springs with, my boss said I would have probably rather have one of the guys hit my leg with a softball bat.  grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr STUPID MOFO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the death trap continued tonight as well.  Me and the guy on 2nd shift don't get along.  Actually me and about all the guys from 2nd shift don't get along, mostly I think it's because of my dad, but I never told him about it.  Anyways, they like to take stuff from my press a lot.  And they only leave me one magnet to work with a night.  Our magnets are as precious as toilet paper whenever you go camping......And you NEED TOILET PAPER or a really big leave.  Since I only have one magnet, I have to use scrap metal to help catch my parts, so I used to go through the metal pile to find what I needed then cut it down to the size and shape I wanted....I got very good at that since they liked to throw them away after they used it on their shifts.  Tonight, like most nights, they did it again so I'm going through the pile and I find a piece and try to pull it out................and of coarse, it's at the bottom. grrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;as I'm breaking it loose, one of the scraps on top fall down over my left arm, SUCK!!!!!!!!  Someone cut it and not very well, my arm now has 5 large cuts going down it.  And that happened at the beginning of the night, so I had to deal with that and oil getting into the cuts all night. ooooooooouwie!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happened tonight, but it was more funny/embarrassing than anything.  After I've ran a die out, I have about 8 feet left of steel that can't be used, so I climb into the press and pull it out.  8 feet is too big to go into the pile in the dumpster, so I have to either cut it or bend it.  I LIKE TO BEND IT.....basically because no one else can.  The thinnest steel I use others can fold over, but barely.  I usually put a foot on one end to keep it still and grab the other side with my hands, after touching the two ends together, I put my foot onto of the folded steel and stand on it.  I'll hop around on it and flatten it down as much as a can.......of coarse you can't completely fold it in half, so one end is always higher than the other, I like to slide down the steel as I'm flattening.  I've never had a problem before, until tonight.  heheheheeheh   I was jumping on one side (because the steel was some of the toughest stuff I use)  I ususally hold onto something for support, but I didn't think about that.  I FEEL DOWN!!!!!!  After jumping, my feet went sliding down like usual, but the rest of me did not.........................I feel right on my ass.  Since our floor is all concrete and metal, major OOOOOOUWIE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all that I can remember happening in the death trap.  &lt;br /&gt;I called stump during my lunch break, which is around 2 to 2:30 ( I'm still not used to that)  he said something I found really funny, and I told him I needed to write it down so I would remember, but I forgot!!!  I think he said something like " that really busts my shit" or something like that.  I don't know, at 2:30, that was rather amusing.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I might be switching soaps now,  I've noticed I'm watching less and less of "Days" and watching more of "All My Children".....It's a good one, and I've always watched it now and again, but I seem to like it more than "Days" now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108084762882811279?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108084762882811279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108084762882811279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084762882811279' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108084383909061328</id><published>2004-04-01T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T10:27:37.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108084383909061328?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108084383909061328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108084383909061328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108084383909061328' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108065871421778045</id><published>2004-03-30T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T07:08:17.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I have something to confess.........................I'M WEAK!!!!!!! (boo hoo, not really)&lt;br /&gt;I did some bidding on ebay again.  I was doing ok!!!  Nearly four days without buying something.  Well, technically I didn't buy anything, I just bid on them. waaa hahahahaha.  Plus, they are rather in-expensive considering the objects.  Also, I was the first bidder for both items and three days has passed for both, so I'll be ok.  &lt;br /&gt;heh, not like I can't afford it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;But I've only had one of the items come in so far.  I figured that it may take up to 15 days to get the items, considering a three day leeway for them to mail them, then up to 10 days to get here.  Most of them are from the coast, so it may take all 10 days.  If they don't start showing up, especially one item, I'll have to start laying my backhand on a few Californians, and a few Las Vegas dwellers.  Waaaa hahahahahhahahaa (evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Days" hasn't started yet, I have an agenda for today so I decided to write in early.  Till next blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT!!!!! Dad just walked in with the mail, and one of my items came in...Isn't that ironic???? (and it's the item I've been worried about the most, since the seller never notified me that it was on the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooooow, one last thought,  it's strange.  Why do we(people) use "isn't" that way??? EX. Isn't it..............and Isn't that...........  Because  "Is not it" and "Is not that" do not make sense. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108065871421778045?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108065871421778045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108065871421778045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065871421778045' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108065864780192132</id><published>2004-03-30T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T07:01:03.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I have something to confess.........................I'M WEAK!!!!!!! (boo hoo, not really)&lt;br /&gt;I did some bidding on ebay again.  I was doing ok!!!  Nearly four days without buying something.  Well, technically I didn't buy anything, I just bid on them. waaa hahahahaha.  Plus, they are rather in-expensive considering the objects.  Also, I was the first bidder for both items and three days as passed for both, so I'll be ok.  &lt;br /&gt;heh, not like I can't afford it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;But I've only had one of the items come in so far.  I figured that it may take up to 15 days to get the items, considering a three day leeway for them to mail them, then up to 10 days to get here.  Most of them are from the coast, so it may take all 10 days.  If they don't start showing up, especially one item, I'll have to start laying my backhand on a few Californians, and New Yorkers.  WAaaaa hahahahahhahahaa (evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Days" hasn't started yet, I have an agenda for today so I decided to write in early.  Till next blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT!!!!! Dad just walked in with the mail, and one of my items came in...Isn't that ironic???? (and it's the item I've been worried about the most, since the seller never notified me that it was on the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooooooooow, one last thought,  it's strange.  Why do we(people) use "isn't" that way??? EX. Isn't it..............and Isn't that...........  Because  "Is not it" and "Is not that" do not make sense. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108065864780192132?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108065864780192132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108065864780192132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108065864780192132' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108058582210662915</id><published>2004-03-29T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T10:47:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a while, don't know why, I just haven't.&lt;br /&gt;I've been on an ebay frenzy lately, but I've decided to be a web-window shopper now.  No More Buying.  Well............ no more for now.  Who knows.  &lt;br /&gt;Nothing really too funny to talk about.  The parents finally came back from Florida, and the first then they (well mom) said to me was if I could loan out some money.............NO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;No more lending out money.  But I asked why and they said they decided to give the camry (my old car) to my sister........................GRRRRRRRRRR.  I mean, I'm really glad for the truck I have now, but they're still giving her handouts. And a CAR?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!? that's a huge handout for a 23 year old.  It's not my fault she still hasn't kept a job. (now it's been nearly months and she still hasn't done jack)  So I told them no, I'm not giving her money.  I've given her enough of my money, and never saw any of it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back whenever my other car (the cavalier) was hit, the insurance company gave us the money we needed to have the body professionally repaired.  But Laura (sister) was in a bind and didn't have money.  So... instead of fixing my car, with the money given to me by the insurance company, mom gives it to her.  They left me with just enough to go to a junkyard to buy the parts I needed and fix the car myself.  So now it has 3 different shades of white.  The original plan was for them to give her the cavalier, which I was fine with because no one drove it for nearly a year.  But to give her the camry...GRRRRR.  Now they are going to fix the cavalier (it tends to misfire whenever it's in a low gear, once it's in 3rd it's fine) but to fix the cavalier, it'll have to have a full diagnostic done and I refuse to pay for that.  And that's that.  Mom asked me earlier why I never go to see my sister.  I told her I just don't want to drive down there.  But the real reason is because the last two times I've been there, she's asked for money and I've given it to her.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR frustration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108058582210662915?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108058582210662915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108058582210662915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058582210662915' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-108007072743864876</id><published>2004-03-23T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:42:13.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, but I've had nothing funny to talk about and nothing to harp on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending quality time with the cats.  I had friends over for the weekend, and the cats (well really just one cat) seemed to like them.  However, now that they're gone.......he won't leave me alone.  He'll even wait for me when I get out of the shower.  Plus every time I wake up, he's asleep between my legs.  OH WELL........he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the harping.  I was watching 'Days' today and I came to a conclusion.  Days of Our Lives has never had a single show without one of the actors taking his shirt off.  Actually most of them go top-less.........................it's kind of gay.  In real life, if you walked into building and there were nothing but guys with their shirts off....partying and wearing cowboy outfits, you'd think one thing...........GAYS!!!!  There was only one woman in the entire place, and it had to be the most unattractive woman on the show.  If there was a very attractive woman with the guys and the guys were paying attention to her then the only logical explanation would be............COWBOY GANGBANG!!!!!!!! But NO!!, unattractive woman alone (looked like she was getting drunk or something) plus group of shirt-less cowboys equals................GAY BAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top-less thing doesn't really get to me.  It's obvious they do it, because that is the only way to get women to watch the show.  If it wasn't for the partial nudity, all the show would be based on would be women saying almost the exact same thing every episode, and terrible male actors trying to make the plot seem more interesting by adding in their own stupid side glances and eye squints.(mostly John Black...seriously, watch the show at least once and you'll see him squint his eyes and turn his head to his side at least twice)  WTF!!!!!!!  Why in the hell does he do that.  No one else does it because they've figured out it's dumb.  I guess he's out of the loop on that one. But back to the top-less thing.  If they've got to do it, then mix it up.  Have a woman on the show do it.  I'd bet you if every guy knew about it, he'd watch it.  Even if he was at work, he'd tune in just to see that.  Ratings would kick ass.  And who knows, some woman may like it too...........but we're not going to go on that route today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has bothered me to a while.  The whole obese issue and McDonalds.  Downsizing their meals so it would be less fattening for the customers.  OH PLEASE what about the big guys.  That's just hurting guys like me.  A few hours after one of those down-sized meals, and I'm hungry again.  WTF............WTF....that's the only thing to say about that..........Well not really.  I noticed the McDonalds thing really started going south when those kids tried suing because they got fat.  Well hello parents, where in the hell were you?!?!?!?!?  The parents know that the food isn't healthy, even though they said they didn't.  No one's that stupid......at least I don't think people can be that stupid but who knows.  Anyways, I have a great way to keep kids from eating too much fatty food.  &lt;br /&gt;1- Just buy them the smaller size.  It's that simple.  And if they start complaining because it's not enough, then say "HEY FATTY, it's my money. I'll get you what I want to get you.  If you don't like it, get on your damn bike and pay for it yourself bieeatch!!!" (well, maybe not that harsh, but you get the picture)&lt;br /&gt;2- If you see them stuffing themselves with food, smack it out of their hands.  Tell them, "What the hell are you doing?  You're going to be the fattest ankle biter on the damn block."  (once again, maybe that's too brutal)&lt;br /&gt;3-Take them out to the garage and have them lifting weights at age 8.  Hey it works, that's what happened to me.  Plus, starting to work out at that age will make you stronger than your parents by time you're a 7th grader.  It's great to beat your dad in arm wrestling at age 12.&lt;br /&gt;4- Try scaring them.  Show them a picture of your wife when she was pregnant and tell the kids she ate too much junk food.  heheheheh that should work.  (but then, tell your kids not to tell mommy that they've seen her picture because it'll make her remember being fat and it'd hurt her feelings..............................that way your ass is saved too ehehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my fool proof plans on keeping your kids from eating too much McDonalds.  If parents followed my plans, we'd have more strong, skinny, and emotionally scared children in America. ( I never said there wouldn't be side affects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a lot more I'd like to talk about, but the McDonalds talk made me hungry and I need to sleep too.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-108007072743864876?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108007072743864876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/108007072743864876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007072743864876' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-107953856473233422</id><published>2004-03-17T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T07:52:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing funny to say sadly.  I didn't have a lot of time to stand back and think.........Because work has been sucking all week.  Sucks squirrel nuts (those fury little killers).  All of third shift has been having a couple bad weeks in a row, and we're getting shit for it.  WTF  Everyone has a bad week here and there.  There are only 3 press operators on 3rd, then 2 crane and setup men, and our team leader(he does a little of everything)  and the other two shifts have 7 operators and so on.  But the sad thing is, we make more parts than the other shifts......We average 60 more dies a month than the other two and with less than half the workers.  No one ever says "good job" or anything like that, they just wait until we have a messed up week and they're on our asses.............................Dicks.  &lt;br /&gt;A Japanese man was watching me today and came up to me to tell me to work harder.  After already having a shitty night I turned, looked down at him and asked him if he watched the other shifts.  After saying no, I told him he'd be very surprised how hard they work.  &lt;br /&gt;After every month we have to calculate the amount of hours worked that month and the amount of parts we made.  Since I've been there (roughly five months) I have made more parts than the two shifts that work my press and the other 3 that work at 1208 (the other 800 ton press....We basically run the same dies)  Like last month,  I worked the least out of the 6 of us that work the 800 tons.  The second best operator is Dan (he runs 1208 during 3rd),  he pressed a little over 164,000 parts and his average per hour was around 1300 parts (which is good)  I pressed 210,000 parts, and my average was 1800 parts per hour.  SO NO LITTLE JAPANESE PEOPLE SHOULD BE TELLING ME TO WORK HARDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, it just gets me made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,  nothing funny :S&lt;br /&gt;I'm just eating what's left of my attempt at making French Toast!!!!!!!!!.  Yuck&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I'll have a better night tonight.  If so, then I might come up with a few things for tomorrow's blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-107953856473233422?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107953856473233422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107953856473233422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953856473233422' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-107946493311976241</id><published>2004-03-16T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:25:29.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a lot to say this time.  &lt;br /&gt;I had a list of things that popped in my head over the weekend.  There were a lot of funny ones, but I really can't remember them.  OH WELL, they'll eventually pop back in there.  &lt;br /&gt;Went to Evansville this weekend.  Had a great time. (was with great company, and who knows what may be waiting for her this weekend)  Went to Texas Roadhouse......Had steak and bad mashed potatoes.  Went to see "Secret Window", and got my keys stuck in the truck.  Great movie........All I'll say is "Lookout for fury little animals.  They see everything. Also, Ted's an ASS"  that is all.  Hopefully, I'll be inspired at work for tomorrow's blog.  With any luck it'll be as funny as previous blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you liked the vinyl and roses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-107946493311976241?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107946493311976241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107946493311976241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107946493311976241' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-107902177049838999</id><published>2004-03-11T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T08:36:19.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't set time aside to write in my blog for a while.  I was visiting with friends during the weekend, and sleeping about 10 hours the last two days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that bothers me:  Days of Our Lives(yes I watch it....I'm up during the day, and there's nothing on TV, so drop it) I usually watch 'Days' and laugh at the terrible writing.  My sister and I always said we'd make great "soap" writers, just think of the corniest crap you can, and stretch out a day in the show for a month.  But anyways.  I was watching today and I realized, it's night time.  It's been night time on the show since Valentines.  It's still the same day.  People wonder why 'Days' is going downhill, well maybe it's because it takes an entire month to cover 12 hours.  Maybe that's it.  Plus no one has gone to sleep yet.  WTF &lt;br /&gt;Then another thought.  It's strange how it takes them months to go through a week.  But they always seem to have their holiday shows.  How does that work? Days spends a month just on one night, and somehow they'll jump to the next holiday.  I don't know about you, but considering the talent of some of their writers........I think those remaining 325 days of the year would actually be more entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Enough of those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Something else I watched today....Maury.  Now you'd think that Maury is a show that has people that have gone through troubles and overcome them (and it does).  However, sometimes to get more ratings I assume, Maury will have those, "Hot or Not" or "Man or Woman?" or "I Messed Up And Got Pregnant at 16, Now I'm 24 with 6 Kids and I Don't Know Who's The Daddy, Please Maury I Need A DNA Test"  kind of shows.  Personally, I think the last one is the dumbest.  Who can screw so many people and not have an idea who the dad is.  Oh, then it's great when they say they brought the only 2 men they've been with and neither is the father.  Who's the Daddy now?  Who's the Daddy?  &lt;br /&gt;But that's not my thought for the day.  Today Maury had one of those "Man Or Woman" shows.  It's funny to see all these people dressed in tight woman's clothing walking around, thinking they're on a runway or something.....You're on a "Man or Woman" show, either way your life can't be that great.  Then the audience is even better.  Everyone's whistling and cheering.  My thought to the guys: "Dude, you could be whistling at another Dude.  All the looks in the world won't get rid of what my be between those legs."  Also during the entire show, the audience gives their '2 cents' in who, or what they think the guests are.  Then at the end, when they tell which ones are really men....The guys in the audience are all pissed off.  My thought,"I told ya man,  you shouldn't have whistled to that one.  The Adams Apple was a dead giveaway man!!.  You've gotta wait till the end of the show and make sure there isn't a grape vine between those legs..........................................THEN YOU WHISTLE"&lt;br /&gt;But also another thought on the show,  a little more serious and it's truly something I'm wondering about.  The women that were BORN women.  Everyone in the audience thinks they're guys, and at the end......The women are laughing at the fact they fooled them and that the crowd was completely wrong.  Wouldn't that make a woman feel like crap?  To know that everyone in front of you thinks you look like a guy.  Yeah, you may prove them wrong, but still!!!.....You look like a dude.  &lt;br /&gt;............................................................I'd feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly, this will probably be my one and only blog for the week.  Since I'm a day ahead at work, tonight might be my last night of work until Sunday.  I usually work at least one day during the weekend, and I asked off for Saturday, but I think I might get both nights this weekend off.  If so, I'm going to head to E'ville tomorrow. I'll probably just shoot the shit with Stump, hang around his apartment and try to get some sleep for Saturday.................(yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Brief Look On What Happened Last Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Bought my truck..................OH YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with friends, and let them drive the truck.  " OK K, that's enough donuts."&lt;br /&gt;Started another week of work Sunday night..............yay  :P&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!Other great news, I've got the big weight scale back from sis!!!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-107902177049838999?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107902177049838999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107902177049838999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902177049838999' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-107841084485203676</id><published>2004-03-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T06:39:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every once and a while when I'm at work, something strange and usually stupid will pop in my mind.  Tonight, I was thinking about our country's claimed weight problems.&lt;br /&gt;Studies show that we live in the fattest (or least physically active) country in the world.  If that's true, my thought is "then why do we kick so much ass in the Olympics?" ohhhhh, I bet no one thought of that one.  &lt;br /&gt; Seriously, every 2 years, it's like the other countries shouldn't bother to show up.  Yeah sometimes other countries win a gold here and there.  But without a doubt, we clean house.  &lt;br /&gt;Also, I have an issue with our scales.  If we are so "fat" then why are they making plastic weight scales?  Yeah they are lighter and cheaper to make, but come on!!! Think of the people.  20 years ago, our scales were made of nothing but steel and you couldn't move one by yourself .  BUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!  We have these little plastic boxes about the size of a piece of paper.  &lt;br /&gt;One morning, I went to the bathroom to wash my arms after getting back from work, and I see this little black scale on the floor.  It's about the size of 4 CD cases laid together in a square.  This has to be the dumbest idea anyone has ever thought of.  Usually you use a scale more whenever your trying to lose weight.  Now most people that are overweight have larger than normal feet.  If that's not true, then something is wrong with me.  Anyways, the scale is so small that I have to but my heels together and put my toes apart just to see the how much I weigh, so that means my toes hang off the sides of that scale.  Plus, when I step off the scale, it starts to make cracking noises.  It's always a boost to your self-esteem whenever the scale starts to crackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-107841084485203676?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107841084485203676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107841084485203676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841084485203676' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-107823152957719692</id><published>2004-03-02T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T04:50:26.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day two...............Unsuccessful in completing all goals for yesterday.  I woke up last night to find myself still in front of the computer, and still no Ozzfest tickets, but I'm off to an early start today.  Not a lot to talk about today, I've just been thinking about this weekend, and last.  Wondering if certain situations will turn out as I hope.   Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-107823152957719692?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107823152957719692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107823152957719692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823152957719692' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6557489.post-107815992104195864</id><published>2004-03-01T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T08:58:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is no doubt my first attempt at a blog of my own.  &lt;br /&gt;Today, like every other weekday, started out with me coming home from work.  However, I actually have some goals to strive for this morning.  First was to set up my AIM again......SUCCESS!!!! I finally got my messenger back, and I've added a few very important people to it.  Second, is to start this, so far so good.  I've already gone to a blog, and I hope to figure out how to reply to her, since she told me to over the weekend, so I won't disappoint her.  Also, I'm getting Ozzfest tickets for me and 3 other special people.  I must be going, time is limited and I have only a few hours left till I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6557489-107815992104195864?l=hoopdablah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107815992104195864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6557489/posts/default/107815992104195864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopdablah.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815992104195864' title=''/><author><name>perry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186078687181367291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
