<?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-4938524426682411728</id><updated>2011-08-28T17:47:36.739-06:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='AIG'/><category term='Work.'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='Bones'/><category term='Universe'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='Stargate'/><category term='House'/><category term='Lea Michelle'/><category term='television'/><category term='Finance'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The World as I See It.</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever I care to see:

&lt;i&gt;Politics. Pop Culture. My life. My opinion.&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-6606551781586782040</id><published>2011-08-28T17:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:47:36.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't Blogged in awhile</title><content type='html'>Wow, I suck at updates.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I last checked in, the economy has gone even more in the toilet, we have a crappy universal healthcare bill that passed, Lindsey Lohan has been arrested 100 million more times, Stargate Universe was cancelled, Bones is pregnant on &lt;i&gt;Bones, House &lt;/i&gt;went to the slammer, and I got really sick of writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I was in school, and I don't think many people read this stuff. Mostly this is a forum for me to express my opinion. You may agree with me or not. Well, I suppose I'm back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-6606551781586782040?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/6606551781586782040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=6606551781586782040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/6606551781586782040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/6606551781586782040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-havent-blogged-in-awhile.html' title='I haven&apos;t Blogged in awhile'/><author><name>Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04414123116333477330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-4630445422463638236</id><published>2009-11-29T04:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:00:59.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lea Michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>I love Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn fine show. It reminds me of when I was in Choir, a super dorky person only surpassed in dorkiness by well . . . band. That conservative family watch organization says that this show is too socially unacceptable to be a family show. I disagree. All right--it's no Sesame Street. I give you that. (BTW did you know that Sesame Street used to be a pretty gritty show? It was originally made for inner city kids.) But let's state it how it is--things ain't the way they used to be. Truly this show is great and I invite everyone to watch it. It's wonderful. I love musicals, I love quirky comedy. Glee has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has good singing and decent acting. Yeah the actor who plays Finn isn't such a great singer. Actually he's just all right. But Lea Michelle blows pretty much everyone out of the water. She's --well how do you put this without being an idiot--WOW. I love her voice. She's not the best actress, but damn that girl can sing. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. Seriously. It's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-4630445422463638236?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/4630445422463638236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=4630445422463638236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4630445422463638236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4630445422463638236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/11/glee.html' title='Glee'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-4488679019485488970</id><published>2009-11-10T23:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:42:28.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stargate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Stargate Universe. I hate it and let me count the reasons why.</title><content type='html'>Ok. So maybe you read the title of my post and find it flameworthy. Well let me tell you--Stargate Universe has been a source of anger a lot recently. I've just spent the better part of an hour reading all these different views online. Several people seem to be upset with the way this show has been going. There are several different arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stargate is supposed to be a family show. Yes, indeed it is! For several years Stargate has had decent science fiction without having to get to graphic. And what are we treated to in the first episode? Lieutenant James f*ck!ng some girl in the closet on base (the one that will forever be known as the chick with the big boobs). Right. Let me get this straight. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;criticizing the actor. The actor is pretty good, and he is definitely easy on the eyes. He is very easy on the eyes. Same with the Airman with the big boobs. I'm not complaining here, but for some reason I just can't remember her name. . .  which brings me to the next argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This show objectifies women. (Not in a Positive way Joseph Mallozzi). It is not possible to objectify women in a positive way. And I know you guys know how to write strong, wonderful women who do not grate on the personality. Point-in-case. Sam Carter. Fantastic character. Well written. And she is very pretty. What are we treated to? A Lesbian character who barely has three words. The senator's daughter who all she can do is complain. Some chick who plays an Airman with gigantic boobs. And I don't even know her name! That's how bad the portrayal of women are on this show. They are shown as snivelling idiots who don't know how to keep themselves together on this damn show that I'm trying to care about, but not really succeeding. This seems to be seriously based on the 'male' perspective. We see women who are not really strong (or if they are strong, they have some seriously lessened screen time like Ming-Na), and who just are there for the sexual aspect. I know that this show is on 'Syfy' and is directed towards the male demographic but seriously? Taking showers and Eli filming the senator's daughter --naked. Truly a low point. Awful. And that's what we call a fail! Especially in the female department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The show doesn't make characters that we care about. The only character that I truly like on the show is Eli Wallace. He is a likable guy with a less than perfect past. But he is nice, has a sense of humor. But the lead character Robert Carlyle headlines is obnoxious, and I hate his character. I think that Carlyle is an excellent actor, but his character is the pits. I'm not seeing any redeeming qualities. As one post read "I'm trying to find something to like about Carlyle's character. I really want to. It's just not happening." That's how I feel. The main actor on the show should have some redeeming qualities. It is just awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The show has ruined Stargate for me and I don't want to watch anymore. This is a more general thing to think about. In last Friday's episode, Jack O'Neill and the IOA tried to force the people to come home. I just don't see O'Neill's character being like that. Ugh. It almost made me hate Jack O'Neill, and he is one of my favorite sci-fi characters hands down. He is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried now for several weeks to latch onto the characters of this show. I cannot. It seems to have the right ideas, the post-post modern feel that our society has seemingly latched onto. But it doesn't work. As one of my friends said, "They're trying to be to Battlestar Galactica." Yeah with their shaky camera angles and degrading ship. Ugh.  It is really just not working. It's like Sex in the City in Space. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loyal Stargate viewer. I have been watching this show since 1998. That is eleven years devoted to this show. When Atlantis came out, I had immediately embraced it. I know this show is getting ratings, but the people who really care about the Stargate universe, those loyal fans who have been around for ages don't seem to like it. Shouldn't you producers listen to our stink? We really do mean well. We love the show. Heck I love BSG, but Stargate is not BSG. It's Stargate. Let's not forget that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-4488679019485488970?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/4488679019485488970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=4488679019485488970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4488679019485488970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4488679019485488970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/11/stargate-universe-i-hate-it-and-let-me.html' title='Stargate Universe. I hate it and let me count the reasons why.'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-7552156672895500515</id><published>2009-05-19T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:21:26.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek Reboot</title><content type='html'>The new Star Trek movie that J.J. Abrams lovingly crafted for us Trekkies among others was awesome. I happened to see this gem of a movie on premier day. What an experience! It was wonderful to finally be going to  a movie that had to do with Trek. I (among most Trekkies) have been Star Trek starved. Thanks to Abrams, the show has become relevant again, as well as popular. If you haven't seen this movie yet, you really should. It is definitely worth the viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Star Trek was first imagined by the likes of Gene Roddenberry so many years ago, I doubted that he realized that it would become a phenomenon. It did and more so. After so many years in production, some how Star Trek lost its relevance. Paramount had played it out to the max. The production company had milked the idea until there was nothing left except a few old Trekkies, and a few of us younger ones (me!). Star Trek was for the nerd, the dork, the person who lived in the basement of their mother's house, the person who couldn't get their lives straight (or at least it was thought to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became hooked on this show back in 1994. My parents would only let me watch a few shows on tv. They deemed Star Trek and Star Trek: The Next Generation to be programs that were clean enough for viewing? I suppose that they thought "Since this show is set in space, there should be no problem with our impressionable daughter to view it." Since that moment, I have loved Star Trek in all of it's incarnations, even with the failure of Star Trek: Enterprise. I, with other fans waited for Star Trek to one day become relevant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you J.J. Abrams, for making Star Trek relevant again. I loved this movie. I can't wait for the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-7552156672895500515?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/7552156672895500515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=7552156672895500515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/7552156672895500515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/7552156672895500515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek-reboot.html' title='Star Trek Reboot'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-8663454256521099413</id><published>2009-05-15T01:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:31:02.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>So my friend is getting married. Congrats to him and I wish him the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with the institution of marriage? Shall those who do not fall among those hetero not be able to get hitched? Shall those who are not allowed to even think the name of that who is their significant partner not be able to take that next step? I say no. I say no again. I say what is this marriage thing that supposedly binds our country together that forces those hets to be with hets and those who are homo not to be with other homos? What's the problem here? Why is it not allowed in our country to be able to be with whomever you chose? Why is it that my friends can't even say simple wedding vows? Why is it that my mother thinks that if we allow the gays to get married, that those who endorse bestiality will be allowed to do their thing? I say that beastiality is not homosexuality. I say that everyone should be accorded the same rights as those who happen to be straight. Why not? If we must mince words, let's take religion out of it. It is now not marriage but as civil partnership, with all those accorded the same rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. they're not bothering anyone. What's the problem? Am I affected if my neighbor is gay and he/she gets married? Is this the end of society? I think not!   The conservatives call it a moral issue, but is it really? Is it really what we should consider to be our driving force, that which makes us. Is it? Or should we understand that everyone deserves to be happy and free to enjoy life. We really should. We should and hopefully one day we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand were the conservatives are coming from. They are afraid of change, of what they consider to be morality. Is it really a moral issue, or are they just afraid of the unknown?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-8663454256521099413?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/8663454256521099413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=8663454256521099413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8663454256521099413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8663454256521099413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/05/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-8583309924696047243</id><published>2009-05-14T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:58:41.148-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>Dead Denny, Dead Cuthroat Bitch, and other Obligatory Hallucinations</title><content type='html'>Has anyone been noticing the trend of several major television shows this year to use hallucinations to further storylines? I'm talking about Dead Denny in Grey's Anatomy. OMG! How annoying. I'm talking about Amber in House and Stewie in Bones. All right man we get the point. Interesting that every show that I enjoy watching has employed the use of this 'time honored tradition' for a cheap laugh. Brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good storytelling seems to have gone by the wayside this season. No I don't like to see Dead Denny. Yes Shonda Rhimes, I know that you're sad that you killed off a great character. (Gave Katy Heigl an Emmy too.) Yes I know that and I regret it too (that Denny is dead, not that KH got an Emmy). Having Denny and Izzy have dead sex was very strange. Very weird.  Especially with Alex in the next room. With this season of Grey's Anatomy, I seriously felt like ripping out all my hair in frustration. And believe me, I have a lot of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Shore, you know I love your show. It rocks. I am a huge House fan. But what was up with the Amber hallucination. Yes, Anne Dudek is quite a dish, and it influenced how House was thinking. It even helped him sort out some of his feelings for Cuddy. But holy crap, what was the deal with Cuddy and House NOT having sex. It was also a hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Bones. I just ranted about that, so I won't do it again. But Booth, having a brain tumor? Seeing Stewie from Family Guy. Ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-8583309924696047243?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/8583309924696047243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=8583309924696047243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8583309924696047243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8583309924696047243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-denny-dead-cuthroat-bitch-and.html' title='Dead Denny, Dead Cuthroat Bitch, and other Obligatory Hallucinations'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-6235261947179947322</id><published>2009-05-14T17:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:43:37.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones and Whaaaa?</title><content type='html'>After years of teasing us with will they or won't they. They have. Well, at least that's what Hart Hanson, showrunner, and Exec Producer promised us. I'm talking about Booth and Brennan, no holds barred, in bed together. Well, they got together after four years of questions, but it's not exactly what I would call a homerun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/SgyqOL50n6I/AAAAAAAAABU/6My_qX53Mqg/s1600-h/snapshot20090514173015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/SgyqOL50n6I/AAAAAAAAABU/6My_qX53Mqg/s320/snapshot20090514173015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335826819217399714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I watched the Bones season finale just now. I am pissed. Let down as a very loyal Bones viewer. The episode opens with Booth and Brennan in bed together just like Hart Hanson (Bones' Exec Producer) promised. The camera pans out while they are finally 'doing the deed'. Holy crap. We find out that there is this alternate universe where the Jeffersonian exists as a nightclub called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lab&lt;/span&gt;. This nightclub is run by the same people who usually work at the Jeffersonian or are affiliated with Booth and Brennan in some way. B&amp;amp;B are married by the way! They kiss every other minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this episode seriously piss me off? Well, obviously throughout the series, Booth is in love with Brennan. He realizes this and it's fascinating to watch the way the two partners play off each other. Brennan, the totally rational one does not believe in love, saying that it is only a chemical reaction. Slowly as the series has progressed, Brennan has become more human to me, more aware of her feelings. She even shows them more often. A recent episode had her and Sweets (their psychologist) sharing 'scars'. Brennan shared a horrible story about being locked in a trunk for three days when she broke a dish in her foster parents home. Awful. Anyway, you when you see Booth's face, you can see that he's very much in love with her, and hates to see her so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the ending of Bones. In the previous episode Brennan had gone into the operating room with Booth because of his brain tumor. She, as he put it, was rational, logical and would quite frankly know when the doctors were screwing up because she was a genius. Episode 25 ends with Booth going to the operating room with Dr. Brennan accompanying him. Well now we go to episode 26, the season finale of Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it, we find that Brennan has been typing on her laptop. She writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that's the sad truth. Maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. That's the burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/SgyqmKu5ytI/AAAAAAAAABc/ScxNFS6Y7yo/s1600-h/snapshot20090514173146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/SgyqmKu5ytI/AAAAAAAAABc/ScxNFS6Y7yo/s320/snapshot20090514173146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335827231220026066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I read this correctly, Brennan realizes that she loves Booth. When Booth wakes up, she rushes to his side, informing him that he had been in a coma for four days, asking why he didn't come back to her sooner, glad that he is back. She wants to be with him. He looks up at her and says that he doesn't recognize her. I give props to Emily Deschanel. She is an excellent actor. The love that she conveys is immense. And holy crap. That torch that Booth has been carrying for Brennan is now gone and Booth no longer realizes that he loves her so much. This begs the question: What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a whiner. But seriously that was a true cop out. What the heck man? Hart Hanson promised that they would be in in bed together for real. That was a dream all in Booth's hallucinatory mind. While he was in a coma. Gosh I feel a little cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does change things though. The dynamic of who loves whom changes here. Booth will have to rediscover his feelings for Brennan.  They'd better. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-6235261947179947322?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/6235261947179947322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=6235261947179947322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/6235261947179947322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/6235261947179947322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/05/bones-and-whaaaa.html' title='Bones and Whaaaa?'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/SgyqOL50n6I/AAAAAAAAABU/6My_qX53Mqg/s72-c/snapshot20090514173015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-5861548086462624947</id><published>2009-05-10T18:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:46:03.999-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Financial Clusterf*ck</title><content type='html'>Our country is in quite a bind. What are we to do? Oh yes. Mr. President, what are we to do? How are you helping us now? What's your plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country is screwed. No one can truly doubt that. Thank you to the wonderful previous president. He did quite a bang up job. We are not truly and totally f*cked. Awesome. I'm not president. Thank god for that. Obama has some really tough choices to make right now. What is he going to do? He's give a lot of money to failing auto companies. And they're taking trips, some expensive trips on planes that they can nary afford. And what's Obama doing about it? Really nothing. Is he even trying? Or is he just a figurehead. I guess that's what he is. A figurehead. Wow. I think he's trying. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economic crisis is hitting us hard, and I'm sure it's going to get worse. As my aunt said, she hasn't seen this many people lose their jobs since the Depression (Maybe that's an exaggeration). Am I the only one who thinks that Obama is not up to the task at hand? Yes, he's gotten stellar approval ratings within the last 100 days. Over a 62% approval rating.  I don't think that's going to carry him through office though. I can see the Republicans practically salivating in the background--those NeoCons waiting for Obama to fail. "Haha," they say, "look who you elected into office and look how he's failing." Well Republicans! There is so much blame to go around. You tend to place all the blame on 'Those Damn Liberals' as my mother would say. Well perhaps they haven't made some sound judgments--but neither have you Mr. Republican! The American Public has spoken! You are the weakest link. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come'on people--we're in a crisis. A financial crisis. Let's get our shit together. Stop trying to browbeat each other into submission. We see that there's a problem. Let's work together. Government is a necessary evil. No I didn't vote for Obama or McCain. But does it matter now? Obama is our president. Stop throwing tea parties. This is rediculous. Let's get behind our president, even though I may not agree with his politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-5861548086462624947?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/5861548086462624947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=5861548086462624947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5861548086462624947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5861548086462624947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/05/financial-clusterfck.html' title='Financial Clusterf*ck'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-2861831987534130914</id><published>2009-04-06T10:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:18:06.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlestar Galactica Finale: Here's to hope! (But you'd better watch it.)</title><content type='html'>I watched the last BSG episode with sadness. What a fitting end to a brilliant show. If you haven't seen this show yet, this is one that you need to watch. It's dark and twisty--not like the Meredith Grey cheesyness storylines of 'yore'--but it has a beauty that a dark wonder to behold. For almost five years Ronald D. Moore and crew brought us Battlestar Galactica reimagined. I loved it immensely. It will be missed. It had a different take on science fiction as a whole, the dystopian view of Caprica, the overt sexuality, the use of cuss words. Notably 'frak' instead of 'f*ck'. But while there was this inherent darkness to this amazing show, there was an understood hope, a desire to find earth, a planet to live on. There was the desire for the human race to survive, to make it. The human race, with their anger towards the Cylon nation, who as we find out are inextricably linked to the destiny of the two dissidents uniting in one common goal--survival of a race. It was a beautiful story taken one step at a time. No one saw the twists and the turns that would lead up to the wonderful complete ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leading theme throughout the show was "What has happened will happen again." How interesting was that? We find out that there was an original colony of humans who had settled on earth. Earth had become a nuclear wasteland. Cylons and humans were forced to move on. Move on they did. They found another place to settle, calling that home. Earth became a thing of the past. It became something of legend. I found myself wondering if us (we humans today) were their past, or if we were the future. This was answered in the finale in a very interesting way. Unlike the darkness of the series as a whole, the creators of the show offered a finale of hope. Even they couldn't run away from humanity's optimism that although we fail, we can still try try try try again.  Of course, they did it with a warning about what will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-2861831987534130914?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/2861831987534130914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=2861831987534130914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/2861831987534130914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/2861831987534130914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/04/battlestar-galactica-finale-heres-to.html' title='Battlestar Galactica Finale: Here&apos;s to hope! (But you&apos;d better watch it.)'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-8554647848059296305</id><published>2009-03-26T12:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:02:13.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Erica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScvDL15fWrI/AAAAAAAAABM/FgwlNqZ-YRw/s1600-h/being-erica-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317558393255189170" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 252px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScvDL15fWrI/AAAAAAAAABM/FgwlNqZ-YRw/s320/being-erica-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being Erica is an extremely great show. I started watching it on a whim. Not being able to find much out about the show after some extensive Googling, I just decided to give it a try. Erin Karpluk is amazing as Erica Strange, a really pathetic over-educated, underachiever from Toronto, Ontario in Canada. We first see her at a dead end job answering phones at an insurance company. She gets fired, her internet boyfriend cancels a date on her, she gets rained on, and goes into Anaphylactic shock from accidently eating nuts. She meets Dr. Tom, a man who she thinks is a therapist. He is a therapist. . . of sorts. He gives her the chance of going back in time in order to fix things that she has messed up in the past. Sort of like Quantum Leap meets chick flick. Love it. Everyone should watch it. &lt;p&gt;The point that Dr. Tom is coming to in the show for Erica, is no matter what you do to change the past, it doesn't really matter because chances are the only thing that is truly important is how you live your life and grow change things from past mistakes. Erica can't say no to people, and is unsure of herself and how she wants to live her life. Dr. Tom is there to guide her through her past and teach her how to grow in herself. And it's hilarious, touching, and well-written.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-8554647848059296305?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/8554647848059296305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=8554647848059296305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8554647848059296305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8554647848059296305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-erica.html' title='Being Erica'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScvDL15fWrI/AAAAAAAAABM/FgwlNqZ-YRw/s72-c/being-erica-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-5780432860326607319</id><published>2009-03-20T17:48:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:01:27.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones and Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScQr8_SSdtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i0NXhpkNwXU/s1600-h/denny-duquette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScQr8_SSdtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i0NXhpkNwXU/s320/denny-duquette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315421786984314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched the new episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; this morning. It seems to be getting better all the time. First of all there is no more Dead Denny. Ick. He was definitely getting tiresome. Don't get me wrong. I love Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He is awesome. However, have you seen him in Weeds? Well if you haven't, you really should. He is a very dashing man and I love his voice. No wonder Izzy's character fell for him. I would also fall for a charasmatic sickly man with a heart of gold who was hot for me. Who wouldn't? But alas, Denny was only around to be the harbinger of bad news a.k.a Izzy is dying. She found out last week that she has Melanoma which has metastasized on her brain and liver. She has less than a 5% chance of surviving. She's a dead duck. Hmmm I suppose all those rumors of Katey Heigl and T.R. Knight leaving the show are true. Show runner Shonda Rhimes says they aren't leaving. Well Ms. Rhimes, I think you were found out last month when loquacious James Pickens dropped the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the recycled plotlines that they're using across the two shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Private Practice&lt;/span&gt; a la Violet-Pete-Sheldon and Intern Steve and the other two people. Who da baby daddy? Is this necessary. I suppose when you're only one person, you can really only come up with some ideas until you run out. Okay, let's figure this out Shonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScQwFMZMaeI/AAAAAAAAABE/-NFjrl7ItxI/s1600-h/bones_2shot014_field230145_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScQwFMZMaeI/AAAAAAAAABE/-NFjrl7ItxI/s320/bones_2shot014_field230145_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315426325988403682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not really loving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bones &lt;/span&gt;this season. One of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bones'&lt;/span&gt; best features is great emphasis on character development, and the little emphasis placed on the case. However there has to be a balance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bones &lt;/span&gt;needs to get a little more into the case and get a little out of the idea of character development. I mean we've seen character development aplenty on this show. Let's get into some cases. And the releasing of Zach Addy's character last season for no reason at all? What's up with that. He was one of the most popular characters on the show. And of course we found out this season that the reason he went to jail is completely pointless, because he didn't actually kill anyone. Wow what a rediculous plot point. Also, Hodgins and Angela breaking up? That was one of the strangest breakups that I've ever seen. Same with Angela's breakup with Roxie this week. Very very strange. I ask the writers--is the only relationship you care about between Bones and Booth? Is that it. I tell you that it is not enough. Let's see further character development between Angela and Hodgins. Let's bring back Zach and get rid of the endless parade of interns that I hate! However, as a major fan of Booth and Brennan, I still want to enjoy their relationship. They're getting together this season. Finally. B 'n B are going to have little B 'n B's? Yeah. I love it. Emily Deschanel and David Boreanaz have such great chemistry. I'm not saying that I hate them at all. I just love the other characters too. So writers, as Rod Tidwel from that rediculous movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerry McGuire &lt;/span&gt;said, "Show me the money."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-5780432860326607319?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/5780432860326607319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=5780432860326607319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5780432860326607319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5780432860326607319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/03/bones-and-greys-anatomy.html' title='Bones and Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScQr8_SSdtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/i0NXhpkNwXU/s72-c/denny-duquette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-5027113482078401803</id><published>2009-03-19T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:14:52.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha Richardson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScKJbqZ0NRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lxVTwd3vSKk/s1600-h/NatashaRichardson-1-300-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314961618582648082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScKJbqZ0NRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lxVTwd3vSKk/s320/NatashaRichardson-1-300-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being entranced by Natasha Richardson's great abilities as an actress back in 1998 when I saw her in the remake of the &lt;em&gt;Parent Trap&lt;/em&gt;. She was wonderful, engaging, and a totally beatiful character up on screen. I had seen her in other films like &lt;em&gt;Nell&lt;/em&gt;. Even I, in my fourteen year old brain could figure that out. What a great actress. My heartfelt best wishes go out to the family in this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a lot of people have died from skiing accidents. Sonny Bono is another notable person. &lt;a href="http:///"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_famous_skiing_deaths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-5027113482078401803?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/5027113482078401803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=5027113482078401803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5027113482078401803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5027113482078401803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/03/natasha-richardson.html' title='Natasha Richardson'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScKJbqZ0NRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lxVTwd3vSKk/s72-c/NatashaRichardson-1-300-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-7040826905709588412</id><published>2009-03-19T11:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:59:54.935-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIG'/><title type='text'>AIG</title><content type='html'>Hey no one is more incensed than I that AIG is giving out millions of dollars in bonuses to its employees for a 'job well done'. Wow. What garbage. We should be angry. What a waste of taxpayers money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However let's not forget some key points here. These bonuses were already on the employees contracts before AIG knew that they were going to tank. Most likely when Obama signed the Stimulus package, he knew that the employees were up for their bonuses. Our Congress is a very special group of people. They are acting so very angry with AIG employees but are forgetting to mention that they are also trying to pass legislation to give themselves raises for a 'job well done.' Wow. Very interesting when Iowa Sen. Charles Grassley tells AIG employees that they should just commit suicide. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090317/ap_on_go_co/grassley_aig"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is up with that B.S.? You go commit suicide Senator Grassley. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScKIBGPhRuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mCbH5xz8zL8/s1600-h/capt.ee44d250eed24f69a6e6dd91e7c1a9f8.grassley_aig_ny127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScKIBGPhRuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mCbH5xz8zL8/s320/capt.ee44d250eed24f69a6e6dd91e7c1a9f8.grassley_aig_ny127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314960062687561442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-7040826905709588412?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/7040826905709588412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=7040826905709588412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/7040826905709588412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/7040826905709588412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2009/03/aig.html' title='AIG'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hwJPVbILH0/ScKIBGPhRuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mCbH5xz8zL8/s72-c/capt.ee44d250eed24f69a6e6dd91e7c1a9f8.grassley_aig_ny127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-4989601626951767961</id><published>2007-12-17T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:26:45.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my Aunt Grace's funeral. Wow. It was possibly the worst send off for a person who was so vivacious and full of life. The Officiant didn't even know her. He made it almost as unreligious as possible. I felt so out of place. By the end of the funeral I wanted to roll my eyes and/or cry. The pastor didn't understand who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a darling lady. I only knew her in her later years. By that time she was already older. She and her husband Joe would give us gifts at Christmas and sometimes I would sit with Uncle Joe and talk about many different things. She was always running around, ready to lend a helping hand. She would bring treats for the dogs who would always accompany our extended family on trips. She was quite thoughtful like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Joe gave us so much as people. They were our second grandparents. I remember that Grace would always have a treat for me and my brother. She would always laugh a lot. To my mother's chagrin, she would always take pictures of all of the family, even when it wasn't necessary. She was larger than life. She was our faces. She was a center of our family. She was such a giving person. She will be sorely missed. The time that I spent with her, while brief will be remembered with wonderment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Grace gave up on life when Joe died two years ago. The sparkle somehow went out of her eyes. She was tired. She lived almost every moment of her life with Joe and she missed him deeply. When my parents and I went to Joe's funeral, she didn't even recognize me. She barely recognized my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace was done with trying to live. She had cancer, she was in pain. She wanted to go. She convalesced for these last two years in a nursing home, holding onto life--however barely. One of the last times my parents saw her alive, she would go in and out of recognizing them. I suppose if I was an 82 year old woman whom had lived with my partner for more than 55 years, and he had died, I suppose it would be time to go for me too. Missing someone and being alone--even if there are people around you is a difficult situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this special lady, I wanted to say a proper goodbye. Yes, probably no one will read this post, but I do and I miss you Aunt Grace. You are a beautiful lady on the outside and on the inside. Wherever you are, I hope that you are happy and finally at rest with Joe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-4989601626951767961?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/4989601626951767961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=4989601626951767961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4989601626951767961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4989601626951767961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-4898471095518721289</id><published>2007-10-08T17:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:01:28.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your funeral . . . Trek Style</title><content type='html'>So they've done it again. It wasn't enough that you could eat food that was featured on Star Trek, or that a space shuttle and a carrier was named "Enterprise." No, it's not just that you have Trek themed weddings or you go to jury duty in your uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you can take it with you to the afterlife. Want to be buried in the ground in style? Love Star Trek. Now you can. I think tney're even coming out with a Vulcan themed urn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. This is no joke. A company  that specializes in funeral products is seeking approval with CBS for certain designs. They are even thinking about a Klingon funeral. Qapla'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. href="http://trekmovie.com/2007/10/08/first-look-at-star-trek-funeral-products/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-4898471095518721289?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/4898471095518721289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=4898471095518721289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4898471095518721289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4898471095518721289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-your-funeral-trek-style.html' title='It&apos;s your funeral . . . Trek Style'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-1716388826725823661</id><published>2007-07-11T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:19:49.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't need people</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I like to make lists about various things. So today I thought I would give my top reasons why I don't need people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why I Don't Need People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People suck.&lt;br /&gt;2. They bring a lot of drama with them.&lt;br /&gt;3. They have baggage.&lt;br /&gt;4. People lie.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have to put up with bullsh!t&lt;br /&gt;6. Bragging rights are a b!tch.&lt;br /&gt;7. Arguments&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a tendency to spend money on people.&lt;br /&gt;9. Waste of time&lt;br /&gt;10. Squander away their life as well as mine&lt;br /&gt;11. My television can make a better companion.&lt;br /&gt;12. Inanimate objects don't talk back to you.&lt;br /&gt;13. Gossip is unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;14. I find myself to be a worse person depending on the people I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;15. Disagreements are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;17. I have my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;18. I can dance with myself (not well, but I still can!)&lt;br /&gt;19. I really feel I don't need them.&lt;br /&gt;20. Being a hermit can be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;21. Codependency is complete bullsh!t. If you can't hang out and be by yourself you have some serious problems.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-1716388826725823661?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/1716388826725823661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=1716388826725823661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/1716388826725823661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/1716388826725823661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-i-dont-need-people.html' title='Why I don&apos;t need people'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-5485361076142689560</id><published>2007-07-10T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:40:45.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate hail.</title><content type='html'>I hate hail. It scares the sh!t out of me. And when it's really hailing hard I have a difficult time listening to it. Actually most weather pisses me off. I mean, if it can't be hailing or it can't be raining--it's sunny and it's 90 to 100 degrees of fun or 30 degrees or below. Cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is such a fickle thing, especially where I live. People actually say all the time--don't trust the weatherman--he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. Damn straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it's stopped raining and/or hailing for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-5485361076142689560?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/5485361076142689560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=5485361076142689560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5485361076142689560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5485361076142689560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-hail.html' title='I hate hail.'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-5585289028761816554</id><published>2007-06-11T04:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T04:41:02.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare I say it. . . today may be my lucky year. . .</title><content type='html'>Ah, so I met someone. Someone who is so very perfect for me. This person loves life, is intelligent. . . and oh yeah, totally so much hotter than me. What am I supposed to do. I have very low self-esteem but this person says that they like me. Oh how I wish I had words to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, but it hurts. A_______ swears that I'm attractive and beautiful and worth it. I suppose that I should believe her. But when your best friend says that, well, how is a girl really supposed to believe it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm digging how I feel right now. I'm allowing myself to be in the moment for this one time. Happiness is fleeting and sadness comes. I need this I suppose. I need to believe that it is possible to connect with someone who is beautiful outside as well as inside. &lt;br /&gt;Or I have to believe I'm undatable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-5585289028761816554?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/5585289028761816554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=5585289028761816554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5585289028761816554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5585289028761816554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/06/dare-i-say-it-today-may-be-my-lucky.html' title='Dare I say it. . . today may be my lucky year. . .'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-2700676133193296983</id><published>2007-05-17T04:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T04:09:14.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worktime is Funtimes</title><content type='html'>Ah, another day in paradise. . . this time with all the fun that is self-inclusive to everything and anything that may or may not have to do with work.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. My friend T_____ got me this job. Thanks to her, I may now move out of that cardboard box and continue a life anew . . . as a Knife salesman. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;My job is dirty, dusty and my boots look like crap. But it's times like these where I get to sit in a chair while I'm supposedly working and I can rant on about nothing and still get paid money. What a concept.&lt;br /&gt;Ooops look at the time. Better go on my rounds.&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-2700676133193296983?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/2700676133193296983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=2700676133193296983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/2700676133193296983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/2700676133193296983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/05/worktime-is-funtime.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Worktime is Funtimes&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-6566380541409136632</id><published>2007-05-11T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:09:22.494-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Speak to me oh Sweet Sweet Words of Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Ah so today I found a post that C______ wrote about us and our friendship. I know now that she thinks I deserted her. This is sort of true I suppose. I don't know exactly where to put her anymore, but I'm grateful for the opportunity that I had to be her friend. I wish her luck in whatever she may or may not do.&lt;br /&gt;I found a slightly better-paying job than what I was doing so hopefully it'll all go well.&lt;br /&gt;The days will not drag as much as they have been, now that I have a job. T____ and I decided to start our friendship again and hopefully it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much for blogging tonight, so I guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, ya'll who read this. (I'm guessing no one.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-6566380541409136632?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/6566380541409136632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=6566380541409136632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/6566380541409136632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/6566380541409136632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/05/speak-to-me-oh-sweet-sweet-words-of.html' title='Speak to me oh Sweet Sweet Words of Nothingness'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-4980349540354652768</id><published>2007-05-06T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:58:53.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Crazy Life as Crazy Does</title><content type='html'>I haven't written on this blog for almost two weeks now. Pishaw. . . and I was wanting to write on this damn thing every night after work. I suppose that doesn't happen when you are at your job for sixteen plus hours a day for weeks. Oh well. . .&lt;br /&gt;My last few weeks have been hectic. C________ was diagnosed with a life-altering disease.  She has given me the cold shoulder for the last few weeks. This is due to my earlier treatment of her and that I decided that she wasn't a 'loyal' enough friend for me. Well I'm sorry for causing her grief, but what's done is done. You know your life is ended when you're knocked off the top spot on MySpace in favor of someone whom this person knows even less than me. Whoopee. Well in retaliation. . . she's not even on my top 4 anymore. So take that. . . you bottlenosed bastard. . .&lt;br /&gt;I've just spent 3 + weeks in a room with a girl who has such bad b. o. that I would fall asleep with a headache or not at all, while I waited for her to get under the covers so I didn't have to smell her. She smelled of rotten day old spaghetti and some type of sweat. Or Chinese food that has been sitting outside all night because no one bothered to put it in the refer to stink that up. Gross. And she took showers. . . but forgot the deodorant. And the perfume. Oh and that wondrous STD looking thing on her upper lip that she liked to scratch intermittently throughout the day. It was interesting to watch it scab over and grow slightly smaller over the weeks. And hear her complain about her classes. And watch her steal time on my computer without asking.  And always take the tv remote. Lovely lady. And I use that term lightly.&lt;br /&gt;My time in my current unit has hopefully come to a wonderful and succinct end. Only two years of my life wasted. Unfortunately our unit failed at our wartime readiness assessment, so perhaps I have to do it again. Crap. That'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;As if I didn't have enough fun wearing a gas mask for hours straight out in the hot sun. If someone had told me the torture would commence as soon as I leaped at the chance to go to&lt;br /&gt;Basic Training, I would have said something along the lines of "See ya. . . wouldn't want to be ya," perhaps laughing uproariously.&lt;br /&gt;Good fun. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll take a cue from my dirty roommate of 3 weeks and start picking at my face. Even though I don't have any facial STDS.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-4980349540354652768?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/4980349540354652768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=4980349540354652768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4980349540354652768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/4980349540354652768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-life-as-crazy-does.html' title='Crazy Life as Crazy Does'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-2150528345284656255</id><published>2007-04-18T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:40:04.102-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work.'/><title type='text'>Windy Days--A Certain Breeze Blows up my Ass. . .</title><content type='html'>All right so today was fun. I enjoyed hanging at my job on the base where I decided how much I truly hate wind. However,&lt;br /&gt;Breezy Spring Days are to be enjoyed only on certain conditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With a proper hair tie especially if you have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not working outside setting up tents.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not with Sandbags, so said tents don't fly away in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;4. Always with a pack of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;5. No Washing Dishes outside in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;6. With the enjoyable company of compadres&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addendum--not to be enjoyed with coworkers, or anything less than a nice cold beer and the ability to go inside, and I'm not talking setting up tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will wonders never cease? Wind is God's way of telling me when I'm forced to work with tents and sandbags that He's blowing on me and perhaps my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. . . don't try washing dishes outside while the wind is blowing. You may end up with dirtier dishes than with what you started with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pish posh and OFF - WE - GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRTy Dishes are Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sanitary too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-2150528345284656255?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/2150528345284656255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=2150528345284656255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/2150528345284656255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/2150528345284656255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/04/windy-days-certain-breeze-blows-up-my.html' title='Windy Days--A Certain Breeze Blows up my Ass. . .'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-8647640501054886308</id><published>2007-04-17T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:34:48.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Days, Hot Summer Nights, Sand Between My Boots</title><content type='html'>Ah to be back at the base again, ah to enjoy hot days, where I work my ass off and enjoy the day working hard. It's good to be alive. It's good to be here. It's good to be away from the town where I stay. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;I love yet conversely hate my job at the same time. It's a frightening thing to see how truly inept I can be, but what verbal comebacks I can use to keep protected within the safe confines of my emotional well being. Yes, I am short. Short tempered, short sighted, and just plain short!&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the way it must be.&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent quite some time cleaning up a lot of dirt in a parking lot with a very small shovel. Then I spent time cleaning out a sink that was just going to get dirty again from being outside without any protection from the elements. Then I spent time putting sandbags around the lot for some ridiculous exercise meant to show how 'meaningful' my life has since become.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, it's the little things that keep me so awkward and yet ready to throw myself over a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Ah the hot spring, almost summery days.&lt;br /&gt;Awkward especially trying to scrape off mud from my boots with a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't quite work the way you think it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-8647640501054886308?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/8647640501054886308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=8647640501054886308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8647640501054886308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/8647640501054886308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-days-hot-summer-nights-sand.html' title='Long Days, Hot Summer Nights, Sand Between My Boots'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4938524426682411728.post-5788981951032437272</id><published>2007-04-16T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:32:16.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It's a Grande Life with the Gilmores and You Know It</title><content type='html'>Ah yes as I sit here watching Gilmore Girls on tv, I am stunned to notice that I have a preoccupation with coffee and good times. Gone are the thoughts that have been plaguing me for the last few weeks. Instead I may sit and enjoy life without fault and get lost in the blissful ambiguity of my life, with no 'playa's' around to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend A____ spent most of the day lost in the thoughts of her girlfriend. I have turned into a couch potato of immense proportions and all seems right with the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I had to do was ignore somebody's phone call, laugh off the stupidity of my day, oh and eat my own made up recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee and I get to lose weight. . . what a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yesssssssssss, blissful ambiguity here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is get through working at the base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4938524426682411728-5788981951032437272?l=mindyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/feeds/5788981951032437272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4938524426682411728&amp;postID=5788981951032437272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5788981951032437272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4938524426682411728/posts/default/5788981951032437272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindyac.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-grande-life-with-gilmores-and-you.html' title='It&apos;s a Grande Life with the Gilmores and You Know It'/><author><name>Mac</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
