<?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-2792760688736311882</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:10.199-05:00</updated><category term='man'/><category term='ghost stories'/><category term='porkchop sandwiches'/><category term='storms'/><category term='spooky'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='Lying'/><category term='lies'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='grim reaper'/><category term='webs'/><category term='spooklight'/><category term='psa'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='tough'/><category term='Blindside'/><category term='gi joe'/><title type='text'>Porkchop Sandwiches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuck</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792760688736311882.post-7892540866323984350</id><published>2008-09-12T15:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:42:51.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a slacker</title><content type='html'>I'm a complete slacker, nothing else can be said for me, there is no justification for my absence, but I hope to start updating more frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-7892540866323984350?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7892540866323984350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=7892540866323984350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7892540866323984350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7892540866323984350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m a slacker'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-479718641790552667</id><published>2008-02-05T09:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:52:28.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Fiction</title><content type='html'>Edison Glass released their new album today, it's called &lt;em&gt;Time is Fiction&lt;/em&gt; and I absolutely love it. I knew I would, I just love the way they sound and seeing them in concert made me love them more. The one song I suggest everyone listens to is &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/edisonglass"&gt;All Our Memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it really shows their range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to bust out another sweet album boys. Thanks for the hard work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-479718641790552667?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/479718641790552667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=479718641790552667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/479718641790552667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/479718641790552667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-is-fiction.html' title='Time is Fiction'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-5971081610558894785</id><published>2008-01-29T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:00:14.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough'/><title type='text'>Suck it up!</title><content type='html'>So I was driving into work today and I heard this story about a man who used a stun gun on his 18 month old. I was thinking, what terrible thing could an 18 month old do that would suffice this kind of abuse and the obvious answer is: Nothing. However I was truly shocked (no pun intended) to find out the rest of the story. Apparently the reason the man was using a stun gun on his kid was that he "wanted his child to be tough... to be toughest cage fighter ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the whole thing &lt;a href="http://www.democratherald.com/articles/2008/01/27/news/local/2aaa01_tourture.txt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? What the crap is wrong with people? "My baby is crying, he must not be tough, I'm going to make him tough! I'm gonna use my stun gun on him, that'll toughen him up! Put hair on his chest! Make him a man!" Is this really what some people think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen months old. EIGHTEEN MONTHS OLD! He supposed to be soft and cuddly. He's still just a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with our culture and thinking a man has to be uber-macho to be a man? I'm not discussing sexuality here, but why do guys that show any emotion at all always get the "Gay" moniker? Like I said, not going into the whole right and/or wrong side of this, but to a straight man, being called gay is an insult, agree with it or not, to most straight men this is truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a man macho? Seriously what does it take? No emotions? Lack of intelligence? The ability to use a stun gun on an 18 month old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and quite honestly I don't think I care. If being macho is what this man of men was, I don't want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-5971081610558894785?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/5971081610558894785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=5971081610558894785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/5971081610558894785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/5971081610558894785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2008/01/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck it up!'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-7520402278655269874</id><published>2008-01-08T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:15:17.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Edison Glass - This House</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-5941981596271593916&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never seen this before, you must watch it now. I absolutely love this song and video. Edison Glass is quickly becoming one of my top 5 bands, we will see how awsome they are when they release their new album in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note of interest, they have 2 lead singers. Yeah, 2 singers, not some dude that screams and some dude that sings, not some dude that raps and some dude that sings, 2 full time lead singers. They have pipes too, I mean they can wail. I saw them with Blindside (Check my other posts, about the greatest concert ever) and they blew me away. You don't have to like them, just listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-7520402278655269874?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7520402278655269874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=7520402278655269874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7520402278655269874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7520402278655269874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2008/01/edison-glass-this-house.html' title='Edison Glass - This House'/><author><name>Chuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792760688736311882.post-7381122770537096904</id><published>2008-01-08T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:36:28.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grim reaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storms'/><title type='text'>It was a dark and stormy night...</title><content type='html'>...seriously! I was home sick from work yesterday, I was sitting watching TV minding my own business when I noticed how unusually dark it was, it's only 3 o'clockish and it looks like dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew we were supposed to have some wild weather last night, but I had no idea it would be that bad. Yeah, so I don't watch the news or the weather channel or any of that. Most of the weather information I have is hearsay. So there I am, I decide to switch to one of the &lt;a href="http://www.ky3.com/"&gt;local&lt;/a&gt; stations and the regularly scheduled Oprah was not on! OMG! There's this huge radar map thingy that shows my impending doom on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big, bad, mean, storms rolling up from the southwest. You know, thunder, lightning, gallons of rain, hail and tornadoes. The first thing that runs through my head "Oh man, I can't wait to see this!" It's like the Grim Reaper is knocking on my door, and not only do I want to open the door, I want to invite him in and hand him the freaking sickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love storms, I always have, my mother would scold me for saying that, but I honestly do. I love to go and drive through the hail, howling wind, lightning, and torrential rain. I don't know why, I just do. Unfortunately it was not to be, I was still sick, thus being at home, and I really didn't feel like going anywhere. I know some people lost a lot in the storms and I truly do sympathize with them. I still can't help but hope that another one comes through soon. I can't wait to go driving in the storm with ole GR as my passenger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-7381122770537096904?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7381122770537096904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=7381122770537096904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7381122770537096904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7381122770537096904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-dark-and-stormy-night.html' title='It was a dark and stormy night...'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-7380377898949592804</id><published>2007-12-26T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:04:29.663-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>Wii've Had A Great Christmas...</title><content type='html'>I got one! I can't believe it, I was completely stunned and amazed. That's right ladies (lady) and gentlemen (gentleman), I got a &lt;a href="http://www.gii.in/gadgets/images/N/Nintendo-Wii.jpg"&gt;Wii&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first played one this summer and have wanted one ever since. I'm a total Nintendo Fanboy and have been since the &lt;a href="http://www.old-computers.com/museum/photos/nintendo_nes_1s.jpg"&gt;NES&lt;/a&gt;. I just have always liked their games more than other systems. Mario, Zelda, Final Fantasy (which later jumped ship and then returned), these are staples of the Nintendo experience. So far, I've owned all of the MAJOR Nintendo systems. Some hardcore fannies would argue that since I didn't have the &lt;a href="http://paulstamatiou.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/nintendo_vboy.jpg"&gt;Virtual Boy&lt;/a&gt; or since I skipped on the &lt;a href="http://www.playerschoicegames.com/GBAdvance.jpg"&gt;Gameboy Advance &lt;/a&gt;that I'm missing some. I however would disagree, while Virtual Boy was a completely different system it cannot be considered a major Nintendo system, it didn't have the selling power or the game base to justify it as major. The GBA on the other hand was a little more advanced (hence the name) than the &lt;a href="http://www.computercloset.org/NintendoGameBoy.jpg"&gt;GameBoy&lt;/a&gt;, but it can still be played on the &lt;a href="http://regmedia.co.uk/2006/06/23/nintendo_ds_uk_2.jpg"&gt;Nintendo DS&lt;/a&gt; so I feel justified by my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite system thus far is still the &lt;a href="http://www.retrojunk.com/img/art-images/snes_sys2.jpg"&gt;SNES (Super Nintendo Entertainment System)&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know maybe I'm sentimental about my childhood, but seriously the game play was amazing. Great innovative story lines, puzzles, quests, etc. The games were just too awesome. I do have to give credit to the &lt;a href="http://www.joypadgame.com/images/classics/n64sys.jpg"&gt;N64 (Nintendo 64)&lt;/a&gt; in a world of 32 bit systems, it stood out. Unfortunately it was WAY ahead of it's time and got beat out in terms of sales by the &lt;a href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/837/20080839.JPG"&gt;Sony PlayStation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something strange happened, as other consoles were focusing on mid-teens to adults, Nintendo went for the kids. Yes, I own a &lt;a href="http://www.ireviewelectronics.com/images/nintendo-gamecube.jpg"&gt;GameCube&lt;/a&gt; and honestly I love it. I do wish some of the games weren't so cheesey, but Nintendo still excels at game play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and now we have the Wii. How do I feel about it? So far I love it, I've only played a few hours and I only have the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e0/Wii_Sports_Europe.jpg/250px-Wii_Sports_Europe.jpg"&gt;Wii Sports&lt;/a&gt; game that comes with it, but it has been a blast thus far. While the games still have a kiddie feel, the game play is completely out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be getting &lt;a href="http://www.thetanooki.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/070711galaxy8.jpg"&gt;Super Mario Galaxy&lt;/a&gt; soon, I will update you as time goes on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-7380377898949592804?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7380377898949592804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=7380377898949592804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7380377898949592804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7380377898949592804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/wiive-had-great-christmas.html' title='Wii&apos;ve Had A Great Christmas...'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-8713400444288998824</id><published>2007-12-05T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:42:04.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, oh so busy...</title><content type='html'>I'm a naturally lazy person, some of favorite days are ones that I've done absolutely nothing, not taking a shower, wearing basically what I wore to sleep in (generally my skivvies), rarely even opening the front door. This to me is a fantastic day, I usually order a pizza or order from &lt;a href="http://www.quikdine.com/"&gt;QuikDine&lt;/a&gt;, so I don't even have to cook. I'm telling you, I'm lazy. Well something crazy has happened in my life lately... I'm so frigging busy. Amazingly enough, I don't mind that much. Sure, I still love not doing anything, but I never knew how much fun not not doing anything could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this maturity? I doubt it. I still think I would be happier lounging on my couch slamming down some Mountain Dew and pizza, but it's kinda cool not being a slob. I urge you to try it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-8713400444288998824?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/8713400444288998824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=8713400444288998824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/8713400444288998824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/8713400444288998824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-oh-so-busy.html' title='Busy, oh so busy...'/><author><name>Chuck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792760688736311882.post-3603822034664340879</id><published>2007-11-14T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:39:10.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blarg: One rule to ring them all!</title><content type='html'>A day some of you never thought would come... You are one of the lucky few who can hear my sweet seductive voice. Ok, so I don't really have a sweet seductive voice and the clip isn't really a very good representation of how I sound. It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you can hear my voice anytime anyway... Obviously only the people I know read this, but this is really just an excuse to link a blog with one of the greatest things ever (not my voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's an amazing thing. So click the link to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cerixus.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-this-out.html"&gt;The Blarg: One rule to ring them all!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-3603822034664340879?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cerixus.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-this-out.html' title='The Blarg: One rule to ring them all!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3603822034664340879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=3603822034664340879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/3603822034664340879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/3603822034664340879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/11/blarg-one-rule-to-ring-them-all.html' title='The Blarg: One rule to ring them all!'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-405604811090171906</id><published>2007-10-29T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:41:19.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honesty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webs'/><title type='text'>Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive...</title><content type='html'>Ever get caught in a lie? Ever get caught in a big nasty lie? You know one of those ones where you stacked lie upon, lie upon, upon lie and so forth? Ever told a lie so many times you believed it? Ever told a lie so many times you believed it, then found out it was a lie and couldn't believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how certain circumstances bring you to a place where you realize you've been lying to yourself. Lying to yourself about the way a number of things have come to be, possibly your way of life. Maybe lying to yourself caused you to feel better about something in the past that it seemed alright for a season. Maybe it lifted you to the point that you didn't want to go back to knowing the truth. Is it wrong to tell these kinds of lies to yourself? Is it wrong to tell people the same lies? Is it wrong even though you have reached the point that you believe them to be true and you don't even realize you are telling lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really hurt anyone if you've made something up about your past to cover something that hurts you to remember? Have you ever told a lie to make your situation look worse? Made it seem like you've overcome adversity that you've never faced? Can you grow from false experiences? Can you make yourself a better person based on the lies you've told yourself? Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone a lie to make them feel better? Ever told someone a lie so you would avoid having to talk about something? Have you ever told someone you were "fine" because it seems like the right thing to do, when really nothing is "fine"? Is this wrong? I mean, is it really wrong to build someone up with a lie when they really don't want the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." ~ Sir Walter Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-405604811090171906?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/405604811090171906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=405604811090171906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/405604811090171906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/405604811090171906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-what-tangled-web-we-weave-when-first.html' title='Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive...'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-1054790153104950660</id><published>2007-10-22T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:32:42.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate sports</title><content type='html'>I swear I should just stop watching sports all together. I'd get a lot less irritated. I mean I get really irate when things don't go my way. I'm a terrible loser, thing is, I should be used to it by now. Rarely does the team I want to win actually win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gettiing pretty sick of listening and reading about big market east coast and west coast teams. What about us midwesterners? We have to watch local stations to get some kind of commentary on midwest teams, Chicago doesn't count. Chicago is big market enough that it doesn't matter if it is east or west, but that doesn't give all the big sports stations a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get too agitated and excited, I should mellow out and either not watch or just learn to roll with it. Obviously the latter has always been a problem for me. Oh well, we'll see how Monday Night Football goes tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-1054790153104950660?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/1054790153104950660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=1054790153104950660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/1054790153104950660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/1054790153104950660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-sports.html' title='I hate sports'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-3375859159038174566</id><published>2007-10-15T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:22:49.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooklight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blindside'/><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't see The Spooklight, we had a lot of fun driving around and yelling "I'm The Spooklight" at people though. Kind of disappointing, luckily on the same night I had one of the greatest experiences of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I saw the single greatest concert of my life. Lets start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindside is one of my favorite bands (I have a lot), I've been following them for several years but since they are from Sweeden and I've never had the chance to see them in concert. I judge a lot about a band by how they play live, I don't like listening to "studio bands". I love the experience of seeing a really good live show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're basically caught up... After taking several wrong turns, we made it to &lt;a href="http://www.thebridgejoplin.com/foundry/home.html"&gt;The Foundry&lt;/a&gt;, I was first timer here and really enjoyed the atmosphere. So we're chillin' and listening to the opening band, &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/theradianceeffect"&gt;The Radiance Effect&lt;/a&gt; and we realize... these guys are pretty great for openers and locals. Not to say we have a bunch of terrible bands in the area, but generally the first opener for concerts haven't been that great. Then another band, who never mentioned their name, played and they were pretty good as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Edison Glass came out and played and man those guys were great, they have to vocalists with fantastic range. They played my favorite song of theirs which made me happy, I thoroughly enjoyed their show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now this is when things went from good to THE GREATEST SHOW EVER. Blindside. As mentioned before, I have never seen them live before so I had no idea what to expect. I'm sure if I did have any expectations they would have been blown out of the water. They were completely breath-taking. I mean I've seen some pretty awesome concerts, but I can't believe how much more superior this concert was. I love just about every Blindside song so it really didn't matter what they played. They rocked, they rocked so much there wasn't single person in the place that wasn't going crazy. It was the best fan interaction of any show I've seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the factors was that there was no security at all. Basically, there were a very short set of rules and there were some guys there that &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; enforce them, but no seemed to test the limits. We got some footage of the show, so hopefully in the near future I can post some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a little stunned by it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-3375859159038174566?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/3375859159038174566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=3375859159038174566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/3375859159038174566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/3375859159038174566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-804283735784254392</id><published>2007-10-10T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:09:34.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spooklight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost stories'/><title type='text'>Hornet...</title><content type='html'>There's a little ghost town about an hour and a half from here on the Oklahoma border, that supposedly has a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_light"&gt;ghostlight&lt;/a&gt;. It is considered one of the most famous in the country and is commonly just referred to to as "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spooklight"&gt;The Spooklight&lt;/a&gt;". There are many, many stories all over the interweb that describe experiences with The Spooklight. There have been many people that have tried to explain it, but thus far there is not a good one. There have been many people that believe it is just car headlights light refracting off of the landscape from a distant highway in Oklahoma. The only problem with this theory is that there have been sighting of The Spooklight since the 1880's, which would rule out cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out there several times, to the areas that The Spooklight shows up, but unfotunately haven't seen a thing. Several of my friends have been and have seen it and even have pictures. Let me show you a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119731462530028578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEpkdOzqY2E/Rwzwo8F-VCI/AAAAAAAAABE/FBTZJsRay98/s320/spooky1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what is that in the distance? A light of some sort? Do you think that car installed GLOWING GREEN headlights? I think not. I'd also like to mention that these are the best and most recent pictures I have seen of The Spooklight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119731471119963186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEpkdOzqY2E/RwzwpcF-VDI/AAAAAAAAABM/5gJo4w70F_0/s320/spook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did it move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119731492594799682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEpkdOzqY2E/RwzwqsF-VEI/AAAAAAAAABU/F4KXdSpRINg/s320/spooky3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy crap, is it getting bigger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119731496889766994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEpkdOzqY2E/Rwzwq8F-VFI/AAAAAAAAABc/cpao3OCAI5o/s320/spooky4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's mutating!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119731526954538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEpkdOzqY2E/RwzwssF-VGI/AAAAAAAAABk/_qeYWWtN39U/s320/spooky5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headlights can't do that, I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119731745997870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEpkdOzqY2E/Rwzw5cF-VHI/AAAAAAAAABs/lym694rApEM/s320/spooky6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The last two here are obviously the most amazing, but to see the progression... wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So what's the point of all of this? I'm heading back out there Friday, maybe I'll get lucky and see it. Maybe not, either way it's amazing how much fun you can have waiting for a mystical light to appear. Wish me luck and safety. I will update you all after I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-804283735784254392?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/804283735784254392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=804283735784254392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/804283735784254392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/804283735784254392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/hornet.html' title='Hornet...'/><author><name>Chuck</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/_SEpkdOzqY2E/Rwzwo8F-VCI/AAAAAAAAABE/FBTZJsRay98/s72-c/spooky1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2792760688736311882.post-7871256941254463369</id><published>2007-10-09T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:10:26.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gi joe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porkchop sandwiches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psa'/><title type='text'>Going Insane...</title><content type='html'>Do you see that picture? The GI Joe guy running into the kitchen? It's driving me insane. I know full well that I have the ability to change it; afterall, I did put it there. The problem is that it fits the name too well to remove it. I guess if I stopped staring at it I might be fine. Maybe I should post a still instead of the moving one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop watching it though, my eyes are fixed to it. It just cycles through and through and I become hypnotized with the running man. In my head I can hear the dialogue, which makes me laugh everytime I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You not cooking!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeah I do!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"PORKCHOP SANDWICHES..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen this video before? &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; it, you might be sorry, but it's still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*The video contains profanity generously, if you are offended by profane language I urge you not to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-7871256941254463369?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/7871256941254463369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=7871256941254463369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7871256941254463369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/7871256941254463369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-insane.html' title='Going Insane...'/><author><name>Chuck</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-2792760688736311882.post-2202341923589776246</id><published>2007-10-09T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:41:10.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here it is, bright shiny and new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to blog about... yet. It will come to me, I'll have a spark of creativity and post something splendid. Everyone will be in awe of my abilities. Ok, well maybe some of that isn't true, quite possibly all of it. I'll let you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2792760688736311882-2202341923589776246?l=guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/feeds/2202341923589776246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2792760688736311882&amp;postID=2202341923589776246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/2202341923589776246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2792760688736311882/posts/default/2202341923589776246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guhtuffooyee.blogspot.com/2007/10/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Chuck</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>
