<?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-1684339425700891107</id><updated>2012-02-08T14:16:45.816-05:00</updated><category term='what would you do'/><category term='women'/><category term='times'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='beats'/><category term='NCAA'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='intro'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='kendrick lamar'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='house hunting'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Celtics'/><category term='Patriots'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='life'/><category term='Playoffs'/><category term='parents'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='sports'/><category term='religion'/><category term='video'/><category term='men'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='I&apos;m back bitches'/><category term='paintball'/><category term='YouEverThinkAbout'/><title type='text'>The Life Or Times Of Derek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-5492701970921713758</id><published>2012-02-08T00:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:41:55.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>2012 NFL Off-season.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fsportsillustrated.cnn.com%2F2012%2Fwriters%2Fjeff_diamond%2F02%2F07%2Foffseason.roadmap%2F1.html&amp;amp;h=KAQEVXa2xAQF-GuGUEUWvLMEHM_3w0IeGsGxi_2uh5fiaBA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New England Patriots: ‎"Team Needs: CB, DE, WR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Super Bowl run proved once again that the Patriots are superbly coached by Bill Belichick and have a great QB in Tom Brady, which allowed them to overcome some personnel deficiencies. The team's biggest problem area is the secondary, where the Patriots had to use wide receiver Julian Edelman late in the season. Their No. 31-ranked pass defense is somewhat misleading, as teams had to throw on the Pats once they fell behind. But the Patriots could not match up for 60 minutes with Eli Manning and his trio of wide receivers, so look for them to draft -- or sign in free agency --corners and another pass rusher. The Pats need to re-sign or, more likely will franchise, free-agent-to-be WR Wes Welker and then add another impact wide receiver or two, while bidding farewell to Chad Ochocinco and perhaps Deion Branch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the WR pool, *coughBrandonLloydcough*, I'm looking forward to this off-season! *coughSeeingHowImDesperatelyTryingNotToLookBackSneeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, last year's second round pick, Ras-I Dowling (who was put on IR early in the season) will be back to help out the secondary. And the Pats have two first round picks and two second round picks (which they will convert into first round picks in 2043). But, hey, they may actually use them. So, yeah, silver lining (because I got nothing else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycJvrkSm57o/TzIK8IFi9PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/laUamy1Z8XM/s1600/the-patriots-logo-flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycJvrkSm57o/TzIK8IFi9PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/laUamy1Z8XM/s320/the-patriots-logo-flag.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I still believe in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~ Derek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-5492701970921713758?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/5492701970921713758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/02/2012-nfl-off-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/5492701970921713758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/5492701970921713758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/02/2012-nfl-off-season.html' title='2012 NFL Off-season.'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycJvrkSm57o/TzIK8IFi9PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/laUamy1Z8XM/s72-c/the-patriots-logo-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8361972697474576519</id><published>2012-02-03T01:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:10:51.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>So I did Karaoke tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Take a guess at what song I sung:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Really? That song? Nooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What is this, 1985? One more guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wasn't that in a porno? Sounds familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OK, I'll tell ya'll. It was this song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/6X8Ic86Hx3w/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6X8Ic86Hx3w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6X8Ic86Hx3w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, this is Pearl Jam! Yes, it was 'Black'. No, I didn't pick this song because I'm black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_n55qVoJyTM/Tyt2EAR8ZHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YHzLYwUc_hc/s1600/stevie+wonder+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_n55qVoJyTM/Tyt2EAR8ZHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YHzLYwUc_hc/s320/stevie+wonder+1.png" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"I'm Black?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, a part of me wanted the people to ask themselves, "Really, THIS song? But, you're...you're...you're...a ... Bostonian. Why not pick faves, like Sweet Caroline or Journey or Some other common Karaoke song?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To which I say..."exactly!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, I gotta say, I fucking love being on stage! I was butchering the hell out of the song and there's no possible way I sounded anything that was be considered singing (There may also be video...which I hop, never comes to the surface). But, fuck...I loved performing. I mean, like, this is what I should be doing with my life! There was a point when I wasn't on stage. I was in my bedroom, all alone, in front of my mirror, singing my ass off. &amp;nbsp;And the crowd didn't even have my back. and I still enjoyed it. I can only image the feeling if the crowd was groovin' with me.&amp;nbsp;Makes me wish I had some skill. Because there's no way I won't sing on stage every night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, I can't sing. Aww....but I am kinda funny. This makes me think that I should get back into comedy. I've written so much down over the last six months, that I should be able to perform a solid 5 min set. Hell, my latest shit talked about how black people have no idea how long 5 mins is, which is kinda like how people going on diets underestimate how much they eat, so they can rationalize eating more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJIb2bKYacU/Tyt5ElVM3wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1bdAZvmeawY/s1600/2685469770074623239OzeVeN_ph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJIb2bKYacU/Tyt5ElVM3wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1bdAZvmeawY/s320/2685469770074623239OzeVeN_ph.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Not very funny when I say it like that, but it could be something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I sign off, here's some more music from random rap guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/6QLdynD5Wtg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6QLdynD5Wtg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6QLdynD5Wtg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Unknown rap is where real hip hop lies." - Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8361972697474576519?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8361972697474576519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-did-karaoke-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8361972697474576519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8361972697474576519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-did-karaoke-tonight.html' title='So I did Karaoke tonight...'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_n55qVoJyTM/Tyt2EAR8ZHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YHzLYwUc_hc/s72-c/stevie+wonder+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-9074191139027863193</id><published>2012-01-21T01:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T01:17:37.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just when I start to think...</title><content type='html'>...why I don't get drunk, or high, or, just in general, not get fucked up, almost every night, I think, "You know what, I do have a way to get my high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Here's some awesome music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/hmnyILRPRxs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmnyILRPRxs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmnyILRPRxs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-9074191139027863193?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/9074191139027863193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-when-i-start-to-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/9074191139027863193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/9074191139027863193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-when-i-start-to-think.html' title='Just when I start to think...'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8804509341561873667</id><published>2012-01-17T16:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:34:39.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Wow...I just realized...</title><content type='html'>...how incredibly heavy my last post was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that I should delete before too many people say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets be honest, I'm talking to myself here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna allow it to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Until I hid it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gives me enough reason to create more posts to knock it off the front page. Does that even work in Blogger? I'm use to Xanga, where there were only 5 updates be page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xanga? Isn't that a board game?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8804509341561873667?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8804509341561873667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/01/wowi-just-realized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8804509341561873667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8804509341561873667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/01/wowi-just-realized.html' title='Wow...I just realized...'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-1831361423989157286</id><published>2012-01-02T01:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:27:24.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what would you do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What do you do?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you are kinda, sorta into someone, yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You question how you two dating would, not only affect the group dynamic, but how it would affect your relationship, it general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You truly think there is a better fit for them than yourself. Not really saying that you're not good enough, just given the situation, you think they need someone unlike yourself, and because you care about them so much, you want what's best for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you are not even sure if you like them or what they&amp;nbsp;represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1XOpeG0Jok/TwFNiBwLV8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_8vhNnFt59k/s1600/confused-guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1XOpeG0Jok/TwFNiBwLV8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_8vhNnFt59k/s320/confused-guy.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;#Wat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said, "Umm...I don't know...make a blog post?", you win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-1831361423989157286?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/1831361423989157286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1831361423989157286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1831361423989157286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do?'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1XOpeG0Jok/TwFNiBwLV8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_8vhNnFt59k/s72-c/confused-guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-5721175091456646754</id><published>2011-12-11T22:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:37:31.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m back bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>I wanna get back into the blogging game...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have so much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can talk about my big plans for 2012. Barbaods, a wedding (not mine), maybe going to Chicago, LA or London (completely by my Goddamn self, because that's how I roll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My dating year in review. Actually, I can do that now. Meet a girl, had many great pre-date conversations, had pretty good first date, *POOF*, she disappeared, stop returning all&amp;nbsp;communication&amp;nbsp;from me. Talk about frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIp5fK-5JjA/TuVxYcmQYgI/AAAAAAAAACg/HjeNpnbJqZk/s1600/EHarmonyLogo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="64" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIp5fK-5JjA/TuVxYcmQYgI/AAAAAAAAACg/HjeNpnbJqZk/s320/EHarmonyLogo.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Should change their name to 'eFuckFuckFuckittyFuck'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My assorted crushes and my attempts to do something about them (Long story short...comedy ensued).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My brief stint in comedy. From Standup, which is as hard as you think it is, to Improv, which is HARDER than you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByLEscz5t4w/TuVw_yJkVOI/AAAAAAAAACY/qwyIizooTnk/s1600/dane-cooksiriusbuzzcom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByLEscz5t4w/TuVw_yJkVOI/AAAAAAAAACY/qwyIizooTnk/s400/dane-cooksiriusbuzzcom.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This is the only time in life I will give you credit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My adventures perusing Quibids, looking for deals (and getting screwed in the end...like a well paid pornstar). I can give you this advice: If you're thinking about using it, don't. Just don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Music, TV, movies...alot of good shit this year. Well, good music, great TV, and I think there was one decent movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I website I found, which is great...if you like gore, racism, 9/11 jokes and the such. Essentially, a site only for the worse in all of us. And titties...(always relevant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzGSM2LqDGY/TuVwKflztHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FthYXo2GEv4/s1600/1295764662488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzGSM2LqDGY/TuVwKflztHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FthYXo2GEv4/s400/1295764662488.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Not the worse site on the internet...just the worse that doesn't require proxies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The state of the world. Occupations,&amp;nbsp;revelations, Tea Party Nations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Looming in the background, a Presidential election. Which is really, really, fucking depressing, if you're paying attention (which is probably why you're not...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkwY6FY_DHs/TuVvlpwCS0I/AAAAAAAAACI/JPzmwFLakNI/s1600/romney-bachmann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QkwY6FY_DHs/TuVvlpwCS0I/AAAAAAAAACI/JPzmwFLakNI/s400/romney-bachmann.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Romney, ever so perfectly, made the face we all make whenever watching a GOP Debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've made this declarations before. To start blogging again, then said. "Nuts to this...I'm mobile...". The only problems is, sometimes I make a post and think, "what the hell is this crap? The Internet, which has special sites to see Guys blow&amp;nbsp;transvestite dogs, is telling you to get rid of that shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will I stick to it? Probably not. Will you care? Probably not. Will I finish this sente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS...if you're reading this...you're in for a treat. This is the only time I will tag a post with 'life' AND 'times'. This happens once a lifetime. Black Presidents happen more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XE7sjRSLjk/TuV1AaGlxiI/AAAAAAAAACo/gkaEsblCDzE/s1600/chappelles-show-season-two-uncensored-20050527042238910-000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XE7sjRSLjk/TuV1AaGlxiI/AAAAAAAAACo/gkaEsblCDzE/s1600/chappelles-show-season-two-uncensored-20050527042238910-000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Is President Brady gonna have to cut taxes off a bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-5721175091456646754?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/5721175091456646754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wanna-get-back-in-blogging-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/5721175091456646754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/5721175091456646754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-wanna-get-back-in-blogging-game.html' title='I wanna get back into the blogging game...'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIp5fK-5JjA/TuVxYcmQYgI/AAAAAAAAACg/HjeNpnbJqZk/s72-c/EHarmonyLogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8433667158787354255</id><published>2011-08-15T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:55:58.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kendrick lamar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Kendrick Lamar - Vanity Slaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/qUqWCxFDkO0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUqWCxFDkO0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUqWCxFDkO0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for these lyrics all over the net. But I could only find the &lt;a href="http://www.urbanlyrics.com/lyrics/kendrick-lamar/vanityslavept2.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; to the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3XPFEOJw4E"&gt;Remix with Gucci&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fuck it...I did it myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I hate to bear the truth,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wanna lie&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wanna school the youth&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wanna ride&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wanna not think&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wanna vibe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out, this song 'bout a young boy&lt;br /&gt;that's gone wild inside, where my world collide&lt;br /&gt;With your world, where your girl and your kids resides&lt;br /&gt;We killed the facade, we feel free to fly&lt;br /&gt;With bird that reserve in the charmisatic sky&lt;br /&gt;I care about my pride too much&lt;br /&gt;If my clothes is new&lt;br /&gt;If my ride is plush&lt;br /&gt;If my hair is cut&lt;br /&gt;If my diamonds is crush&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror, "I'm trendy enough?"&lt;br /&gt;Wrong&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity roams the black community homes&lt;br /&gt;where kids must have jewelry&lt;br /&gt;The high school females need earrings in detail&lt;br /&gt;So she can be cool to be, amongst popularity&lt;br /&gt;The various name brands, that reach the price scan&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the right price, but more like the right scam&lt;br /&gt;To rule us all, confuse us all&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bank within five minutes, then withdraw&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's draw, the picture of a rapper with a chain&lt;br /&gt;and a Range that is not paid for&lt;br /&gt;My cousin from the South, said he just bought him a house&lt;br /&gt;That lives around his neck like a white collar&lt;br /&gt;So, I fast forward, then I rewind&lt;br /&gt;the time machine can help me double back to Slavery times&lt;br /&gt;Picking cotton from a field that a white man own,&lt;br /&gt;the blacker you are, farther from the white man home&lt;br /&gt;Negro spiritual songs, gave us some type of sanity&lt;br /&gt;Before your vanity, they parted our families&lt;br /&gt;They put us in 100 degree shade and outside we bathed&lt;br /&gt;The more we were afraid, the more they made rules&lt;br /&gt;To trap our minds in the cage, our freedom was so vague, &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;And school was exempted, see, we couldn't have smarts&lt;br /&gt;and a smirk would get you hurt, wounded first, from a scar&lt;br /&gt;400 years of nothing, 400 years of suffering, 400 years of tears,&lt;br /&gt;and tribulations, miseducation, see what we facing is now coming,&lt;br /&gt;back to the roots&lt;br /&gt;Remember whips on our back and if we would run, they would shoot?&lt;br /&gt;Called us niggers and figured that we never live and pursuit&lt;br /&gt;Of happiness, we captured these feelings in things that we do&lt;br /&gt;Thought this (?) and slavery, but we made it come to&lt;br /&gt;About our perspective, my shoe selecetion gotta be Louie&lt;br /&gt;Her handbag gotta be Gucci, &lt;br /&gt;It's fake and she fooled me&lt;br /&gt;She still bad, though&lt;br /&gt;And her fake Gucci ain't that bad, though.&lt;br /&gt;We fillin' up the gas for Rollies,&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade to 26s after riding Kobes&lt;br /&gt;My cousin from the South, slavery started in the South&lt;br /&gt;And I bet cha&lt;br /&gt;He overcompensates for the life of his ancestors&lt;br /&gt;So blame in on the 400 years we never saw&lt;br /&gt;The reason why the next 400, we gotta floss&lt;br /&gt;Slaves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8433667158787354255?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8433667158787354255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/08/kendrick-lamar-vanity-slaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8433667158787354255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8433667158787354255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/08/kendrick-lamar-vanity-slaves.html' title='Kendrick Lamar - Vanity Slaves'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-368490297215265640</id><published>2011-08-03T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:19:28.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m back bitches'/><title type='text'>Great news!</title><content type='html'>I didn't lose control of this blog. I forgot it was under my old hotmail email and not my old gmail email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm happy it's back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-368490297215265640?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/368490297215265640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/368490297215265640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/368490297215265640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-news.html' title='Great news!'/><author><name>Life or Times of Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046909399262428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWKb-DSA0yw/TuWMO-zp4EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XI44a9TpaI4/s220/IMG_0716_cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-2698955384134908048</id><published>2011-01-26T19:07:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:35:37.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Top 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1) Mila Kunis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDE7LF3CAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/egTxPkJXlRQ/s1600/mila-kunis-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDE7LF3CAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/egTxPkJXlRQ/s400/mila-kunis-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566665660298627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2) Raven-Symone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDB3FUu5uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-dbO4FHPP-k/s1600/raven201009_jr0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDB3FUu5uI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-dbO4FHPP-k/s400/raven201009_jr0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662291496036066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3) Mya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDEV4ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/deUfqFKUGsY/s1600/mya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDEV4ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/deUfqFKUGsY/s400/mya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663618790524130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;4) Margarita Levieva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCNfOrM-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AwIBWNtOx10/s1600/Margarita%252BLevieva%252BShoulder%252BLength%252BHairstyles%252BV63DHEb_IWxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCNfOrM-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AwIBWNtOx10/s400/Margarita%252BLevieva%252BShoulder%252BLength%252BHairstyles%252BV63DHEb_IWxl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662676407071714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Taraji Henson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDJNNUgGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yp950Sz7phU/s1600/taraji-p-henson-2010-independent-spirit-awards-photos-03062010-04-430x640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDJNNUgGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yp950Sz7phU/s400/taraji-p-henson-2010-independent-spirit-awards-photos-03062010-04-430x640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663702361702498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDEUXM2zII/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZlR2e7e79PI/s1600/scarlett-johansson-mtv-movie-awards-photos-06062010-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDEUXM2zII/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZlR2e7e79PI/s400/scarlett-johansson-mtv-movie-awards-photos-06062010-43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664993534299266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Parminder Nagra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDD9rDXWMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/djq6rvtIxXY/s1600/parminder-nagra-black-dress-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDD9rDXWMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/djq6rvtIxXY/s400/parminder-nagra-black-dress-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664603726207170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Paula Garces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDRQ7dl-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/rxS4zFaK1bE/s1600/paula%2Bgarces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDRQ7dl-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/rxS4zFaK1bE/s400/paula%2Bgarces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663840799496162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Alison Brie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCQWMrMyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SpX1nDAmotY/s1600/alison%2Bbrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCQWMrMyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/SpX1nDAmotY/s400/alison%2Bbrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662725522371362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Alicia Keyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCT0BB4GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_YyXaGYK6Ec/s1600/alicia-keys-ringtone_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCT0BB4GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_YyXaGYK6Ec/s400/alicia-keys-ringtone_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662785066197090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Stacey Dash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDYwgci2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/rUH4_f4IzT8/s1600/stacey-dash-smooth-magazine-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDDYwgci2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/rUH4_f4IzT8/s400/stacey-dash-smooth-magazine-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663969535200098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Tracie Thoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCb78-m8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2cFGa0rl2Kg/s1600/tracie-thoms-03280701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCb78-m8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2cFGa0rl2Kg/s400/tracie-thoms-03280701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662924635642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Melissa Rauch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCW4-VxYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/90MyJOjECBU/s1600/2010-07-20_Melissa_Rauch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDCW4-VxYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/90MyJOjECBU/s400/2010-07-20_Melissa_Rauch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662837936702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Abby Elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDBv3RhNWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W2eg3G-39f0/s1600/abby%2Belliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDBv3RhNWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/W2eg3G-39f0/s400/abby%2Belliott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662167465375074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Amy Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDBpWQjtyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ro3jcyAWYik/s1600/amy-adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDBpWQjtyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ro3jcyAWYik/s400/amy-adams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662055523759906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Honorable Mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Saldana&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;Salma Hayek&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;Kaley Cuoco&lt;br /&gt;Rose Byrne&lt;br /&gt;Emma Stone&lt;br /&gt;Morena Baccarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-2698955384134908048?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/2698955384134908048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2698955384134908048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2698955384134908048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-15.html' title='Top 15'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/TUDE7LF3CAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/egTxPkJXlRQ/s72-c/mila-kunis-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3316833732473504516</id><published>2010-03-10T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:56:15.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCAA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Yahoo! Tournament Pick-em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;That time of year again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tournament.fantasysports.yahoo.com/t1/register/joinprivategroup"&gt;http://tournament.fantasysports.yahoo.com/t1/register/joinprivategroup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Group ID:  32475&lt;br /&gt;PW: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;madrealworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-3316833732473504516?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/3316833732473504516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/03/yahoo-tournament-pick-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3316833732473504516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3316833732473504516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/03/yahoo-tournament-pick-em.html' title='Yahoo! Tournament Pick-em'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-6623593935087868663</id><published>2010-02-08T22:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:20:20.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Religious Talk with my parents.</title><content type='html'>So, my parents were talking about Lent.  I told my Lent joke which I always find funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I'm giving up for Lent? Religion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Parents...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know religion is sensitive for my parents (especially, my father, which is very surprising).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was real careful not to make any of my sarcastic comments, even though there were three distinct opportunities to do so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My Father, after my joke, said I shouldn't make jokes about things like that.  I was gonna respond with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...this coming from a guy that only goes to church twice a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.  Sometimes only once a year.  So, I figured he was just going through the motions. But apparently, he really believes hard. (Can you believe hard?). Also, my mother missed a real opportunity to sucker my father into a few more church visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coming off my father's comment, my sister said that "you don't think God has a sense of humor?"  I was immediately going to tell the story of Desiree Jennings.  I can tell you now, or let the video talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG5pj_TWJ6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG5pj_TWJ6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you on News Channel 8 (#insidejoke), the video is of a girl who got a flu shot. However, there was a side effect that triggered some disease in which she couldn't walk straight without a stammering and spazzing out. But could walk backwards and run with absolutely no problems with her movement or speech. With that said, my sarcastic comment was gonna be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After hearing this story, I completely believe that God exists...and just loves messing with us for laughs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, they ended up finding out what was wrong with her and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfIC0sqtUNs"&gt;cured&lt;/a&gt; her.  So, I have no guilt in showing you this clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lLqqR2pcws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8lLqqR2pcws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm probably still going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Finally, after hearing my jokes and being slightly annoyed, my mother claimed that she "raise us better than that." I was gonna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, you raised us to be analytical, critical-thinking, individuals, capable of having our own thoughts, making our own decisions. and in that regard, you succeeded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure this probably wouldn't have played over well.  So, I held restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S3DlDw3jj6I/AAAAAAAAADo/CUH94zd62Mg/s1600-h/spanishworker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S3DlDw3jj6I/AAAAAAAAADo/CUH94zd62Mg/s400/spanishworker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436096603056476066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, she might have raised us to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; racist, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-6623593935087868663?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/6623593935087868663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/02/religious-talk-with-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6623593935087868663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6623593935087868663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/02/religious-talk-with-my-parents.html' title='Religious Talk with my parents.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S3DlDw3jj6I/AAAAAAAAADo/CUH94zd62Mg/s72-c/spanishworker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8509309263703589194</id><published>2010-02-08T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:40:19.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I think I'm gonna say it...I rather have Hillary.</title><content type='html'>I  would love, love, love, for politics to be civil so that we can have  honest and open discussions, with an well-informed public, vote on conscious and keep it moving. In that world, Obama may have done some  shit. But we don't live that world. We live in a world were it's all  about the dirty, do whatever it takes, lie, cheat, bribe, steal, mislead  the public, open to manipulation as if they were kids in a candy shop.   In this world, Hillary would have gotten in the mud.  If that is what  it takes to get things done, then son of a bitch, lets do it. (Rant  over).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8509309263703589194?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8509309263703589194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-gonna-say-iti-rather-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8509309263703589194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8509309263703589194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-gonna-say-iti-rather-have.html' title='I think I&apos;m gonna say it...I rather have Hillary.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8972478834174673924</id><published>2010-02-08T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:09:46.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Dems suck</title><content type='html'>It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not entirely their fault.  Yes, the country voted them in to do  shit.  Yes, they can take alot of the blame.  They tried to be civil and  it didn't work.  There's no room for civility in Modern US politics.   Most Dems want to be the calm individuals to talk things thru.  As  oppose to Republican's who use every trick in the book to completely  trick the stupid American voter into believing whatever they say.  Name  calling, lies, etc.  It works.  Dems tried to play above that and it  didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I saw it's not entirely their fault because this country, at heart,  is Center-Right.  So, politics is gonna have to play that way.  Have  you heard about the Liberal Republicans in the House? No, because they  don't exist (or they aren't enough of them to form a group). But you  have Conservative Democrats.  And because they exist, there is a tough  time for Democrats to get together on anything.  Could you image what we would  have right now if Republican's had a Super-majority? All their policies  would have passed by July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it doesn't matter who is in charged. The entire  political process is so far flawed, that the people are gonna get fucked  and there isn't much we can do about that, unless the Tea Partyiers  make do on their imply threat and attempt to overthrow the country. But I  wouldn't trust those guys with my mail, let alone an type of  responsibility over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence...we're fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8972478834174673924?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8972478834174673924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/02/dems-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8972478834174673924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8972478834174673924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/02/dems-suck.html' title='Dems suck'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3807831951890049347</id><published>2010-01-23T16:58:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:14:03.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouEverThinkAbout'/><title type='text'>You Ever Think About...</title><content type='html'>...why we feel the need to celebrate every birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some birthdays I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 1st birthday, your 13th birthday, 16th, 18th (for the porn...oh, the porn), 21st and every 10 years starting with your 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those birthdays can be seen as "milestone" birthdays.  But all your other birthdays...what are you celebrating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1tzXPqqKyI/AAAAAAAAADA/LGdW1JLbEhM/s1600-h/vjUnuTS2Txyaq2KUXWzw9_extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1tzXPqqKyI/AAAAAAAAADA/LGdW1JLbEhM/s400/vjUnuTS2Txyaq2KUXWzw9_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430060618904906530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So Boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, of course, when the average person died at 33, making it to 27 can be seen as something of importance.  But why do we feel the need to treat the other "non-important" birthdays as something needed for celebration?  What are you celebrating, really?  The fact that you haven't done something stupid enough to get killed for it?  Congratulations! You didn't try to prove that you can jump from that one building in to the pool below!  Here's some cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1t0p5IXjRI/AAAAAAAAADI/r3Mho-2whTo/s1600-h/zie-on-the-edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1t0p5IXjRI/AAAAAAAAADI/r3Mho-2whTo/s400/zie-on-the-edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062038784642322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm telling you, I can make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I saying? Stay home? Do nothing?  No, you'd be wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1t1fNSAT0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pHb5h3lDxJE/s1600-h/vincedummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1t1fNSAT0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/pHb5h3lDxJE/s400/vincedummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062954726838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...dummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just saying, if you go out every other weekend, don't feel the need to do something "extra special" just because it's your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're a loser who never goes out, you shouldn't feel bad when you are watching your DVR, alone in your room, in your pajamas, on your 27th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1t7GDObvnI/AAAAAAAAADY/RMIBZjW9Uow/s1600-h/Snapshot_20100123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1t7GDObvnI/AAAAAAAAADY/RMIBZjW9Uow/s400/Snapshot_20100123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430069119600541298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-3807831951890049347?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/3807831951890049347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-ever-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3807831951890049347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3807831951890049347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-ever-think-about.html' title='You Ever Think About...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/S1tzXPqqKyI/AAAAAAAAADA/LGdW1JLbEhM/s72-c/vjUnuTS2Txyaq2KUXWzw9_extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-404857043482321224</id><published>2010-01-06T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:20:10.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Does this sound dickish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMHAfF3KRk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nMHAfF3KRk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I saw this video and left the comment below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to sound like a dick, but the man knew where he was. He knows what happens to adulterers. Don't get me﻿ wrong, I all against stoning adulterers as their punishment. But he knows where he is. He doesn't want to get stone? Don't cheat. Or don't get married. Or move somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some tough choices, especially for those who can't or don't want to leave. But, I figure staying and not cheating is easier than taking a stone to the left temple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, my opinion was criticized.  I mean, was that a dickish statement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-404857043482321224?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/404857043482321224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-this-sound-dickish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/404857043482321224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/404857043482321224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-this-sound-dickish.html' title='Does this sound dickish?'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-6744658416253489948</id><published>2010-01-04T10:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:19:14.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>NFL Playoff Predictions</title><content type='html'>The match ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Baltimore @ #3 New England&lt;br /&gt;#5 NY Jets @ #4 Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Indy &amp;amp; #2 SD have byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Philly @ #3 Dallas&lt;br /&gt;#5 GB @ #4 Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 NO &amp;amp; #2 Minnesota have byes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Predictions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bal over NE&lt;br /&gt;Cin over NYJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ind over Bal&lt;br /&gt;SD over Cin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SD over Ind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NFC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The NFC is so much harder because I feel that any team can go to the Super Bowl. I don't even feel comfortable with this selection here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phi over Dal&lt;br /&gt;GB over AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO over Phi&lt;br /&gt;Min over GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min over NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bowl XXXIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SD over Min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-6744658416253489948?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/6744658416253489948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/nfl-playoff-predictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6744658416253489948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6744658416253489948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/nfl-playoff-predictions.html' title='NFL Playoff Predictions'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-2898498829997440683</id><published>2010-01-01T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:43:38.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>How did you spend your New Years?</title><content type='html'>Did you start off the night right, become the life of the party, become the official photographer, start talking to a pretty lady, go to the bathroom to puke, stumble outside without telling anyone, puke some more, puke on your shirt, pass out in an alley, almost get run over by someone parking their car, sit on some steps, listen out while your friends scream your name, guide them to you, get lead up back inside to a "red" room, pass out again, complain whenever someone turned the light on, get driven home with a plastic trashbag over your head, have a great night sleep and wake up with not even the slightest hint of a hangover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? I'll tell you who did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/Sz5B7Zx64mI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_O1KJ07KqDE/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/Sz5B7Zx64mI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_O1KJ07KqDE/s400/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421843490189009506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...it could have been a great night.  Welcome 2010...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-2898498829997440683?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/2898498829997440683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-did-you-spend-your-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2898498829997440683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2898498829997440683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-did-you-spend-your-new-years.html' title='How did you spend your New Years?'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/Sz5B7Zx64mI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_O1KJ07KqDE/s72-c/IMG_1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-2376725615523116018</id><published>2009-10-26T10:59:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:40:34.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouEverThinkAbout'/><title type='text'>Introducing a new Blog Series.</title><content type='html'>"You Ever Thing About...?" will explore actions, concepts, thoughts, ideas, etc. that, when you think about it, are complete insane, weird, outstanding, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this won't be a weekly thing. Won't be a monthly thing. Won't be on any type of schedule. The series will come out pretty much how I see fit.  I do have 4 topics, so this blog series will be around for about at least a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Ever Think about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how everything we do, everything that we know and exists on this planet, will be gone in 6 Billion years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna assume that you believe in Stellar Evolution.  I mean, if you didn't, so what? What they hell do we know? Even the smartest scientists may ultimately have it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll continue as if you believe.  The Sun is, no surprise here, a star.  And like any star we theorized ('we' being human beings 100 smarter than you or I...or at least appear 100 times smarter), it goes through a life cycle.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6-PBlGNb4U"&gt;A Star is Born&lt;/a&gt;, exists for a few billion years at a relatively steady temperature, gradually gets warmer, expands massively into a Red Giant, then collapse into a White Dwarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time between now and then, Earth's atmosphere will be completely shredded and the surface will resemble Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuZA1y3ocdI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ffmy04ubH18/s1600-h/total_recall_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuZA1y3ocdI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ffmy04ubH18/s400/total_recall_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397072496382472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just another lovely Sunday on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I know what you're thinking. "Why the fuck would I care? I'&lt;/span&gt;ll be gone by then.  Holy fuck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be gone by then!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry to freak you out.  This isn't one of those "Life on Earth-Mars will turn to shit, so &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9peyZcHL_HA"&gt;Live Your Life&lt;/a&gt; now" type posts.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDcpXlttqq4"&gt;I Swear&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is merely a thought exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, find it fascinating. I find everything about the Universe fascinating. Because I'm a big nerd with lots of time on my hands. No complaints from me. But I wish time would be the only thing on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, I believe that by then, humans would probably find some other planet we could travel to, take the most important (i.e. riches sons a bitches...because money will be so important on a brand new planet) and continue our existences for awhile. Until the resident aliens get sick of us and boot us out.  Who's the dirty Mexican now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuZBZawr-II/AAAAAAAAACo/shHjJnN1XBQ/s1600-h/salma-hayek-cleavage-3.0.0.0x0.400x532.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuZBZawr-II/AAAAAAAAACo/shHjJnN1XBQ/s400/salma-hayek-cleavage-3.0.0.0x0.400x532.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397073108386183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Dirty Mexican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is also makes me think.  In the grand scheme of things, are we really just a spec of dust on the pubic hair of the Universe's nutsack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuXAxpA4rDI/AAAAAAAAACA/r8f5Go45fzI/s1600-h/mapoftheuniverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuXAxpA4rDI/AAAAAAAAACA/r8f5Go45fzI/s400/mapoftheuniverse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396931687529098290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Personally, I like to think that we are just a small glisten of sweat on the Universe's large boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I think the Universe is a &lt;a href="http://notgonnagothere.hellno/"&gt;large chested tranny&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.  That didn't hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-2376725615523116018?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/2376725615523116018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-new-blog-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2376725615523116018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2376725615523116018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-new-blog-series.html' title='Introducing a new Blog Series.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SuZA1y3ocdI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ffmy04ubH18/s72-c/total_recall_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-6437094027972427423</id><published>2009-10-22T04:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:23:49.309-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>"Think Kanye is a jerk? Want him dead?</title><content type='html'>Congratulations, you're worst than him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this after reading some of the tweets regarding the "RIP Kanye West" hoax on Twitter.  Reading some of the things people were tweeting, it kinda annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was gonna post some of the tweets I was talking about, but this is what I get for posting this a day too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, there were a few "He's not dead, but he should be" and "He's not dead, unfortunately" and "Why can't 'RIP Kanye West' be true :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headline is for those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, these types of tweets were few and far between.  And I bet the ones I read were probably in jest.  But for those who were serious or even quasi-serious, I say, "Kanye West is a jerk, an egotistical asshole.  You, my friend, are much worse of a human being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really for the death penalty (save that for another post) but I understand wanting to put someone to death for the crime of murder.  But wishing death on someone for being a jerk/asshole/useless?  You're a bigger piece of shit in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?  One day, Kanye West is walking in the street.  A bus is careening out of control.  I jump out and pull Kanye back from certain death.  Then some Twitteridiot comes up to me and ask, "why did you do that for?"  Their tweets were basically saying the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're one of those people reading this entry and thinking, "Derek, I wish death on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "You're still a bigger asshole.  Bask in your Grand Assholeism!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really don't know why I posted this.  Just trying to stay up to date, I guess).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-6437094027972427423?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/6437094027972427423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-kanye-is-jerk-want-him-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6437094027972427423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6437094027972427423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-kanye-is-jerk-want-him-dead.html' title='&quot;Think Kanye is a jerk? Want him dead?'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-4457560865214800778</id><published>2009-10-16T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:17:17.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>OK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uh, look, if you want me to just keep on doing the same                old thing, then maybe this blog is not for you. I, for one, am not                going to compromise my blogtistic integrity. And I'll tell you                something else, this is the blog and I'm not going to change it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I have no idea what I'm talking about.  I just haven't updated in awhile and was in an Costanza mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not like I have something for you.  I mean I may, but I don't wanna jinx it.  So, I'll stay mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things I could talk about, Obama fucking up (or that's what Fox News tells me), Meghan McCain's might fine boobs, my perspective prospects that may or may not, trip to Philly, jokes I'm coming up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep it positive.  I mean, what's more positive than boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-4457560865214800778?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/4457560865214800778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/4457560865214800778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/4457560865214800778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok.html' title='OK...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8496393371973920916</id><published>2009-06-30T22:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:42:49.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Upcoming Album Releases</title><content type='html'>With targeted dates, months.  Which mean less than a stack of shit but, it's a reference point to anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Big Boi - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Luscious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dust&lt;/span&gt; (8/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Andre 3000 (late '09)&lt;br /&gt;3) Outkast (late '09)&lt;br /&gt;4) Jay-Z - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blueprint3&lt;/span&gt; (9/11/09)&lt;br /&gt;5) Kid Cudi - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man on the Moon: The End of Day&lt;/span&gt; (9/25/09)&lt;br /&gt;6) Lil Wayne - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebirth (8/18/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Bone Thugs N Harmony - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uni5  &lt;/span&gt;(9/22/09)&lt;br /&gt;8) Bobby Ray - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Adventures of Bobby Ray&lt;/span&gt; (9/22/09)&lt;br /&gt;9) Dr. Dre - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detox&lt;/span&gt; ('09...I almost laugh putting this as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upcoming&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;10) Lupe Fiasco (late '09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::New Editions:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should have remembered Wale.  Slaughterhouse was a complete surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Wale - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attention: Deficit&lt;/span&gt; (9/22/09)&lt;br /&gt;12) Slaughterhouse - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slaughterhouse &lt;/span&gt;(8/11/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I update this with some more artists.  Any one I'm forgetting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know I do this to myself.  Haven't I learned not to expect album until I see it under the "Tuesday Releases" section of the Sunday Best Buy weekly ad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8496393371973920916?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8496393371973920916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcoming-album-releases.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8496393371973920916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8496393371973920916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/06/upcoming-album-releases.html' title='Upcoming Album Releases'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8492013670651153090</id><published>2009-06-01T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:39:08.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>In case you didn't know...</title><content type='html'>...I played paintball this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like living a shootout movie scene but without the inconvenience of dying or guilt of killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it doesn't really hurt getting hit, it's enough to make you want to avoid being hit.  Like when you find cover and all you hear is a barrage of paintballs hitting your cover and whizzing by your head, you really scream, "Fuck...I better move!"  Getting hit stings for a split second, then it goes away.  Of course, I was a first time player and was wearing an undershirt, a t-shirt and a long-sleeve tee.  There were guys playing in beaters.  I guess there were use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there were those who were decked out in full army fatigues.  Those guys were hardcore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after playing once...I'm ready to play again.  This time, I'm getting my own marker (or gun for those unfamiliar to the game).  I saw this one marker that looked like an M16.  That shit was ill.  Might get it off eBay in a paintball &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/New-US-ARMY-Alpha-Black-Tactical-Tippmann-SNIPER-Gun_W0QQitemZ130308675059QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_0?hash=item1e570095f3&amp;amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&amp;amp;_trkparms=72%3A2096%7C66%3A2%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318%7C301%3A0%7C293%3A1%7C294%3A50"&gt;package&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't worry, I'll make sure to carry the gun in the bag on the streets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8492013670651153090?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8492013670651153090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-case-you-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8492013670651153090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8492013670651153090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3624322258656952669</id><published>2009-05-25T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:43:09.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Lesson learned.</title><content type='html'>OK, next time I want to check out a comedy open mike, come early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, I won't spend $15 for parking only to get to the venue and be turned away because it was sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, writing jokes, writing lyrics, making beats, all things you would think are simple until you try it.  Then you realized that it is hard as fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I wanna check out a comedy open mike just to get an idea of the talent level that would be expected.  To be a good joke writer, you would have to observe everything and anything and think, "how can I make that int a joke."  Hey, even raping young boys can be funny if said right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...alotta new music coped.  Eminem, Busa-Bus, Kid Cudi, even Curren$y &amp;amp; Drake.  Gotta love new music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, kiddies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-3624322258656952669?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/3624322258656952669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3624322258656952669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3624322258656952669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3533851083059327543</id><published>2009-05-11T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:58:33.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd - My Friends</title><content type='html'>Why the hell not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sh-qbXqGm5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sh-qbXqGm5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-3533851083059327543?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/3533851083059327543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweeney-todd-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3533851083059327543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3533851083059327543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweeney-todd-my-friends.html' title='Sweeney Todd - My Friends'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8990879291652747811</id><published>2009-05-01T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:33:23.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celtics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>From ESPN.com...</title><content type='html'>"Celtics close the most important game of the season, in triple overtime, and the lineup is Rajon Rondo, Brian Scalabrine, Ray Allen, Stephon Marbury, and Eddie House. Who would have predicted that a year ago? They were without injured Kevin Garnett and Leon Powe. James Posey is a Hornet. And Paul Pierce, Glen Davis, and Kendrick Perkins had all fouled out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this quote infuriates &amp;amp; sickens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8990879291652747811?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8990879291652747811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-espncom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8990879291652747811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8990879291652747811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-espncom.html' title='From ESPN.com...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-2002114129374828565</id><published>2009-04-17T12:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:11:33.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>...since I've been on this bitch.  I was thinking about making a post for a while, but I always said, "fogitabouitit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, I have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching tons of videos on &lt;a href="http://lmbao.org"&gt;lmbao.org&lt;/a&gt; (check it out!!), I said to myself, "I can do a comedy routine."  So, lately, I've been working on one.  Basically, the topic of the routine is all the reason why I am a loser (not saying that I am, but if I told you some things about me, anyone would think I was).  If I had a comedy special, it would be called "The Winner at Being a Loser." I would make a point to say that all topics are true stories of what has happened to me (to a point).  Some topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex life (or extreme lack thereof) in college&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution &amp;amp; paranoia&lt;br /&gt;Male proposition on online dating site.&lt;br /&gt;Girl I "met" in Montreal&lt;br /&gt;The appreciating of women who engage in anal sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more and each one can be a 4 minute routine by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't ever do a show but I might get a decent webcam and put it on youtube.  It does get very dirty and gritty, so I wonder how much I can say and still have people look at me the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are gonna recoil in disgust, I at least hope it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-2002114129374828565?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/2002114129374828565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2002114129374828565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2002114129374828565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-7214038735120643391</id><published>2009-03-20T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:15:34.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Haven't been on here in a minute...</title><content type='html'>I haven't forgotten about this...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on some big things.  Looking to put what I have learned into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll be back with some updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-7214038735120643391?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/7214038735120643391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-been-on-here-in-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7214038735120643391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7214038735120643391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/havent-been-on-here-in-minute.html' title='Haven&apos;t been on here in a minute...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-1661943234708052250</id><published>2009-03-09T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:53:56.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I keep having this recurring dream...</title><content type='html'>This recurring dream revolves around me not being able to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situations change, but the same theme is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had dreams where I was a cop, I was protecting my home, I was a good Samaritan, I was a criminal getting away from the police, even one where I was having a water fight with a supersoaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a one or two dreams were I was lucid and was able to will my gun to fire bullets.  But now that doesn't even work.  It has gotten to the pint where if I fire a gun and it doesn't work, I [i]know[/i] it's a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm no dream therapist, but I am fairly certain I know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, it means that in my life, I don't "pull the trigger" enough.  Which almost goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I know I should.  Now I know what all those math-illiterate people in high school felt when I explained the reason behind the idea derivatives.  They didn't get it and I kept asking myself, "why not?  It's so simple."  Fast forward to now.  People ask me, why don't you just ______________ (any number of things) and I reply, "I just can't/won't don't want to" and people respond, "why not?  It's so simple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I wasn't me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-1661943234708052250?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/1661943234708052250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-having-this-recurring-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1661943234708052250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1661943234708052250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keep-having-this-recurring-dream.html' title='I keep having this recurring dream...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-7913881622961176236</id><published>2009-03-07T20:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:22:41.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Don't ya just wish...</title><content type='html'>...you would walk up to a girl and say "Hi, I think you look very pretty.  I would like to spend a little time with you, get to know you?" without her being a total bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, shit, why are some women such bitches when someone actually talks to them like a human being not some hottie looking to get fucked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm fine now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-7913881622961176236?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/7913881622961176236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-ya-just-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7913881622961176236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7913881622961176236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-ya-just-wish.html' title='Don&apos;t ya just wish...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-383249042165944246</id><published>2009-03-04T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:47:28.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Lil Wayne - Prom Queen (video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/Glu7kELf6SicLCRI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/Glu7kELf6SicLCRI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-383249042165944246?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/383249042165944246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/lil-wayne-prom-queen-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/383249042165944246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/383249042165944246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/03/lil-wayne-prom-queen-video.html' title='Lil Wayne - Prom Queen (video)'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-1811451417209540890</id><published>2009-02-25T14:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:59:19.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Top 5 tracks from K'naan's album, Troubadour.</title><content type='html'>I'm saying it again, this album is fantastic!  And now, I present, my top 5 tracks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 15 Minutes Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTDktOS1jpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTDktOS1jpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wavin' Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8V8S_REhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8V8S_REhk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Somalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fz3rG5swx9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fz3rG5swx9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fatima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6e7Tg6rSgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6e7Tg6rSgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People Like Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xVwBP4WfQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xVwBP4WfQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-1811451417209540890?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/1811451417209540890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-5-tracks-from-knaans-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1811451417209540890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1811451417209540890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-5-tracks-from-knaans-album.html' title='Top 5 tracks from K&apos;naan&apos;s album, Troubadour.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-6826178982077646826</id><published>2009-02-24T15:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:23:38.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SaRfJsx7RBI/AAAAAAAAABI/2xgoLho1hZc/s1600-h/51vG8T%2BHx0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SaRfJsx7RBI/AAAAAAAAABI/2xgoLho1hZc/s400/51vG8T%2BHx0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306470881193313298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, cruising on iTunes Music store, I came across K'naan, some Somali-Canadian rapper.  He had two albums with a couple of good songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with news that his new album was oout, I thought I give it a good listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this album is good!!!  Definitely check it out!  No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Joe Budden's [i]Padded Room[/i] was released.  This album is pretty good, as well.  Definitely a good day for hip hop fans (well, a good day, musically, for me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-6826178982077646826?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/6826178982077646826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-album-op-ed-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6826178982077646826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6826178982077646826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-album-op-ed-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SaRfJsx7RBI/AAAAAAAAABI/2xgoLho1hZc/s72-c/51vG8T%2BHx0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-7287269881990542835</id><published>2009-02-20T18:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:23:53.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SZ88ATFI-EI/AAAAAAAAABA/sbGniGp9FYU/s1600-h/605px-Hawk_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SZ88ATFI-EI/AAAAAAAAABA/sbGniGp9FYU/s400/605px-Hawk_eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305024861885233218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an hawk's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it should be a future album cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-7287269881990542835?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/7287269881990542835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-hawks-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7287269881990542835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7287269881990542835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-hawks-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SZ88ATFI-EI/AAAAAAAAABA/sbGniGp9FYU/s72-c/605px-Hawk_eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3278010417992249766</id><published>2009-02-18T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:32:07.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Kanye West ft. KiD CuDi - Welcome To Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3256023&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3256023&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3256023"&gt;KANYE WEST "Welcome To Heartbreak" Directed by Nabil&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user666523"&gt;nabil elderkin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you're computer is not fucked up.  I think the video is suppose to look like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-3278010417992249766?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/3278010417992249766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/kanye-west-ft-kid-cudi-welcome-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3278010417992249766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3278010417992249766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/kanye-west-ft-kid-cudi-welcome-to.html' title='Kanye West ft. KiD CuDi - Welcome To Heartbreak'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8051735996694750005</id><published>2009-02-12T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:53:25.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Two songs I'm diggin' rght now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EitH_HqUlhg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EitH_HqUlhg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang Bang&lt;/span&gt; - Young Jeezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTNbZDSWkuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QTNbZDSWkuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Bad Dream&lt;/span&gt; - Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about songs on two different ends of the spectrum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8051735996694750005?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8051735996694750005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-songs-im-diggin-rght-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8051735996694750005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8051735996694750005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-songs-im-diggin-rght-now.html' title='Two songs I&apos;m diggin&apos; rght now!'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-768530255782544091</id><published>2009-02-09T14:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:00:43.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Albums to be released in 2009</title><content type='html'>...that I am waiting patiently for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Big Boi - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Luscious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Andre 3000&lt;br /&gt;3) Outkast&lt;br /&gt;4) Busta Rhymes - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back on my Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Jay-Z - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blueprint3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Lil Wayne - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebirth &lt;/span&gt;(yes, I am anticipating it)&lt;br /&gt;7) Linkin Park (even though it is suppose to be a 'Concept Album', whatever that could mean).&lt;br /&gt;8) Bone Thugs N Harmony - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uni5  &lt;/span&gt;I hope they still have it.&lt;br /&gt;9) Eminem - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relapse&lt;/span&gt;.  Early in his career, Em had a knack for making his single the worst song on the album, if that is true for this one, then cotdamn.&lt;br /&gt;10) Dr. Dre - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 &amp;amp; 12) Lupe Fiasco.  I just learned of this fiasco.  Apparently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LupEND &lt;/span&gt;was suppose to be his last album.  He put it on hold and instead will release &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three more albums&lt;/span&gt; between June 2009 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great American Rap Album&lt;/span&gt;) &amp;amp; June 2010 (the second album in December 2009), followed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LupE.N.D.&lt;/span&gt;  Damn, son.  If he can pull that off...whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I fully expect half of these albums not be released this year (I'm looking at you Busta &amp;amp; Dre) and a few to suck.  But this is a pretty impressive list for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: I might make a Chris Brown/Rihanna post in a few days.  Something tells me we're gonna learn a lot more about what went &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gya2M28P1Bw"&gt;Down...Down...Down, Down&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry...it's gonna take a lot more than a Rihanna beatdown for me to not like this song).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-768530255782544091?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/768530255782544091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/albums-to-be-released-in-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/768530255782544091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/768530255782544091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/albums-to-be-released-in-2009.html' title='Albums to be released in 2009'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-845464605305438439</id><published>2009-02-02T17:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:17:24.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>So, housing hunting sucks...</title><content type='html'>So, my sister &amp;amp; I have been house hunting for a month.  Which is an relatively incredibly short time.   But with each house we look at, we get a little more discouraged about what we can afford.  Did is probably what those super sap suckers who bought more then they can afford felt.  Thinking "we can go 10 grand higher."  Then they see that house, realize that they probably have to spend 15-20 grand to fix it up.  Next thing you know, they are paying 25-30 grand more than they can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably make sure that doesn't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start think about the little joys about owning a house.  And by 'joys', I mean extremely, agonizing, annoying anti-perks.  You never realize how much a house has to be maintained.  Broken heater?  That's on you.  Pipes need replacing?  That's on you!  Making sure you house's structure doesn't crumple right under you feet?  That's on you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I have to ask, "is it worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Condo route might be better.  Getting a condo isn't exactly painless.  But if I can afford the fee, why can't someone else take care of that other shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-845464605305438439?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/845464605305438439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-housing-hunting-sucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/845464605305438439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/845464605305438439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-housing-hunting-sucks.html' title='So, housing hunting sucks...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-3153880230932477422</id><published>2009-01-21T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:59:03.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Well, Obama is the President...</title><content type='html'>...time to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-3153880230932477422?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/3153880230932477422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-obama-is-president.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3153880230932477422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/3153880230932477422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-obama-is-president.html' title='Well, Obama is the President...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-6813884783838104408</id><published>2009-01-19T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:23:35.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Real Men vs. Little Boys?</title><content type='html'>We have all heard women say this.  They want real men, not little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't know how a woman would differentiate between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that makes me a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what does it really mean?  How would a woman answer that?  I really wish women visited this blog so that I can get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, do real men co-host dinner parties, take out the trash...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; (too much) complaint, call their girls in front of their boys without trying to hide it, pay bills on time, own a car? Are these the hallmarks of a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about a boy?  Do boys play Madden, live at home, work steady "professional" jobs with little to no ambition, hang out with their boys for hours without calling their girls?  Are these boy tendencies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if a guy does things from both lists? Does that make him a boy or a man?  Or a hybrid manboy?  Is a Manboy better than a boy, but worse than a man?  Am I crazy to think that the best a woman can ask for from a man under 35 is a man who can keep his boy in check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have questions...and I need answers.  What ca I say, I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-6813884783838104408?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/6813884783838104408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-men-vs-little-boys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6813884783838104408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/6813884783838104408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-men-vs-little-boys.html' title='Real Men vs. Little Boys?'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-7741673940885855504</id><published>2009-01-11T03:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:22:24.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>...I figure you havea newspaper subscription, a TV or the Internet, so you know about the crazy shit happening in the Middle East (well, the crazy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; shit, not just your regular crazy shit, the crazy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; shit).  And I have one opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have no opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I don't care, but because I am not really informed about what the fuck is happening.  I mean, America supports Israel (through thick and thin, for reasons that are beyond my understanding), yet it seems like Israel is the aggressors against Hamas.  Yet, I don't know if Hamas started it and Israel is just going out of control.  Is Israel purposely bombing civilian targets (making a statement) or is Hamas purposely using civilians targets as fronts? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are alot of thinks I don't know.  Like, why did I make this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or why I made it at 3:20AM on an early Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just weird like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michaela_Watkins" title="Michaela Watkins"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-7741673940885855504?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/7741673940885855504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7741673940885855504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7741673940885855504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-7277034263991860768</id><published>2009-01-07T16:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:52:32.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>New Hip Hop...</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to some new music from some new artists.  Check em out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlIf_F8rxxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlIf_F8rxxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currensy - Drug Flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beat is nice.  This is the type of beat that would take me a week to produce and not even get close to sounding good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz7X2Ckd80o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qz7X2Ckd80o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Hamilton - Windows Media Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beat is pretty average, if you ask me.  But it's made completely of sounds from Windows XP.  That's pretty creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGYieq_EudA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGYieq_EudA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely dig this track!  The beat is smooth, all while using rough sounds and the flow is great!  Plus, the chorus is very catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_F0LD3vdf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_F0LD3vdf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stat Quo - Another Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the chorus feel of this beat.  Can't help but bump ya head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a closing note, Stat Quo released two mixtapes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bailout&lt;/span&gt; a while back &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QuoCity&lt;/span&gt; recently), but should have been released as regular albums.  Both are quality.  I suggest you check them out...if you like hip hop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-7277034263991860768?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/7277034263991860768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7277034263991860768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7277034263991860768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-hip-hop.html' title='New Hip Hop...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-1848999097094946784</id><published>2009-01-02T14:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:53:16.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Well, it's the second day of 2009...</title><content type='html'>...and I already plan on doing something drastically out of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::EDIT::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Not trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Working up the courage to try, only to realize the opportunity is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is stinging like a...uh, well...like a bee right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, now I'm gonna have to reflect on this all weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-1848999097094946784?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/1848999097094946784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-its-second-day-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1848999097094946784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/1848999097094946784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-its-second-day-of-2009.html' title='Well, it&apos;s the second day of 2009...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-7774101808757992724</id><published>2009-01-01T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:18:39.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years'/><title type='text'>Every New Year, I feel the same way...</title><content type='html'>"Well, New years are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each bang of a firework in the air, we know it's not to be, that for the rest of our sad, wretched pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably; happy new year? No such thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-7774101808757992724?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/7774101808757992724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-new-year-i-feel-same-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7774101808757992724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/7774101808757992724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-new-year-i-feel-same-way.html' title='Every New Year, I feel the same way...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-8964361042235818142</id><published>2008-12-29T12:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:56:15.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I hope this isn't a downer.</title><content type='html'>I know how much my readers didn't like when I talked about future events, like marriages and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to say something about a topic we sometimes think is a distant future event, but can happen at any moment...you know what I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, there was a (very sudden) death in my very extended "family" (if I can even call it that).  But still, I see how much such a thing like that has created ripples in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think..."how would I react if this death was 'closer' than it was?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something we don't wanna think about.  But if you ask me, we should be thinking about it all the time.  Now in a sad way, but in a 'be happy for now' way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the only one to, every now and then, get that 'cold shudder' when they think that at some point, it is GUARANTEED that I'll die (I should point out hear that the state of being dead doesn't scare me, but dying does').  But I rarely think..."I can wake up and by the time I go back to sleep, my _________ (really, REALLY close relative and/or friend) can be dead."  Especially when someone has already died (because it always feels like death happens in groups.  So, you think about the next one to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anything I think about was how sudden this death was.  And it wasn't an accidental death...it was a health related death.  Unless you run marathons on your spare time, you have to think about your own health.  I mean, I think about college and I am surprised I am as healthy as I am now.  In college, I ate a lot of shit.  I was able to get my health under control, but I still have to think,your body is fickle.  Something can happen in the blink of an eye.  If you're not ready...shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25, turning 26.  I used to think I had years and years, 20, 30 maybe 40 (barring anything accidental happening).  Now, I can be as safe and cautious as humanly possibly and still be gone in 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years is not a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to say as a response to this...I guess I just needed to get it off my chest for awhile.  I guess...I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-8964361042235818142?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/8964361042235818142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope-this-isnt-downer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8964361042235818142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/8964361042235818142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hope-this-isnt-downer.html' title='I hope this isn&apos;t a downer.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-2555148176797823019</id><published>2008-12-28T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:35:10.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beats'/><title type='text'>Hot off the presses</title><content type='html'>I created a new beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_C7lHrJZKZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_C7lHrJZKZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-2555148176797823019?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/2555148176797823019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-off-presses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2555148176797823019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/2555148176797823019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-off-presses.html' title='Hot off the presses'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-4952390652272059533</id><published>2008-12-26T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:37:47.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><title type='text'>I should have known...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nce6OfT6ZIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nce6OfT6ZIM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known this beat was sampled.  It was way too ill to be original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bc8NqMJeU-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bc8NqMJeU-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to around 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I like to listen to the original works that inspired samples.  I never understood why people always talked about how good music was back then (OK, I kinda did understand.  But my understanding is MUCH better now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FotZvHAD3gQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FotZvHAD3gQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you don't feel like single the Oooos at 1:25...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-4952390652272059533?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/4952390652272059533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-should-have-known.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/4952390652272059533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/4952390652272059533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-should-have-known.html' title='I should have known...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-5249290119879959551</id><published>2008-12-23T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:11:20.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas is in 2 days...</title><content type='html'>...and this motherfucker came and went like a John during lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, in years past, Christmas would last damn near 6 weeks.  This year, Christmas barely had it's 12 days.  I wonder if this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minor&lt;/span&gt; economic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;downturn&lt;/span&gt; had anything to do with that.  I think more and more people are doing their Christmas shopping later and later.  Today, I went to the Mall to get a few cards and a Xmas hat and it took me 50 minutes.  30 of which I was finding parking and then trying to leave the structure.  Hint...if the mall has a relatively non-maneuverable parking situation, expect to be there longer than 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sad though.  Every year, Christmas is becoming more and more NOT like the Christmases of old.  Remember when you went to sleep, excited as all hell?  Waking up, to unwrap 5, 6, 7 or even as high as 10 presents?  All cool shit, like video games, toys, etc.  That joy was great.  Now, you'll get a crapload of cards (of which you couldn't care less about), maybe a present or two.  I guess it could be worse, I could be getting nothing at all.  But thank goodness for Swaps/grabs.  Get one gift, give one gift.  Works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get through Christmas, I absolutely have to start making plans for New Year's.  The last couple of years have been some real duds.  This year, I want something halfway memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not memorable because it was so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-5249290119879959551?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/5249290119879959551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-in-2-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/5249290119879959551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/5249290119879959551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-in-2-days.html' title='Christmas is in 2 days...'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1684339425700891107.post-4617457648789166491</id><published>2008-12-22T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:44:11.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello Everyone (which should include nobody, as of now).  I was a blogger on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.xanga.com/dr_omels"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for a long time, since college, then off and on since graduating.  I wanted to start blogging again, but felt like I needed something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, if you're familiar with my last blog (and you probably shouldn't), you would remember how much of a prissy punk I was.  Well, this blog is gonna be different.  I am promising CHANGE (which, of course, will come in small bunches in which you may notice and appreciate or won't notice and deride).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This blog, I'm gonna talk about stuff, like Politics (can you tell), Religion, varying interests like movies, music, plays (yeah, right), etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if something in my life happens to be of interest, I'll lay it all out.  Things like crushes, weird family issues, work, major moves (like buying a house.  Not an apartment, not a condo, a damn HOUSE...coming 4/1/09).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might throwing the occasional "Oh woest me..." post, but I'll try to be constructive (and if anyone points out that I am going back on my promise of change, I swear, I'm gonna sick my VP on you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, this was just a little introduction on what's to come.  I hope you laugh, I hope you cry, I hope you take that needle out your eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1684339425700891107-4617457648789166491?l=thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/feeds/4617457648789166491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/4617457648789166491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1684339425700891107/posts/default/4617457648789166491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeortimesofderek.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to my Blog.'/><author><name>Derek</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdHgna1EU6I/SVAA2T0ivnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Om5u8AsEzHU/S220/n8203242_880.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
