<?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-8181224</id><updated>2012-01-16T10:31:06.257-08:00</updated><category term='lemonade crack addict'/><category term='Cult of Femi'/><category term='lionel ritchie belgium'/><category term='return facebook'/><title type='text'>Musings of a  vibrant imagination</title><subtitle type='html'>Projectile vomiting of my volatile thots.. A chronicle of my way of thinking.. 
I got issues.. don't remind me. Just describe them to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-649661691799842570</id><published>2012-01-16T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:31:06.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every woman should have nekkid pics!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember in the old days. When you had take a picture and have it developed? Or if you were handy, develop it yourself? Then Polaroids came along. Instant shots??!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now we have digital cameras where I can take a pic and blast it to soo many people via email or post it on the web and have the world ogle at my naughty bits. Not MY naughty bits, I am a guy and I don&amp;#39;t have much of me that I can photograph that is worth checking out online. Women, however do. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There is something intimate about the female form. The adage of &amp;quot; u see one breast , you seen them all&amp;quot; is a LIE. You see one breast, you want to see the rest of them is more accurate.  What has woman&amp;#39;s bodies and camera got to do with each other? &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I honestly believe that almost every woman has had nekkid pics of themselves someplace.  Maybe they were too chicken to keep them and deleted them but I honestly think that vanity is too strong for any woman that has GOd given or manufactured firm boobies to NOT take  pics of them. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It is soo easy these days./ Forget Digital cameras. let talk about cell phone cameras.  in the depths of many cell phones is a grainy pics of some chick&amp;#39;s boobs. WHY? Because men like boobs and women like showing it to them. &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Don&amp;#39;t give me that crap about women not wanting to show it to them. What do you call a cleavage showing top or dress? It is a juxtaposition of style and mamaries that is most pleasing to the opposite sex and some deviant members of the same sex.  If you are going to wear a dress that displays 4 inches of cleavage, why does the notion of fully exposed  boobs sounds so negative?&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you women might be smart enough to not send nekkid pictures to someone else but I highly doubt that. The combination of a splendidly youthful body with the addled teenage/young adult brain coupled with cell phone cameras is a recipe for a sex tape. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cameras get better, there will be more incidents of nudity flying across cellular networks and Land connections. I just saw a phone with HDMI out. HD video from a phone camera. HD boobies!!! &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:16px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#a1a1a1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#a1a1a1"&gt;The future is firm and perky!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &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/8181224-649661691799842570?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/649661691799842570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=649661691799842570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/649661691799842570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/649661691799842570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-woman-should-have-nekkid-pics.html' title='Every woman should have nekkid pics!!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6559519954692291693</id><published>2009-04-11T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:27:09.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know why parents don't understand.</title><content type='html'>Remember all the stuff u worried about in high school or college? Things that HAD to HAPPEN or OMG, the world will end and you will soo die?? Not so much of a big deal right now is it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember complaining about the pocket money that your parents doled out to you? How you HAD to make it stretch? Or maybe some of you didn&amp;#39;t have the pleasant memory of pocket money.  We salute you soldiers and thank you for not robbing me.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Remember that guy or girl that you soo wanted to speak with you but nothing ever came about it? Or the one that actually made your heart krump with joy yet they got tired of you and broke up with you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Remember who you thought you will never get over it. You would spend days playing moody R&amp;amp;B music involving some guy wailing about the loss of his baby and nod your head in agreement. Maybe even write some crappy poetry about the darkness of your heart. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;High School Prom is a distant memory for me. The angst I went through with that is nothing compared to the serious relationships in College or wondering if I would get married. I couldn&amp;#39;t generate the courage to ask a gal out to the Prom!!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet now,  I was able to pull a Hot chick all the way from Chicago to be with me in Texas. DAMN, it feels good to be a gangsta!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got my first job,  I remember having $100 in my pocket and 10 days before my next paycheck and I had to make it a game to survive with the money in my pocket cuz I had NO choice.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pocket money sounds sweeet now especially since I know that rent, water, electricity, internet and cable was taken care of my Daddy and Mommy. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t get me started on child birth and child rearing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is why parents don&amp;#39;t understand anymore.  There is sooo much stuff that happens to us after 16 yrs that makes our memory of being that young seem freaking angelic. we think back to 15-16 yrs and nothing we went thru compares to the what we endured later. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do u show real sympathy for a little gal that doesn&amp;#39;t have ANY idea how bigger the real World is compared to the little one she thinks she has? How do u stay in the NOW when you have been there but seen so much more?&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Parents do understand but it is just that they DO KNOW what the kids are feeling right now will be remembered fondly in comparison to what they will deal with later. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is that an excuse to be uncaring and brusque to your teenagers? No but it does explain why our parents didn&amp;#39;t roll  on the floor and pour ashes on their head when you tell them that you just got a new pimple right before prom.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you are thinking.. &amp;quot;Prom ke?&amp;quot; Sharrap in advance! You understand what I  am talking about. &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/8181224-6559519954692291693?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6559519954692291693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6559519954692291693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6559519954692291693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6559519954692291693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-why-parents-dont-understand.html' title='I know why parents don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3140197217443195145</id><published>2009-03-30T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:35:28.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am sorry.. babies suck!!</title><content type='html'>sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since I became a father, I laugh internally when I hear people say stuff like, I am not ready to be a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who truly is? Lord knows I wasn't. I thought I was and was a very willing participant in the process but now I hold my lil pretty one in my hands, I mourn for what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the spontaneity. the sheer get up and go possibilities that I had before. The funny thing was that I had mourned the loss of my single spontaneity. Now, I miss the spontaneity of being married with no child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what annoys me the most is the degree of difficulty certain things have become because I have a child now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband /wife dynamic totally changes. I now refer to Childbirth as the Great reset. Any decisions, discussions, plans or deals made before the baby are subject to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my pre baby wife. This new one was unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the key isn't it? All of this is unexpected. I don;t care how "ready" you think you are. It is all unexpected. You might "know" what you will expect but the experience is different for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the relationship between my spouse and I will change but I didn't realize how much I would miss the old relationship. I didn't think that I would feel it so sharply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my pre baby life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some might consider this whiny.I can't unmake my child and I can't go back in time. These things I miss, exist in the past. All I can do is forge forward wit hmy new reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that the first few years in their marriage was hard. Mine were very easy and wonderful. Maybe it is time for me to work harder in my marriage and buil don the foundation we had in the initial years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love still fills my home. I love wifey and my child can be a joy to behold. I just have this new reality that I need to forge into something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not sacrifice my marriage for my child. I will love my wife and my child and we will all grow together for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to me bitch. I guess for the first time in my marriage, I now have to actively work on sculpting it to something wonderful. I am lucky in that respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think I wish I could have delayed having kids with all the complaining I am doing. I had them at the right time as far as I am concerned. if I could have had them earlier, i would have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3140197217443195145?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3140197217443195145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3140197217443195145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3140197217443195145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3140197217443195145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-sorry-babies-suck.html' title='Am sorry.. babies suck!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3880620067724678111</id><published>2009-03-30T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:30:12.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie to me!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes after u been with somebody for a while. the stories get kinda stale. U start hearing the same childhood stories she told u before about her mother and u just have to grin and bear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. As a guy, I have less stories on MY rotation so I am sure my girl has had to weather thru the same " the day I became a real Man" story 11- 120 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the answers to "How was your day?" are the issue here. After 2-3 years of hearing "fine" or "ok" or " great" start to get on your nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey comes home from the grocery stores and all she has in her story basket is some chick mistaken our baby girl for a guy. That is it. &lt;br /&gt;I asked " what did you say to her?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" she replied, I walked off.&lt;br /&gt;BooooooooooooooRING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she LOOVES to hear my stories about how my customers were upset that they didn't have 24/7 access to the internet or my meetings with my boss that went very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was your meeting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It went well. We came up with some good action points and left with a consensus of what needs to be done at the blah... blah blah blah.."&lt;br /&gt;BooooooRrrring......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to look at your spouse and think "Why doesn't anything interesting happen to you?" "Why don't you get kidnapped or something and come back to tell us about it?!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything!! Just don't came back from work to hear that nothing interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it came to me today. How about we spice up our life by lying about it?? Seriously! What harm would there be if we did. At least we could weave a great yarn that will entrance our listeners for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain the lie as long as you can. It will be fun that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the grocery story with embellishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey , can you believe that someone say our baby with the pink bow in her head and STILL called her a boy??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, what did you say to her??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I grabbed her hair and pulled it as close to the baby carrier and demanded that she apologize to my baby girl for her insults!! When she struggled, I slapped her 3 times and dropkicked her into the frozen food section!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crap!! u r awesome!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me that doesn't brighten up your evening with that story. Now wifey and I can cuddle by the TV, anticipating a SWAT team knocking on our door. If that isn't exciting, I don't know what to tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my Boss meeting story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Honey , how was your meeting with your boss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!! My CEO and 3 VPs joined the meeting on a whim and congratulated me on a fantastic job so far. They wanted to reward me with a 5% raise and I told my CEO to kiss my ass with that pansy raise. One of the VP tried to reprimand and I told HIM to suck it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, incredible!! what did they say to that??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The CEO was impressed and praised my huge cojones and gave me a 200% raise!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow Awesome baby, I love you even more!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, try it out. Take a normal, mundane day and spin a great lie about it. Give your spouse one exciting story for the day. It might not be true but it sure will beat the usual crap we say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3880620067724678111?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3880620067724678111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3880620067724678111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3880620067724678111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3880620067724678111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2009/03/lie-to-me.html' title='Lie to me!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3177930333809913621</id><published>2009-03-30T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:27:10.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel bad for the old geezer racists</title><content type='html'>I feel bad for the old racists. The ones 70 yrs or more. The ones that REALLY can talk about the good old days. Those days, they could string up a Negro on a tree and gather around, take pictures and talk about family vacations while the man kicked and died over their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to scare away black families with a brightly lit cross, some choice words, harassment and still make it in time to be an usher for the Wednesday bible study at Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those great days when there were still enough overt legal Jim crow laws being enforced to allow old racists to still feel that Negroes knew their places. A negro could be free but if he didn’t have a job, correct papers, the right color shoes and looked suspicious, they locked him up a jail and made him work his sentence in "prison farms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they all curse the name of MLK. "MLK messed that up" they mutter in their soup .&lt;br /&gt;Civil rights movement really pushed those old "string a nigger up" days out of their social calendar. Bear in mind, they were still doing it but skulking into the dark woods just didn’t have the same panache as a Main street lynching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am sure they sent copious thank you cards and poured liquor out to the idiot that killed James Byrd in Texas over there. Something to the effect that he was old skool with his negro relationship skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, they must just HATE life. Especially when they turn on TV. Every new channel every day talking about it. It must suck old geezer donkey balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A black president??? U must be freaking kidding me??!! Every time I see him on TV, I spit out my teeth, then change the channel and have to get my jamaican nurse to drain my colostomy bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and Die racists. I hope your health insurance agent is black as well. I am sorry, I take that back. I hope you all live a very long time and may all your daughters marry a man from another race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some more black eyed pea soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3177930333809913621?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3177930333809913621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3177930333809913621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3177930333809913621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3177930333809913621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-bad-for-old-geezer-racists.html' title='I feel bad for the old geezer racists'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4451864523693893890</id><published>2009-03-18T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:31:30.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return facebook'/><title type='text'>Been a long time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, it has been along time. I have actually been on face book for awhile now.  I guess I fashied this side for the new hotness but I am back now because I realized that this blog here is Mine and alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It might not have the viewership I have on facebook but it will allow me to say what I want and when I want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to transfer some of my notes to  blogspot  over the next 2-3 days. there will be a lot of new content for any none FB people so hopefully you can enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4451864523693893890?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4451864523693893890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4451864523693893890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4451864523693893890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4451864523693893890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2009/03/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time..'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2909571234317731591</id><published>2008-09-17T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:18:08.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How screwed are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Each Candidate wants to spend their way out of this .. this fiasco we call an economy. the Government is bailing out private orgs. People call it unprecedented but is it really? When private&amp;nbsp;companies&amp;nbsp;can get in soo close with Government to the point of drafting&amp;nbsp;bills&amp;nbsp;that the senator just rubber stamps. We past unprecedented a long time ago. It was Congress that deregulated the markets that allowed for such a FUBAR situation. Maybe it is&amp;nbsp;justified&amp;nbsp;that tax payer money is used to bail these companies out. It was tax payers that elected these ass holes to office and it was lazy tax payers that allowed incumbents have an almost unprecedented reign in congress and the senate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obama is a breath of fresh air but can he really fix this mess? &amp;nbsp;Maybe we need to let McCain field this situation. Let the Republicans have the next 4 yrs cuz it will be rough. I don;t know how I will feel in 4 yrs when I hear some short sighted republican bleating on how the Democrats didn&amp;#39;t fix anything the last 4 yrs, let the Repubs come in and do a better job.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how I can convert my assets to currency that will withstand this crash.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8181224-2909571234317731591?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2909571234317731591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2909571234317731591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2909571234317731591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2909571234317731591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-screwed-are-we.html' title='How screwed are we?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3432887323370197066</id><published>2008-08-27T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:38:08.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are crazy and I blame my baby!!!</title><content type='html'>My parents are crazy and I blame my baby. That cute fragile of joy, love, poop and sleep bring the crazy out of parents. CRAZY!!!!! Parents treat their grandkids more protectively than they treat their kids and it freaking pisses me off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my mommy raised me in freaking Warri!! Mosquito ridden warri.  Yeah I lived in Shell Camp but mosquitos full ground. Malaria everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No car seat, childproofing of homes and yet  I don’t understand how I could have survived my first 2 months with the way doctors talk about taking children outside in the US!  In the US, we have people that don’t let their children out of their apartments for 3 months cuz of the freaking germs outside.  How do Nigerian babies survive with those terminator mosquitos out there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same mommy that took her 2 week child on an intl plane trip now thinks that taking my child out for a walk is dangerous. Let’s see.  A sealed  airborne  tube of germ filled folks all stuck together for the next 15 hours breathing recycled air versus a walk outside a nice house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I know that parents are crazy? I made this argument and I was told that these are different times then. Obviously the germs in the 70s were nicer to their elders and didn’t talk about to them as well. **sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to not grind my teeth when my parents said stuff like”be careful with my child!!” as I carried her.  Your child? Your child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand how much of a crossroads having a child is.   All of a sudden, the notion of protecting my family becomes starkly evident. The realization that I can and Will lay ANYONE out if they do anything harmful to my children is suprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dad went nuts and tried to hurt my girl, he is getting dropkicked in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;My mom?           Clothesline off the turnbuckle.&lt;br /&gt;Father in law?    Super suplex with a DDT.&lt;br /&gt;Mother in law?  Figure 4 leg lock with...  u get the picture right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is a way to negotiate thru the expectations of parents without hurting feelings or worse.&lt;br /&gt;There is something about a child that brings up all these desires for their grand child and they turn this very critical eye on their Grown Ass Children to see if they are up to the task of raising the new born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forbid, the  G.A.C does, says, thinks or attempts something that they feel is NOT provider material.&lt;br /&gt;God help you because it WILL happen, watch out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never has a critical eye being placed on my financial situation like it has now that I am a father. I swear, I felt like I needed to submit a credit report to my parents and explain to them why I don’t have a perfect score and what made me think that I could bring  a child into this world with this score??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the big one is house work. Most Parents will arrive at a child house and declare it filthy and sparkle the hell out of it.  When single, that stuff is freaking awesome.  I truly recommend that u get your mom to come over and clean your apt and as soon as she leaves, you move out to a new one. That is the only way you will see any cents of that security deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When married, it is a tad embarrassing especially if the parents blame your spouse for the current condition of the house. Usually they will blame me for my slovenly ways and spend their time cackling about how horrible picking up underwear is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When married with child, it is a whole ball of wax. Every dust ball is a crime against humanity. Soiled laundries are indication to call Child protection Services and god forbid, dirty dishes stay for more than a day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take most of this stuff because it is based out of a desperate love for my child. They mean well. They do.  Thy have to carry and hold my kid for a short period of time before they have to go back to their lives elsewhere. Instead of holding on to my child when they want to take her from me, I should give her to them. I will have a lot more hugs than they will ever have in their lifetime plus they are old already. I need to see some things from their POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing did  upset me soo much . I don’t know how else I should feel about it but when parents try to physically protect their grandkids from their parents, I see red. When they take it upon themselves that THEY know what is better for the child than I do. It is like their love has been tainted by the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I would make a Wheel of Time reference ( Saidar/saidin) but the geek police will  taser me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents but that is too much. You don’t get many opportunities to dropkick a father in the chest. Please don’t tempt me pops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3432887323370197066?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3432887323370197066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3432887323370197066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3432887323370197066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3432887323370197066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-parents-are-crazy-and-i-blame-my.html' title='My parents are crazy and I blame my baby!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-7672340649034704826</id><published>2008-08-15T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:35:32.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are Computers stil Slow???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;I mean seriously!! We have Handheld devices that are currently faster than the Computers I used in College! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;My Cell phone downloads pages off the internet faster than modems I used too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;I have seen 14.4 kbps Modems to 15 Megs downloads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Pentium 150MHz to Pentium Quad Core 3GHz procs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Don't get me started on video card specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;So.. WHY.. THE.. FREAK.. DOES IT.. TAKE.. MINUTES.. FOR FR..EAKING .. WINDOWS .. TO LOAD...???!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-7672340649034704826?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/7672340649034704826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=7672340649034704826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7672340649034704826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7672340649034704826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-are-computers-stil-slow.html' title='Why are Computers stil Slow???!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2856717234298148540</id><published>2008-07-16T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:04:42.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fears of a Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;My biggest fear as a father isn&amp;#39;t the loss of Anytime any place in the house Quickies although I fear that loss as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It isn&amp;#39;t the loss of disposable income that&amp;nbsp; occurs when a child now demands non soiled diapers and stuff like&amp;nbsp; fresh new baby clothes. I am good with that. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It isn&amp;#39;t the fear of not been able to view my wife the same sexy hot way she is before she delivers that baby. I have seen the birthing video and I think i am over this fear. Plus I read of a family that the woman has given birth to 18 kids. Obviously the female vagina is a soldier and laughs off the effects of one,2, 3, 12 birthing. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/photos.html"&gt;http://www.duggarfamily.com/photos.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If a christian man can look at his wife after 15 kids and still think &amp;quot; I would like to tap that God given Ass sideways&amp;quot; then I should honor his christian example and represent.&amp;nbsp; This guy takes Psa 127:3 very literally. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;My biggest fear is that my marriage will suffer. I have had people tell em that they have ignored each other Just for the kids. I have seen women express outrage that one should love their husband more than their kids, I have heard a man say that he will divorce his wife before he will part company with his child. All these are powerful expression of their love for thei kin but I cring everytime I hear that. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I love my wife. She is the best decision I ever made in my life and a pretty Hot one too. I have yet to meet another woman that I could look at and say &amp;quot;Gee, I wish my wife was like that&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have seen a couple of stunners and magnificent racks and booties since I have gotten married but they seem to enjoy designer handbags, shopping at Neiman Marcus and abhor sweat in ANY form. I say, any woman that can rivals my wife and isn&amp;#39;t married is either an awesome chick with a vow of celibacy OR a state of art cyborg from the future. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t want to lose us. It is very precious to me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2856717234298148540?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2856717234298148540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2856717234298148540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2856717234298148540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2856717234298148540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-fears-of-father.html' title='My fears of a Father'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2848879079486212680</id><published>2008-07-16T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:55:53.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas breaking Point - My Predictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Do you know what the breaking point in gas prices is? I know. it is simple. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;$6.33- $7.67/gallon. In other words, equilibrium.&amp;nbsp; When the US is on par with Europe in gas prices, we will watch a nation break. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;At that price, people with small to medium sized sedans with 13-15 gallons tank will pay $100 for gas. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SUV will guzzle $126- 152 per filling. it wont matter if the car does 20 miles per gallon. More than a $100 each filling will literally kill families off. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Imagine, the regular family that lives in the suburbs, 25-40 miles from where Dad work cuz this is where he can buy a house. throw in groceries run, soccer practices, church, movies and eating out, we are easily filling up every week. $504- $608 a month for just gas. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Remember, at $7.6 per gallon, even a Toyota Yaris will cost almost a $100 to fill up. Even if you fill out 3 times a week, that still comes to $378 a month. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This amount is rivaling many car payments people can make these days. If you are unlucky enough to pay more than $400 a month for your car loan, then congratulations.. you are royally getting a hosing. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;Most people live check to check right now so how much more can we take? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Things can get scary real quick.&amp;nbsp; The US has the innovation to go greener and push for alternate forms of transportation.&amp;nbsp; Public transportation can only take you so far especially in places like Texas. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Motorcycles makers are rubbing their hands and laughing maniacally. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2848879079486212680?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2848879079486212680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2848879079486212680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2848879079486212680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2848879079486212680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/07/gas-breaking-point-my-predictions.html' title='Gas breaking Point - My Predictions'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1572452273118187577</id><published>2008-07-16T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:50:40.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Definition and Pron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching a Hi def broadcast of football and I marvelled at the clarity of the picture. i could see which loose lipped commentators had too much makeup. I actually recommend makeup for all white people in HD broadcasts. Some of them be looking blotchy when they get excited. It is wierd to watch someone go red in 720p 50 inch screen. Pretty wierd.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Sports is soo cool especially football. Seeing the whole field and being able to tell a first down even before the refs can is pretty cool. Closeups of&amp;nbsp; replays are also awesome. Basketball is equally cool too. Being able to see EVERY sweat drop is pretty useless but cool nonetheless.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;then read an article on how Hollywood is concerned about HD because it exposes some of the beauty tricks that actors and actresses use to keep looking young. Rather interesting I think. I wish that chick from Desperate housewives will finally accept the fact that she is old and needs to do it gracefully. Teri Hatcher!! Dats her name. She and Vivica Fox need to get the memo and age gracefully.&amp;nbsp; Why does Vivica insist on the A in her name? we supposed to think she is a fox ? Wierd.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Anyway, as my mind wandered on the ramifications of HD TV viewing, I thot about another video entertainment avenue that would be affected by HD. Porn. Porn has been attributed to being the fore runner of a lot of Internet commerce technologies.&amp;nbsp;I have even postulated that Porn would indicate the new HD video medium the US will take. I don&amp;#39;t think so anymore but porn on HD is slightly scary.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Why is it scary? Simple. it is vulgar as it is in normal video, the thot of a genital closeup in HD sounds revolting. Every blemish,scar and spot will be on display for their viewers to see. Given the umm.. vigorous nature off their business, i think it would be cumbersome to continually reapply body makeup&amp;nbsp; to cover the multiple tramp stamps one might have.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Isn&amp;#39;t there a great irony in that porn revels in showing the most intimate of acts for viewing and yet a medium that shows more gives them pause? I thought that porn might play a role in helping selecting the next HD format but it looks like the studios dealt the killing blow this time.&amp;nbsp; Maybe Porn has grown too much and become so much corporation&amp;nbsp; to innovate like it used to.&lt;br&gt; &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/8181224-1572452273118187577?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1572452273118187577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1572452273118187577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1572452273118187577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1572452273118187577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-definition-and-pron.html' title='Hi Definition and Pron'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4473166935135316753</id><published>2008-06-06T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:59:04.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception and how it shapes your world.</title><content type='html'>I love my wife. She is awesome. The best!!! I have had one hater that said something bad about her but otherwise folks find her wonderful to be with. My wife loves giving freaky gifts in bridal showers. Now, this is weird cuz she comes across as VERY non freaky. No vulgar language at all. NO indication that she will spring a leather dominitrix bra with ass less panties for her girl at a bridal shower. Maybe that is why she does that. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;So after going out with a friend and shopping for gifts for their friend&amp;#39;s bridal shower, she comes home and regales me of what they saw and what they considered buying. Now, on almost ANY other situation, she will not step into those freaky sex stores. Something about a bridal shower makes her hit pause on that inhibition and have fun.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Maybe she knows how freaky I am and&amp;nbsp; thinks that walking with me to a freaky sex store will be like&amp;nbsp; giving a Limeade Addict a swimming pool full of chilled Limeage and a rubber hose. I can understand that.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the real story is from her friend Nkiru and our mutual friend Obi&amp;#39;s conversation. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nkiru- ... so we went into this freaky sex store and Funke was all so excited to pick out a freaky gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;obi- funke picks out freaky gifts??? REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nkiru- oh hell yeah!! she always lookign for the craziest gift to buy for bridal showers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;obi- So funke gives freaky girst.. I didn&amp;#39;t see that coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***short pause**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;obi- So Nkiru, What exactly is Funke&amp;#39;s flaw??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nkiru- ummm, i don&amp;#39;t know right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I head this story, I just danced. When folks have diffculty finding a flaw then u know u have done a good thing. Vindication!! my wife picking skills are peerless!!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4473166935135316753?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4473166935135316753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4473166935135316753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4473166935135316753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4473166935135316753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/06/perception-and-how-it-shapes-your-world.html' title='Perception and how it shapes your world.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5093740614987358060</id><published>2008-06-06T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:00:40.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How close are we to bankruptcy.</title><content type='html'>How close are we to bankruptcy? So many people in this country can&amp;#39;t do without. You don&amp;#39;t need to. Not enough cash for a TV? No problem. Slap that sucker on a credit card and pay it off for the next 3 years. As long as you make your monthly payments of $15, you will be good for the next 10-15 yrs.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;As long as the money that comes in meets your minimum neccesary expenses then you are golden. If it doesn&amp;#39;t then what?? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The notion of not being able to handle your regular costs&amp;nbsp; with looming CC debts must be freaking daunting. I don&amp;#39;t envy people going thru that.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;If you have charged, the TV, furniture, clothes and car, what happens when your money is short? U still have to pay your CC bills and still find food to eat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What about folks that supplement their income using CCs. I swear a good amount of folks at my old job were doing that. I mean, their houses HAd to have cost them their almost entire monthly paycheck. Where is the gas money going to come out off? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;What can they cut off? I am scared for this country because I dont know how ready they are for hardship.Shoot, I dont know if I am ready for hardship. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Check this out. Essentially, gas has gone up more than 50% in the last 2-3 years and the demand hasn&amp;#39;t changed accordingly.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;This stuff is real people. OPEC has the US over it&amp;#39;s lap and is taking it&amp;#39;s time choosing what sports equipment to stick up the US&amp;#39;s butt. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Texas, Folks HAvE to drive. Surburbia has had folks living an hour from work and commuting to work. Single parent familes are on the rise so we have working women that have to pay for daycare, drive kids around and still get to and fro work. Coworker of mine fills up every 4 days. $95. Go ahead, do the maths. dat&amp;#39;s $665 a month and I am being conservative. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;She is the exception rather than the rule. Most people can&amp;#39;t handle that. She can.&amp;nbsp; Hell, I dunno if i can do that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am curious to see where the breaking point will be. This is looking to be a perfect storm.&amp;nbsp; High gas prices, falling home values, rising cost of food.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;How much will gas, food and the economy go south before people realize that this shit can get drastic?!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How will it take before enough people realize that buyign a luxury car that demands Premium is not a good look for your wallet. Oh well, I guess they will simply fill up the car with the Credit card.. sigh.. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;p.s U know what?&amp;nbsp; Nigerians laugh at Americans complaining about money but Naija folks deal with str8t cash right? At least more so than the US. Build a house, u own it. Car? u own it. So if you lose your job or business, u have the car as your property.&amp;nbsp; Try that in the US. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-5093740614987358060?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5093740614987358060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5093740614987358060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5093740614987358060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5093740614987358060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-close-are-we-to-bankruptcy.html' title='How close are we to bankruptcy.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4177140615605522324</id><published>2008-06-06T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:55:13.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be ignored</title><content type='html'>You know what? Screw this!! I am no wise man in my old age but I know one thing. Stuff isn&amp;#39;t how folks always make it out to be. I am having a child and I don&amp;#39;t see why I have ACCEPT being a second class citizen in my own home. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t want none doting on me. Shoot, u don&amp;#39;t have to make me dinner every night. I survived without a woman outside college and I did fine by myself. All I want is acknowledgement. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That child that everyone will be cooing is created due to me. No, I didn&amp;#39;t carry the child but I am JUSt as important in the process as the woman. Don&amp;#39;t believe me? GO ask those single parents out there if a Dad for lil Shola.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;let&amp;#39;s face it, I like being the central focus. Maybe I shouldn&amp;#39;t have had a child. I know I can live my life simply about me but living for something other than me is the way to go. My heart says so. I guess my biggest fear is that my spouse will get all her emotional sustenance from caring this child and only give me the dregs.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Here is something I don&amp;#39;t agree about that people tell me. &lt;br&gt;My life should revolve ALL about the child. That is wrong. I want to pour my lfe into my child but I want to keep some of my life left for me. I need life for me. My wife needs life for her. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t live all my life through my children. that shit isn&amp;#39;t healthy.&amp;nbsp; They are my children right? If I love them, care for them, pray for them and provide for them, I am doing better than 80% of the world population. If you don&amp;#39;t believe me, check the specs of world poverty. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We do STUPID stuff and salve our consciences by saying&amp;quot; Oh it is for the kids..&amp;quot; No it is stupid and u shouldn&amp;#39;t have done it for the child that might not even appreciate it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These children will leave me one day and I will be alone AGAIN with my wife and I will be damned if I now have to figure out how to live alone with my wife!! I married her for her not her ovaries. I WILL not beshuttled aside contantly ignored becuase the kids are calling. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;My children will wait for me dammit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I realize Ihave folks shaking their heads saying stuff like&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He doesn&amp;#39;t know.. what til he gets that child&amp;quot; it may be so but I have heard that shit all my life.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t need a 2000 sq ft house for my children. I don&amp;#39;t need a Minivan or a SUV to cart my kids around. I don&amp;#39;t need to take out a loan so that they can go to private school. If I can afford it, GReat. If not, then they go to Public school and we give them extra homework. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;What I want is a wonderful kid that loves his Mommy and Daddy. I want to invest in my kid&amp;#39;s life and make sure that He or she grows up to a great person that bring life to other people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love my wife and I Know that when I married her, I knew that I would still be in love with her if she gave me no kids. Call me Draconian,old school, misguided all u want but I will not be ignored. &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4177140615605522324?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4177140615605522324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4177140615605522324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4177140615605522324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4177140615605522324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-not-be-ignored.html' title='I will not be ignored'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2984946258843141592</id><published>2008-06-03T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:40:19.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemonade crack addict'/><title type='text'>I need my crack!!</title><content type='html'>As I sipped on my 4th glass of Lemonade a week ago, I realized something. I am freaking addicted to this stuff!!! This isn't some nice, suburban "hello neighbor" addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a full blown, New jack City, Boyz in the Hood addicted. I needed it. I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that cat from Boyz in the Hood? Come on baby.. I will do anything. I will s...." Well maybe NOT that bad but it wasn't a coincidence that people referred to Limeade as my "crack".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used many words to describe my like for lemonade. Drink of du jour. favorite flavor, taste that slaps me on the face. it didn't matter as long as I got me some Limeade cartoons every time the wifely unit cruised by the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had a Limeade radar. As I drove by the store, i would go and buy a cartoon as so. JUST in case, my supply is running low at home and I needed a re-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**today's The Wire reference was brought to you by the Makers of Minute MAid Limeade. DRINK IT!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would drink it if it had a limeade base to it. Alcohol? Lime flavored alcohol?? AM there!!! Lime flavored hookah?? HELL YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being agitated during meals because I didn't have Limeade with my steak and i contemplated running quickly to the store to grab a couple cartons. One might think that is no big deal but when the spousal unit declares the feeding time, Any attempts to leave the table are punished with flying cutlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what u want but a flying spoon can be freaking deadly to an eye. Don’t get me started on her fork throwing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know when to stop. 5 glasses of Limeade, 6 glasses. 1 carton and a half in one day. It all depended on how I felt. Of course, no stomach can handle that much sweet and sour before the bowel launching a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 2 insurrections before I realized that&lt;br /&gt;I had a problem. I couldn’t stop sipping on the stuff. I needed to get control of this. If not for me but for my kid!! I needed to be strong for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of role model would I be if he saw me curled up at the corner, drooling, rocking back and forth from a sugar crash?? Desperately grabbing his bib to suck some of the sweet sweet baby formula out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to stop. Cold turkey. Knock limeade off my diet for the foreseeable future. Quit. Take control of myself. Break the Habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lasted 2 hours then I got restless. Agitated. No idea why at first but I couldn't sit still. I didn’t have anywhere to go but I needed to do something. I started cleaning stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-arranging paper on my computer desk.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned out my car.&lt;br /&gt;Alphabetized my graphic novel bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;Organized my DVD collection in alphabetically with attention to genre consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing all that, I sat on the couch looking longingly at my tooe nails wishing that I could bite them. it was THEN i realized how much trouble I was in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the limits of my willpower but I knew I was setting myself up for failure. I had to face the fact that I was a Limeade sugar crack fiend and needed to be weaned off the drug not cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, I would be polishing the metal railings on the first floor of my apt building. I live in the 4th so you figure out how crazy that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a sugar methadone pill . Something sweet yet not my crack. Something that I might use to get my thru these tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifely unit to the rescue!! Faux chocolate drink with sugar free sugar. Ordinarily, it would have tasted like Sugar free ass but THIS time. it was like frenching the goddess of Sugar and bliss. I sucked up that scalding, taste bud, searing, hot cup like it was the last thing I could ever drink. I was sated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep. I think I am better now. I am not as restless. Even though, my work desk hasn't been this clean. My boss took notice when I whipped out the wood polish and start working on a dull part of the table that my monitor has scraped raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be ok.. I think i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrific.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/tyrone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.celebrific.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/tyrone2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2984946258843141592?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2984946258843141592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2984946258843141592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2984946258843141592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2984946258843141592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-my-crack.html' title='I need my crack!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5634892178850688499</id><published>2008-05-28T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:09:37.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not posted in a while.</title><content type='html'>Why? Facebook. Joined it and I can write notes and tag specific people!! A lazy man&amp;#39;s blog if you will. I guess I will double post some of the stuff I wrote there cuz at least I have more control on this blog as opposed to the FB stuff abi??&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-5634892178850688499?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5634892178850688499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5634892178850688499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5634892178850688499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5634892178850688499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-posted-in-while.html' title='Not posted in a while.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1235770380200722998</id><published>2008-01-10T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:15:12.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's WTF???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/world/view/20080110-111467/Masturbate-a-Thon-coming-to-Copenhagen"&gt;http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/world/view/20080110-111467/Masturbate-a-Thon-coming-to-Copenhagen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OPENHAGEN -- Hot on the heels of San Francisco and London, Copenhagen is to host a Masturbate-a-Thon in May which organizers hope will help break lingering taboos about self-love, an organizer said Wednesday. &lt;p&gt;Pia Struck Madsen, a sexologist in the Danish capital, said her goal was to see men and women from all backgrounds come together -- pardon the pun -- and join an event that promises &amp;quot;pleasure, relaxation and sexual self-discovery&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Masturbation is positive, safe and an erotic alternative,&amp;quot; she told AFP ahead of the event on May 31, to take place at a yet-to-be-decided venue with separate rooms for men, women and those who don&amp;#39;t mind mingling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The original Masturbate-a-Thon took place in San Francisco in 1998, with participants raising money for good causes. Now an annual event, it was followed by a similar event in London in July 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell u folks, u can&amp;#39;t make this shit up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1235770380200722998?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1235770380200722998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1235770380200722998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1235770380200722998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1235770380200722998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/01/todays-wtf.html' title='Today&apos;s WTF???'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8718977265662211918</id><published>2008-01-07T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:04:17.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.. WTF??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/01/07/cake.irpt/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/01/07/cake.irpt/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Seriously.... what the heck?????&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8718977265662211918?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8718977265662211918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8718977265662211918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8718977265662211918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8718977265662211918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2008/01/seriously-wtf.html' title='Seriously.. WTF??'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5512204952233281426</id><published>2007-10-19T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:07:45.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone thots.</title><content type='html'>it has been a interesting time since the Jesus Phone was released. I was very happy to see this phone come out and watch the reaction. Again, Apple has shown that if you create a revolutionary interface, people will forgive other faults. The Iphone isn't perfect but it is pretty freaking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle to unlock the phone has been pretty fierce. I had predicted a new market of Iphone unlocking businesses and soon enough we had the first Iphone sw unlock. I will not give you the links but go to gizmodo.com  and search for Iphone. LOTS of info there. Infact, they have a filter to remove all Iphone posts for folks sick of the iphone jibber jabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Apple released a new update that caused sw unlocked iphones to be useless! ! TORPEDO and the sw unlock biz gets shot to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple has been very protective of the Iphone. I will not use the other words that people have used but suffice to say they were a lot stronger. "No 3rd party apps" they said initially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they intend to ease that door open a little bit more. I don't know why they didn't tihnk to do this. FOlks would pay to have that nw fangled prog on their Iphone. These folks already paid $500 for their phone anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOnt get m started on the Iphone credit. That was brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still haven't gotten a Iphone cuz I am not crazy enuf to spend that much money on a phone. I also can't switch networks.. I will bid my time. A better Iphone will arise and when it meets my terms, I will pounce. til then, I will lust from a distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-5512204952233281426?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5512204952233281426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5512204952233281426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5512204952233281426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5512204952233281426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/10/iphone-thots.html' title='Iphone thots.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2318127694188304966</id><published>2007-09-28T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:47:10.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank that Lion King???</title><content type='html'>Lord knows I can't make this stuff up. The guy is pretty good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyxa1cYmvno"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyxa1cYmvno" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. what is next? Crank that Alien vs Predator?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2318127694188304966?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2318127694188304966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2318127694188304966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2318127694188304966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2318127694188304966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/09/crank-that-lion-king.html' title='Crank that Lion King???'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-431895080933705788</id><published>2007-09-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:36:21.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMr5gf3GI/AAAAAAAACCU/yyYzyc8IEAw/s1600-h/PICT6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMr5gf3GI/AAAAAAAACCU/yyYzyc8IEAw/s400/PICT6284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMsJgf3HI/AAAAAAAACCc/qhKL0N3PMk4/s1600-h/PICT6285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMsJgf3HI/AAAAAAAACCc/qhKL0N3PMk4/s400/PICT6285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMspgf3II/AAAAAAAACCk/bGFYi5o31vo/s1600-h/PICT6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMspgf3II/AAAAAAAACCk/bGFYi5o31vo/s400/PICT6286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; Do i really need to say much about this. Doesn't the pictures speak for themselves???? Oneof those days, i am soo glad I had a camera with me.  Do the flames indicate speed or the dark fires of hell as he crusies down the interstate?  I wish I knew the owner. I would hope it would a jolly fellow with a sense of humor. If he turned out to be a goth, not so funny after all.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-431895080933705788?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/431895080933705788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=431895080933705788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/431895080933705788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/431895080933705788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-i-really-need-to-say-much-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvMr5gf3GI/AAAAAAAACCU/yyYzyc8IEAw/s72-c/PICT6284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-7592817504318877545</id><published>2007-09-27T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:24:51.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do u sign.. " Hi, are you a top or a bottom?"</title><content type='html'>Have u ever asked yourself wear deaf gay folks go to meet guys? Talk about a small demographic. I mean, before the internet, that must have been HARD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Twisted mind wanderings brought to you by Spiritual Ninja.&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-7592817504318877545?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/7592817504318877545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=7592817504318877545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7592817504318877545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7592817504318877545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-u-sign-hi-are-you-top-or-bottom.html' title='How do u sign.. &quot; Hi, are you a top or a bottom?&quot;'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-476851346238114470</id><published>2007-09-27T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:36:21.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little swimmers.. Alittle late eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvKxZgf3FI/AAAAAAAACCM/u-UBzsaj0Ww/s1600-h/IMAGE_080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvKxZgf3FI/AAAAAAAACCM/u-UBzsaj0Ww/s400/IMAGE_080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Little swimmers: A well known term used to indicate sperm. Especially used ina context  to indicate an attempt in fertilizing a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I didn't realize a popular diaper for babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this product in the target store and I was very amused. Little Swimmers. Diapers for babies to splash around. named after the splashers that got them to wear they are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that was due to efficient little swimmers that these little adorable poop machines were created so it is kinda wierd to be wearing clothing that  point to your origin. I thot it was funny and strange all in all.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-476851346238114470?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/476851346238114470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=476851346238114470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/476851346238114470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/476851346238114470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-swimmers-alittle-late-eh.html' title='Little swimmers.. Alittle late eh?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RvvKxZgf3FI/AAAAAAAACCM/u-UBzsaj0Ww/s72-c/IMAGE_080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4362846687923890251</id><published>2007-09-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:42:26.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ipod Touch..</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=450444019-05092007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;A  href="http://images.apple.com/iphone/features/images/ipod_hero20070905.jpg"&gt;http://images.apple.com/iphone/features/images/ipod_hero20070905.jpg&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=450444019-05092007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=450444019-05092007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;All I can say is  FreaKing Sweet!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&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/8181224-4362846687923890251?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4362846687923890251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4362846687923890251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4362846687923890251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4362846687923890251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ipod-touch.html' title='The Ipod Touch..'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3680182998232246563</id><published>2007-09-04T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:36:21.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wife, man head kicker, cricket hater.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wife is a  Taekwondo black belt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her idea of fun is  strapping on pads and gloves and kicking people in the head. IN The Head.  Especially male sparring partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As we dated, she  regaled me with stories of how she learnt numerous disabling moves to do and  offered to show me said moves. Naturally I declined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She can get out of a  full nelson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blow out my knee  without much thot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She can do more  sit-ups than I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, my wife  can kick my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does THIS&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.acmeanimation.com/000307.gif" align="bottom" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; scare  the living daylights out of her? It is a freaking cricket and it happened to get  into the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am nestled in the  midst of a lovely cuddle when her screaming makes my blood curdle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turn, expecting  this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/061024/142224__texas_chainsaw_l.jpg" align="bottom" border="1" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; behind with a meat hook aimed for my anus but I see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/Rv3JBpgf3LI/AAAAAAAACDs/uO_g_y2lOc0/s1600-h/mole_cricket_avidimages_750_prev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/Rv3JBpgf3LI/AAAAAAAACDs/uO_g_y2lOc0/s320/mole_cricket_avidimages_750_prev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115465781921963186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;T&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hat is a  far cry from a Jason clone with a meat hook aimed for my anus. A far cry indeed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes no sense.  She loves kicking men in the head yet crickets  are anathema.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am fully convinced  that upon sighting a cricket and given a weapon choice of a shoe, bat, semi  automatic  or flame thrower, my wife will heft that flame thrower and  lay waste tot the entire apartment. As long as lil jiminy doesn't make out of  the inferno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="469395615-04092007"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In all fairness, the  cricket in our home was a lot uglier than Jiminy. Not by much. Jiminy would have  still been flame roasted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/8181224-3680182998232246563?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3680182998232246563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3680182998232246563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3680182998232246563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3680182998232246563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-wife-man-head-kicker-cricket-hater.html' title='My wife, man head kicker, cricket hater.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/Rv3JBpgf3LI/AAAAAAAACDs/uO_g_y2lOc0/s72-c/mole_cricket_avidimages_750_prev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5162317509821322832</id><published>2007-08-27T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:30:10.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank that Souljah Boyz vs Holla if you hear me MasterP</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=989332720-27082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;just when I am  getting a full head of steam cursing out the people that like stuff like Crank  that souljah boy and it's dance.... I remember that at one time, I thought I got  master P was crunk. Everytime I listen to Master P these days and hear him  groan.. I shake my head in shame.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=989332720-27082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=989332720-27082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;my generation bought  his CDs and grew up and now hhold their noses up to Souljah boy??? we be  hypocrites.&lt;/FONT&gt;&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/8181224-5162317509821322832?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5162317509821322832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5162317509821322832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5162317509821322832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5162317509821322832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/08/crank-that-souljah-boyz-vs-holla-if-you.html' title='Crank that Souljah Boyz vs Holla if you hear me MasterP'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5428119236289702636</id><published>2007-08-14T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T07:28:56.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What sort of disturbing thots have u had?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt; Out of the  blue, i get these thots in my head. Not often but when I get them I want to  physically scratch them off my brain.  As if their existence is perverting  me into some deviant or nutjob. I don't know why I think them. it just happens  now and then. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt; have learnt to  NOT share them with close people. Every time I have done so, they have given me a  look that spoke volumes. Usually the" the man could be a serial killer for all I  know of him" look is prevalent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of them  that hit me recently.  Do gay men yearn for anal penetration? Say what u  want about homosexuality but the anal cavity isn't built for entry. Plus, spin  it however u want, it is where poop comes from. Poop has been coming out there  so long, there is no way to cleanse it of the poop smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would imagine  that any entry into the poop zone will get some parting gifts depending of the  penetrated's diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;So do they yearn for  it or get used to it? I dunno but I regretted thinking this thot because it  spawned a follow-up thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there gay men  that don't want anal sex just fellatio? **shivers**Are those men actually gay??? &lt;br /&gt;I think participating in anal sex is a different level of commitment than man on  man mandingo manhandling. Even lesbians utilize the vagina but gay men.. they got  no vagina. the poop hole is all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="521531216-14082007"&gt;I scare myself  sometimes. Can I even ask a gay guy this question? This is defintely not ice  breaker conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&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/8181224-5428119236289702636?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5428119236289702636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5428119236289702636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5428119236289702636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5428119236289702636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-sort-of-disturbing-thots-have-u.html' title='What sort of disturbing thots have u had?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8384182513745290769</id><published>2007-08-08T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:33:31.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Poor Millionaires</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Read this &lt;A  href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/05/technology/05rich.html?ex=1344052800&amp;amp;en=e4158b9738e481a7&amp;amp;ei=5124&amp;amp;partner=permalink&amp;amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;NY  Times articles &lt;/A&gt;about Millionaires not feeling like Millionaires. Now, I was  very intrigued. "I wonder if these are stock millionaires on paper" I thot as I  clicked on the link. Well, I was right and I was wrong. Some of the whiners in  this article did have $1- 5 million in the bank but were still toiling away  trying to maintain their lifestyle. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;One person was  quoted to NOT be able to maintain lifestyle if they stopped working whilst being  a millionaire. I almost fell off my chair invoking the spirits of Stupidity to  reach out and strike this man down. I mean, what kind of expenditures are u  rocking that doesn't allow you to live off a couple million????  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Yes, they live in  Silicon valley but BITCH move!!!!!!! Come to Texas!!!&amp;nbsp; Sell that $750000  "dream" home and buy a $300000 dream place by the lake that has EVERYTHING u had  in Cali but only bigger. Then u can use the ~half a million you have left over  to DO WHAT THE F**K you want to do. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;What is this  some sort of gilded rat race?&amp;nbsp; They are in the 1% of the world's population  in wealth and you are pulling 60 hour weeks and clocking in on weekends? WHY?  For what?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;My problem is that there  are folks making a&amp;nbsp;quarter mill a year and living the Vida loca.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;What is the  point of having millions yet u spend 750000 on a house??? I swear, we are  amazing creatures us humans. How we get used to so little and still survive yet  folks have soo much and they still sound like they don't have enough.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;there was an  adjoining article that spoke more to what I was taking about. &lt;A  href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/05/technology/05rich-halsey-web.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;making  do with $10 million&lt;/A&gt;. $10 million !!!!! This guy spoke of friends that spent  a quarter million on a car but rarely takes it out cuz he is scared of getting a  dent on it. Parks it miles away cuz he doesn't want folks to ding it. You would  think that rich people like that would be smart enough to see that he could have  bought 4&amp;nbsp;E class Mercedes with that money. Shoot with a quarter million.  Buy one Mercedes and pimp it out so it has dent proof covering!&amp;nbsp; If u can  put Purple ostrich skin covering on your car, you can get dent proof covering  dammit!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;You know, the  root of it all is vanity. Dat is all it is.&amp;nbsp; things you just GOTTA  have..&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;A $500k house  in the "right" neighborhood becomes a $4million  place.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;$250,000/yr in  Mortgage&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;$50k in  taxes&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;$100k /yr in  private schools ( walahi!!)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;$50k for  private college.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;$50k for  Summer home. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;$250k for  country club fees- Dear God in heaven.. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;U know what?  If this is what is to be rich then I don't want to be. This is scary how much  money u have to spend to be among the elite.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;now granted,  not everyone rocks a million dollar home. If u go from 4 mill to quarter mill  then u have spent a lot less but&amp;nbsp; u gotta wonder on where the sweet spot  is. That point where u earn more than u spend and save enough. I don't know if  there is a magic number of earnings. I think it is a matter of state of  being.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=681295913-08082007&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=681295913-08082007&gt;I don't care  who u are but with $5 million in the bank with 8% interest, you should not have  to work again. Sell your million dollar (paid for!!) home and move to saner  parts of the country.&amp;nbsp; Move to Austin where u can be just as snobbish and  fake but for a LOT less money. Beat  that!!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8384182513745290769?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8384182513745290769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8384182513745290769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8384182513745290769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8384182513745290769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/08/poor-poor-millionaires.html' title='Poor Poor Millionaires'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8443110868678145452</id><published>2007-08-03T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:01:57.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Ringtone biz??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="658033114-03082007"&gt;T-Pain told folks that he got a couple million from ringtones sales off his new album. Isn't that wild? I like the idea though. Hopefully, the artist gets a bigger chunk of the sales of the ring tone biz than the record biz. The issue is that the ringtone prices are crazy!!! $2.49 for a snippet of a song? i can BUY the song for $.99 and re-rip to mp3 and edit it to ringtones! Don't get me started on illegal d/ls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="658033114-03082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="658033114-03082007"&gt;Isn't it funny that rappers are bragging on their ringtone sales. Ringtones sales??!! WOW. I guess the music industry is changing somewhat. Of course, i dunno how much each artist gets for each ringtone but i will take any way to connect directly to the artist. Or connect closer to the artist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="658033114-03082007"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="658033114-03082007"&gt;So now, Common comes out with Finding Forever. I can buy the album for $9.99 or buy 4 ringtones for $10. Now which one makes Common more money? I wanna know. Right now, i am leaning on getting the album cuz I can't pay for a freaking ringtone. Especially when they are more expensive than Itune files.. they are crazy!!! As long &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/audacity.sourceforge.net/"&gt;Audacity &lt;/a&gt;is still open source.. and Windows Mobile phones use Mp3, I will never pay for a ringtone...... Again....&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/8181224-8443110868678145452?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8443110868678145452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8443110868678145452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8443110868678145452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8443110868678145452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/08/da-ringtone-biz.html' title='Da Ringtone biz??'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3395291963385974433</id><published>2007-08-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:41:49.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamikaze Shot blocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a while y'all. A lot has happened since my last post. Actually, I was unable to blog for a while. What happens when you shatter your elbow. Yeah, shattered not broken not sprained or strained. Shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did it happen?  All for defense baby. DEE-fense!! My friend went to the hole for an easy layup. So that little kamikaze voice in my head started screaming “ Block his shot !!! Block his shot for the motherland!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a good soldier I obeyed the call and went for the block. Now usually I go for the ball but that day I wanted to make a statement!! I wanted to block the shot out of the court and into another zip code!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the motherland!!! For the....MOTHERF*** PAIN PAIN, OMIGOD so much PAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;According to bystanders, I got a gleam in my eye as I saw the player heading to the basket and I leaped into the air screaming words in Japanese! My amazing jumping ability propelled me from the ground so fast, I careened into the player.  The player seeing my massive ups, cringed in horror and flailed to avoid the inevitable embarrassment that comes form trying o score on me. Or It could have been that i was screaming in Japanese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The collision knocked my legs out from under me and my arm got pinned to my side. I landed right on that  elbow and my hip landed on the elbow. It was perfect. All my weight on that elbow. Bystanders said that there was a snap but all I remember was PAIN PAIN PAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thot it was a bad sprain or muscle injury but I couldn't lift my arm. Naturally, I was not gonna play ball so I went home for some TLC from the Super Wifey. My arm was throbbing man.. couldn't move it much so we rolled to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I had just hurt my arm and thot I understood what was pain. Every bump on the road was painful and turns sucked. I have never hated turns and curves EVER in my life. A lengthy 45 min wait, I got an xray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Usually, an xray is a good thing but Not today. I can't understand why after SHATTERING YOUR ARM, the xray technician wanted me to place my arm in positions that require me to be healthy and pain free to do!! I was not having it. The tech needed to get another technician to hold me down. I was not happy about taking those xrays.Not happy? I was PISSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The doc I saw, told me that I had broken my elbow. Put me in a sling.. PAINFUL!!! Couple weeks of rehab and I would be ok. She was very cherry too. Told me that this kind of injury really is great for arthritis for the rest of my life. I was like... thanks good to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wifey felt a disturbance in the force when dealing with the doctor so we went to another one and they told me that I had a shattered elbow and needed surgery. SURGERY?? CRAP!!! how am I gonna pay for this? I got coverage but these sucker still cost!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All this for a blocked shot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3395291963385974433?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3395291963385974433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3395291963385974433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3395291963385974433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3395291963385974433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/08/kamikaze-shot-blocker.html' title='Kamikaze Shot blocker'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-7869201375203073228</id><published>2007-06-25T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:36:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.uclick.com/feature/07/06/21/wpnan070621.gif" ALT="Behold!!!" width="425" height="279"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-7869201375203073228?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/7869201375203073228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=7869201375203073228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7869201375203073228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7869201375203073228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/06/behold.html' title=''/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8802609699069273070</id><published>2007-06-22T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:27:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Iphone is evidence that God loves gadgets..</title><content type='html'>If the Lord Jesus came back to Earth to reclaim it or  die again for our sins. This is the phone that He will use to call God to complain about having to save us from our sins AGAIN. In fact, I think Jesus would come down just to sing a 2 yr agreement with AT&amp;T to use His phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read all articles about this phone and remained skeptical but after watching this presentation, I am convinced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.apple.com/iphone/usingiphone/guidedtour.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jesus owns stock in Apple or Steve Jobs mortgaged his soul to Satan. I doubt the latter cuz this phone is too beautiful for man to make it. I believe that Jesus came up with this concept and choose Apple to bring it to being. However, the 5 yr contract with AT&amp;T does give credence to the Satanic mortgage of Steve Job's soul.. eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the IPhone anymore. it is the Jesus phone. It is Holy. All imitators will be beheaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price is still too much though but what do u expect from the phone given from the Most High? So I will sit back and trust that the Lord Jesus will bless me with the amount of money to purchase this phone. I will get it soon. The Lord loves me. Why use prayer when the Lord has given us the Jesus Phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Praise the Jesus Phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8802609699069273070?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8802609699069273070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8802609699069273070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8802609699069273070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8802609699069273070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone-is-evidence-that-god-loves.html' title='The Iphone is evidence that God loves gadgets..'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-775452511049781169</id><published>2007-06-11T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:55:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris who?</title><content type='html'>I bet Paris Hilton will come out of prison with street cred and have a nation wide tour on her upcoming rap album. I mean, she acts stupid, bares all in a sex tape, gets paid to go to parties and act ”Hot”. Gets paid to be in a show where she slums with normal people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drives drunk twice while with suspended license and probation. Doesn’t read what her publicists give her to sign. Hasn’t seen a camera, she doesn’t like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes to jail and now she changed??? B.S. the only change is that she doesn’t have access to the high end smack she is using while in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what though? She isn’t the problem. We are. Society is. The only way that someone like her could be THIS popular is cuz folks ARE talking about her. Somehow she elicits a strong opinion. I blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead of hating her so virulently, I should simply ignore her. Act like she doesn’t exist. We all should. If the news stops talking about her and filling the front page with her shenanigans, I am pretty sure she will literally fade away to nothing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-775452511049781169?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/775452511049781169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=775452511049781169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/775452511049781169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/775452511049781169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris-who.html' title='Paris who?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1904596660782430939</id><published>2007-06-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:56:57.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay in saudi Arabia?? Don't they cut off penises for that?</title><content type='html'>I read an article talking about the vibrant gay scene in Saudi Arabia. Maybe not as blatantly obvious as the US or Europe but enough that one would wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we talking about a country where men sit separated from women in public. Women have to wear that scarf thingie at all. No driving for women and no voting as well. Women are pretty much property it would seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, if a woman had to endure all that restrictions and now her man might be participating in some butt plugging as well, I would be slightly peeved too. Like knife to privates peeved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the article. It is long but riveting. It brings an interesting viewpoint to how certain cultures deal with homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.yawningbread.org/apdx_2007/imp-305.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1904596660782430939?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1904596660782430939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1904596660782430939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1904596660782430939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1904596660782430939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/06/gay-in-saudi-arabia-dont-they-cut-off.html' title='Gay in saudi Arabia?? Don&apos;t they cut off penises for that?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5351524852040834730</id><published>2007-06-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:32:59.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, movies and Porn</title><content type='html'>Here is a wierd thot. Download as much music as u want and u stand the chance of being sued by the RIAA otherwise known as lawyers with a VIP pass to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download Movies and the MPAA (Monkey loving Hollywood lawyers) will sue ur succulent butt too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But d/l Porn and the only thing that could sue you would be ur g/f for emotional abuse since she can't compete with women that ALWAYS want sex and the loss of millions of potential babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question about it folks, the internet tubes are sticky with the sperm of millions of men wasting their time looking at sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the harm u say? Porn doesn't hurt noone. it is just fantasy. Bull.. Porn is hurting folks left and right and we don't see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, Alcohol kills people daily yet it is legal to drink. DOn't get me started on cigarettes yet folks are lighting up all the damn time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn is like crack. U want more of ur fix and u keep looking for more of it. Maybe in the old days when porn needed seedy stores, peep shows and magazines, one could waste away a paycheck or something but now... the Internet is rife with this stuff!!1 Movies, clips, snippets. Everywhere!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is the wrong clip and a 14 yr old can be introduced to sex that can fry his mind. What about the women even? the girlfriends and wives? How can they compete? I mean, why should they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn is waging a mental war on our brians. Altering the chemistry of sex in our heads so that people prefer staring at a screen more so than their partners. We are killing our women with this stuff. Porn makes men selfish. Even violent sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the tirade u ask? I saw something today that upset me. I saw a clip of a woman being raped or acting like she was raped. Soon she started "enjoying" the sex. I could help but to think that somewhere there is a guy watching this stuff THINKING that women actually do get off at being forced to sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff is dangerous and it is free. U gotta buy alcohol or cigarettes. Porn...all u need is a wifi spot and a computer.God help us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-5351524852040834730?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5351524852040834730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5351524852040834730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5351524852040834730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5351524852040834730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/06/music-movies-and-porn.html' title='Music, movies and Porn'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4163323780866728056</id><published>2007-06-03T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:11:39.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhhbaaWBgnk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhhbaaWBgnk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHat else needs to be said that isn't said?? If this phone delievers, I will cancel my T-Mobile subscription and drink the Iphone koolaid.. that is sooooooooooo sexy!!! Perfect for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4163323780866728056?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4163323780866728056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4163323780866728056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4163323780866728056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4163323780866728056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/06/iphone-porn.html' title='Iphone Porn'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3569894143340934380</id><published>2007-05-22T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:39:31.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Given how much AIDs is destroying Africa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We african&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; be fronting about the amount of F**king going on.. I mean really..our people are a Horny bunch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;At least in West Africa, there is a strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;base that a lot of people follow. More so than Europe and the US. Yet, we seem to have a significant trouble with sex promiscuity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; Guess it is a humn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;t have the sexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;openness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; that Europe has or the sexual celebration love /hate that the US has. Yet, we simply keep spreading that HIV all over the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Zambia, Uguanda.. folk be dropping like flies over that disea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;ses.  Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;t even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; why it is soo strong in those areas. Is it infidelity? Lack of condoms? Bad condoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3569894143340934380?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3569894143340934380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3569894143340934380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3569894143340934380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3569894143340934380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/05/given-how-much-aids-is-destroying.html' title='Given how much AIDs is destroying Africa...'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8829042001008211643</id><published>2007-05-22T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:12:56.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hampton Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fdasugo1%2Falbumid%2F5067165365615217057%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8829042001008211643?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8829042001008211643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8829042001008211643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8829042001008211643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8829042001008211643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/05/hampton-visit.html' title='Hampton Visit'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2902760007611507875</id><published>2007-05-08T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T07:22:22.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why are video girls degrading to women yet porn stars are empowered sexually?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;is it so easy to be a stupid person?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do we&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;keep&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; repeating the same relationship mistake over and over again?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do we spend so much time lusting after&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;something&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; and soon forget it after u have gotten it?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do men&amp;nbsp; sleep around and then expect to find an unspoiled virgin to marry?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do young women keep&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;going for that bad boy train wreck waiting to happen?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;couples let&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;themselves&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; get so fat and lazy that the love atrophies so fast?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why are waify, starved white women used as a fashion ultimate and big bootied, breasty brown ladies&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;as rap/hiphop video/magazines e.t.c.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why are minivans so emasculating to me?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do people demonize folks for spanking their kids?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do we buy a house, new cars&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;, new stuff and total almost $&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;4&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;00 000 in debt and call it the American Dream?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do we NOT have&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;any&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; significant liquid&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;savings? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;foreign&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Parents neglect to teach their kids their native language and expect them to marry from their&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;people&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do arranged marriages seem to&amp;nbsp; work better than&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;love&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; marriages?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why do we work so hard to earn more only to increase spending to return&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;to the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; status quo?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2902760007611507875?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2902760007611507875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2902760007611507875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2902760007611507875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2902760007611507875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-curious.html' title='Just curious'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2603693433258241320</id><published>2007-04-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T09:43:12.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Irack!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; Sometimes you get a skit that truly puts things in a way that is just fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGHty_S0TU0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGHty_S0TU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8181224-2603693433258241320?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2603693433258241320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2603693433258241320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2603693433258241320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2603693433258241320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/irack.html' title='the Irack!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8765357335569358776</id><published>2007-04-11T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:56:48.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why is Imus using rapper to excuse his Nappy head Ho comment???</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I guess since 50 cent says the nigga 300 times in his album, I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;mus&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; think s that he can toss the word in now and the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;n&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; when a black man pisses him off.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;If Imus wants to call someone a Ho, pls strap on a guitar&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;, download some 70&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;s&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; samples&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; and make a rap song.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Even if he called the girls skanky bitches, we would still be having this problem.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8765357335569358776?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8765357335569358776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8765357335569358776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8765357335569358776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8765357335569358776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-is-imus-using-rapper-to-excuse-his.html' title='why is Imus using rapper to excuse his Nappy head Ho comment???'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4017258015808178478</id><published>2007-04-11T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:43:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$400 my ass!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; was pissed. That dumbass accountant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;  had some nerve to lecture me then try to charge me $400 to do my taxes.  In retrospect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; wish I could summon the power of the fireball and toas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;t that accountant where he stood. Alas, my attempts to generate Streetfighter 2 powers have been almost all for naught.  Except for a severe rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; can produce almost in cue, I am powerless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Or am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I had downloaded a tax prep program a while ago  on a whim. It was free so I figured, why not? I started doing research on filing online or using a computer and i found out that my program was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; a pretty good program. Granted, folks rated turbo tax better than taxcut, it was not by much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So I sat down last night and start going thru our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;stuff. I put all the information in and 1.5 hrs later.. I was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; I  had a nice lil refund coming to me and I was being charged $16 to file for both my wife and I. $16??!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Dumbass acct wanted $400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;the other guy my wife scheduled was asking for $2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;00 and I did it for $16?? Man, that is incredible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;My refund has a big screen TV written all over it!!!! Or additional saving for my house. Damn, my savings ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4017258015808178478?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4017258015808178478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4017258015808178478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4017258015808178478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4017258015808178478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/400-my-ass.html' title='$400 my ass!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8501703820138590468</id><published>2007-04-10T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:35:27.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condescending accountant!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;We went to an accountant to do our taxes.&amp;nbsp; I am used to getting money back every month from my taxes. So Tax day has been&amp;nbsp; a good day for me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Wifey had&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;an&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;impression that he would know what new fangled tax breaks and exemptions that&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; we could use.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;So mo money for me right??? Let&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;s go!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Now we drive to the place to this small town near by. Nothing special but it has this old town feel. The&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; tax&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;o&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ffice was in an old&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;skool colonial&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;house&amp;nbsp; converted to office. Very old, very&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; not used to negros&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; kinda feel. Maybe it was me but the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;receptionist&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; asked who we were here to see. We told her and she promptly told us that he was busy right now and asked us to have a seat. Now she never checked a sheet, looked in on any&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;person in that office. There were at least 2 rooms full of people. How did she know he was busy? Never mind. No biggie. I br&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;o&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ught a book. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;We sit to read then the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;busy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; guy comes out.&amp;nbsp; Now we are sitting on chairs, wifey is on my left&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;. She is closest to the door that the man comes from. The guy walks&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;across past my wife,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;straight&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; to me to shake my hand.&amp;nbsp; If wifey hadn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t put her hand out there, I don&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t think he would have shook hers. Why that strange? U ask?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;SHE called him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;SHE arranged the appt.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;SHE confirmed the appt. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Why shake MY hand?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;He doesn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t know me. He has met my wife and talked with her. Why&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;shake my hand??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Now I know I am making a lot of this but it gets better.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;We get into the office. I notice that he doesn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t close the door.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; dunno about u but that struck me as&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;weird&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;. As he sits down and asks for our information,&amp;nbsp; I realize that I am not&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;getting&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp; a good vibe fr&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;o&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;m this guy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Mannerism is slightly off. He is giving off the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; I would r&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ther be doing something else&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; vibe to me. I chalk it up to my&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;suspicious&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; nature and ignore it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;As we hand our papers to him, I make a comment that I would be upset if I have to pay taxes this year. Like I said&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;before&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;, I usually get money. Paying more taxes is new to me.&amp;nbsp; I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;don&amp;#8217;t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp; know if that was what caused the guy to go nuts inside or it was the stra&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;w that broke the camel&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;s back but the rest of the hour was highly unusual to me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;He took a lot at our papers and announced that my wife was gonna owe taxes&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; was&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;surprised&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;! First that he figured it out in 2 minutes and that he seemed happy to let me know about it.&amp;nbsp; I was confused and this idiot proceeded to wave the papers we gave him in front of him like we were children. H&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;e gave us this dum&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;p&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ed down explanation of how we most&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;definitely&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; were going to owe taxes. In retrospect, he was right about how the taxes were calculated but his technique was highly insulting.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I felt like he was trying to teach calculus to morons and he was beneath having to do so.&amp;nbsp; All of th&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;is&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; to an open door so everyone out there was hearing this guy bera&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;te us and divulge our earning&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;s&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; and stuff. I was silent but I was fuming right now. This guy was seriously pissing me off.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;So we look over my st&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;uff and he concludes that I will get a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;return&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; on my money. So all in all, we will get money back.&amp;nbsp; My return would be more than enough to cover the taxes my wife owe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;s. Good news right? By the time he told us that, I was too pissed inside to care.&amp;nbsp; Any attempts for explanations were replied in a clear condescending manner that made me wonder if&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;this&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; was racial.&amp;nbsp; I can&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t say of course. If he had been clear cut&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;enough&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;o&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;call my wife, a nappy headed ho, I would be sure that he was a racist and one that would have a bruised face&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Ok, u are thinking,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; this isn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t so bad right?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; I wish u were there, he was rude. Not outright rude but just en&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ough to hear the underlying&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; U are not on my level&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; tone in his voice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;To add insult on injury,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;fter he finished his paper waving tirade, he looked over&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; papers and told us that he would do our taxes for the same price that was done last year. He&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;said&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;it like he was doing us a favor&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;We paid $400 for our taxes last time but we got more than 10 times more so no biggie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;This guy is telling us that&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;we&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; are getting&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;a third of what&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;we&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; got last time and he will do it for the same price.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;THANKS u lil bitch.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Now I didn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t remember how much we paid. I asked and he said that we paid $198 each&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;. So I said&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; So bottom line, you will do it for $400?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; And he replied&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; I dunno the exact number, let me calculate&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; he PULLED out his calculator and added $198 +198.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; WTF??&amp;nbsp; That is 4 buck short of 400. I don&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t need a calculator for that!!!! YOU freaking shouldn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;So we bounced. We told him that we need to go home and dream up more deductions.&amp;nbsp; I should have told him that he was&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; a dickwad and we will tell everyone that he had child porn portra&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;i&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ts on&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;his wall and he kept staring at my shoes and touching himself the entire meeting.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Man, I was pissed. I didn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;realize&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; how upset I was til I got back to work.&amp;nbsp; I don&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t remember the last time I had someone treat me or my wife that way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Shit,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;am gonna see if I can do my own taxes and see what I get from it. If I get a decent amount,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; will simply file it myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Screw&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; any self absorbed idiot that thinks I am doing them a favor.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;If u aren&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t busting ur butt trying to get me the most money for me, I am not contributing to your BMW&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; monthly payment fund. Kiss my ass.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;**this tirade&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;doesn&amp;#8217;t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; conclude any personal friends&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; or fam&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; that are accountants. My brother is an accountant and he has not been an arrogant self absorbed jerk since he was 13. Ele&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ctro shock therapy DOEs work.&amp;nbsp; Luv ya bro.. ;)**&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8501703820138590468?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8501703820138590468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8501703820138590468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8501703820138590468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8501703820138590468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/condescending-accountant.html' title='Condescending accountant!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4311765680169088786</id><published>2007-04-06T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T07:43:01.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2003 Speech by Robert C Byrd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://byrd.senate.gov/speeches/byrd_speeches_2003february/byrd_speeches_2003march_list/byrd_speeches_2003march_list_3.html"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#0000ff;"&gt;http://byrd.senate.gov/speeches/byrd_speeches_2003february/byrd_speeches_2003march_list/byrd_speeches_2003march_list_3.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;This stuff is scarily prophetic. What are the current ONGoing cost of the war?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4311765680169088786?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4311765680169088786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4311765680169088786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4311765680169088786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4311765680169088786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/2003-speech-by-robert-c-byrd.html' title='2003 Speech by Robert C Byrd'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-147641098232033139</id><published>2007-04-04T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:30:38.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Dear God in heaven,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I saw this car online and I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;believe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; my words were&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Sweet Mother of God!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; I am in lust&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;. I have finally found a car that will make me hand over&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;my credit card to drive. A 438 hp hybrid??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Enough talk.. look at the pics.. Do ur research.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;on&amp;#8217;t&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; f&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;i&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;gh&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; the feeling. It is a good thing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;This car is so fly that I would buy it and not CARE if anyone ever sees me in it. It is too cool. I want one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.lexus.com/2008lsh_prelaunch/main.html"&gt;http://www.lexus.com/2008lsh_prelaunch/main.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-147641098232033139?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/147641098232033139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=147641098232033139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/147641098232033139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/147641098232033139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-god-in-heaven-i-saw-this-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-859160345598345770</id><published>2007-04-03T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:15:29.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How hard have u worked in ur life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I asked myself that question. What have I worked hard for in this life? What have I been the most proud of?&amp;nbsp; If I am to chart my career life span&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;, what am I most proud of? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;What are u most proud of? Are u working hard every day? What are u working for? R u simply working hard at ur job and that is it or are u working towards&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;something&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;What am I working towards?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I have found&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;myself&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; worrying more about life than usual. I worry cuz we have talked about buying a house and deep inside my heart, I am concerned.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;So&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;mehow I have gotten used to spending my money on rent and can&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t get my head around the argument that house payments come back to u. the market is slowin&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;g&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; down and if I buy now, will I be able to get my money back or a good profit? I worry about&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;providing&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; for my family.&amp;nbsp; Possibly a child. I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; worry&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; too much. What is God for&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; have to worry about everything I can&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t control?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-859160345598345770?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/859160345598345770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=859160345598345770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/859160345598345770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/859160345598345770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-hard-have-u-worked-in-ur-life.html' title='How hard have u worked in ur life?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1165060746252508602</id><published>2007-03-20T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T15:17:10.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am beginning to dislike Stargate Atlantis.</title><content type='html'>After finding out that the DVR chained me to a couch as I desperately tried to watch and delete  enuf shows from my computer so that my DVR could record more, I got rid of my cable. The so called time saver made me a bigger couch potato.   Imagine going from missing the occasional show to catching EVERY Law and Order show on TV at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can't watch all of that in a weekend and God forbid u have a life outside ur apt. U will come back to find out that rectifying the tv show backlog becomes.. a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side effect is that u start to see the formula that each TV show has and unless u are SERIOUSLY DIALED into the show, u will grow to hate it. i have found sometihng worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given DVDs so vile that I wish i could go back and return this dark discs of power to it's owner. It was chuckful of Stargate seasons. Not shows, SEASONs.  I have sat thru ENTIRE  seasons of Stargate SG1 and SG Atlantis.  the problem is that I can't stop.  I have to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have in my possession 4 seasons of Stargate. I am committed to finish them. One way or the other, I will either hate these shows or love them.  the love them parts is cool. It is the hate them part that I ... hate.  I tend to deeply despise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if the series is engaging then I am in heaven. As I enjoyed Season 9-10 of SG-1. I happen to like Teal, Carter, O'Neil  and that annoying new leader that jumps into alien shit without a thot.  Why would u assign a reckless hot head to lead a team??  Ratings?  Anyway, SG-1 has a better story line and much more depth to it characters than Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis is beginning to PISS me off.  they ALWAYS find themselves in some crappy situation and rely on an obnoxious cowardly scientist get them out of it.  He has been annoying for 20 episodes so far and I am tired of it.  I can't beleive noone has punched him out yet?? I mean come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant aside, i have seen the formula and I am tired of it.  create impossible situation with a time crunch. Shot at bad guys with bullets while bad guys HAVE to take u alive and thus use stunners. One dimensional characters that always act the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious female leader with awesome six pack. Usually a bad ass in combat at the base but ALWAYS  get captured alive.&lt;br /&gt;Bruiser of the team. slightly retarded but at peace with himself.  Always bruising. always a flesh wound.&lt;br /&gt;Scientist , gibbering yet has time to berate people that save his ass all the time yet noone takes him to tash cuz he is SOO smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot head leader that deadpan almost anything and trades corny banter til obnoxious scientist figures out how to rescue them and they scurry off to safety. Rinse repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to finish the series but if I ever see that scientist, i will have to kill. I will do it for all humaniTV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1165060746252508602?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1165060746252508602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1165060746252508602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1165060746252508602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1165060746252508602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-beginning-to-dislike-stargate.html' title='I am beginning to dislike Stargate Atlantis.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3082842194186959699</id><published>2007-02-28T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:01:30.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>America and The Iraqi war</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I believe I am a witness to a part of history here. I wonder in years to come, whether people will point to this Administration&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;as the start of the USA descent from the dizzying heights of a Super Power. I dunno but all I know is 700k Iraqis are dead. 3000 Soldiers dead.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; 100k soldiers injured. For wat???&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The removal of a dictator?? Bullshit. Tis for oil and oil alone. Terrorism hasn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t decreased since the Iraqi war. Why get fake visas to come to&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Texas to kill dirty&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Americans&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; when u can kill soldiers close to home?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Not to mention kiiling&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;someone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;in their country is a great way to recruit for suicide squads.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;Billions&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;of dollars wasted. Trillions proposed for use in this war. Trilions!!???&amp;nbsp; Why can&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t this country put 2 billion for education and healthcare??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I am concerned. I am scared. I dunno what or where this country will be in 10 yrs.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; I wonder if things will improve or just get worse.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I don&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t blame the&amp;nbsp; government. Not at all. I blamed them in the first tenure of the president&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; but for voting Bush back into power again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8230;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; that is on u America.. ALL on you. this countrydeserves everything happening now cuz the people are too much like sheep to&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;vote for a change.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I means seriously, I can&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t say that the prevention of gay marriage and pro life is worthwhile while 700k lives get lost. How many American deaths are worth an Iraqi one? For the ones that thot in their head&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Shouldn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t that be the other&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;way&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; around?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; U are part of the problem. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;America, it is on u. Everyth&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;i&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;ng thing he did, it is on you. He didn&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;&amp;#8217;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;t finger his intern nor c&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;h&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;eat on his wi&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;fe. He just created a fucked up war that might have repercussions for ge&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;nerations.&amp;nbsp; GW Bush, the blood of 70 000 Iraqi people are&amp;nbsp; on ur hands. I hope u brought a lot of soap.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;I for one welcome our&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; future&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt; Chine&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;se Overloads.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3082842194186959699?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3082842194186959699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3082842194186959699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3082842194186959699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3082842194186959699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/america-and-iraqi-war.html' title='America and The Iraqi war'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6539158895245780964</id><published>2007-02-13T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T06:54:31.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Mouse pad evar--- unless u have a real woman to call yours....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/peripherals/girl-parts-mouse-pad-almost-as-good-as-the-real-thing-236182.php"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000FF" SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/peripherals/girl-parts-mouse-pad-almost-as-good-as-the-real-thing-236182.php&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6539158895245780964?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6539158895245780964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6539158895245780964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6539158895245780964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6539158895245780964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-mouse-pad-evar-unless-u-have-real.html' title='Best Mouse pad evar--- unless u have a real woman to call yours....'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2186068100686444232</id><published>2007-02-13T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:03:04.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokia Maps finally released the SW</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am downloading the generic WM 5 version right now. I hope there is a Smartphone version.&amp;nbsp; Review will come later.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2186068100686444232?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2186068100686444232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2186068100686444232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2186068100686444232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2186068100686444232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/nokia-maps-finally-released-sw.html' title='Nokia Maps finally released the SW'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2992891022064993521</id><published>2007-02-12T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T07:40:31.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Miracle' -- teen's heart, stopped for 4 days, beats again</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;Unbelievable!!! God left his calling card at the Hospital. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;NEW YORK&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt; (AP) -- Daniel Walker was on his final lap jogging in his high school gym class when he collapsed, his flawed heart giving out on him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;More than four days later, his heart at a standstill, kept alive by a bypass machine, it began beating again. The 17-year-old's parents called it divine intervention. His physicians were no less amazed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;&amp;quot;I've been a surgeon for 10 years, and this is probably one of the most incredible things I've ever seen,&amp;quot; said Dr. Abeel Mangi, one of Walker's cardiac surgeons at New York-Presbyterian Hospital Columbia.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;Walker's father described his son's recovery in spiritual terms. &amp;quot;God turned around, put His hand on my son, and recharged him,&amp;quot; said William Walker, 58, a retired sanitation worker.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;His son's ordeal began January 19 when he collapsed in gym class. The younger Walker suffered from a rare congenital heart flaw that left his coronary artery pinched, giving him only 10 percent of normal heart capacity. He was shuttled to two hospitals before finding himself at Columbia, waiting for a heart transplant, attached to the bypass machine.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;Walker's cardiac surgeons said they could not account for the young man's recovery.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;&amp;quot;It's a miracle,&amp;quot; Mangi said. &amp;quot;There's really no other way to put it.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;Two days after it began to beat on its own, surgeons were able to fix the flaw in Walker's heart, increasing its capacity to 60 percent.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2992891022064993521?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2992891022064993521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2992891022064993521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2992891022064993521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2992891022064993521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/miracle-teens-heart-stopped-for-4-days.html' title='&apos;Miracle&apos; -- teen&apos;s heart, stopped for 4 days, beats again'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-9145422076535844927</id><published>2007-02-12T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T07:46:09.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Nokia Maps Sw on Feb 10th.. Easter Hunt.. wat? it is not Easter?</title><content type='html'>The wtf then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the gadget junkie I am, I saw this on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Feb and delighted in joy!! Free GPS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sw&lt;/span&gt; for all??  This could be huge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I forsook my wife and went to the computer, eagerly awaiting the release of this software!!! GPS goodness for all!! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; nothing. Just an nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt; with no product to download. With the dreaded "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ComingSoon&lt;/span&gt;" image on the screen. "Coming soon" in web speak is tantamount to " Whenever I am F**king ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an eager I can only characterizes as sick fascination, i went trolling on the net for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;additional&lt;/span&gt; news of this new software to see if I misread it.  i didn't. there were lots of news websites trumpeting the same news I got. Somebody f**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; up. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=Nokia+free+maps&amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe"&gt; See for yourself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a sick man so I keep searching this morning and I see this &lt;a href="http://mobilesearch.nokia.com/link?cid=PLAIN_TEXT_9054"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;  obviously, the date has changed to the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. No one told us. Now given that it is  the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and free, shouldn't I be able to download the file by now??  I keep trying to click on the link but I get nothing people... Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; must be cracking up watching us scurry for their free crap. I will sit here patiently though, hitting refresh. I will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; maps and use to navigate to their Public relations office and carpet bomb it with old clunky Motorola phones and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Razr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shurikens&lt;/span&gt;.. the body count will be High..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femi- Nokia sucks.. Pls replay my message.. I mean what the hell...??? http://mobilesearch.nokia.com/link?cid=PLAIN_TEXT_9054&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-9145422076535844927?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/9145422076535844927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=9145422076535844927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/9145422076535844927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/9145422076535844927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/free-nokia-maps-sw-on-feb-10th-easter.html' title='Free Nokia Maps Sw on Feb 10th.. Easter Hunt.. wat? it is not Easter?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6769441180689536788</id><published>2007-02-08T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:13:15.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear is a cruel  bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;It freezes you. Giving u comfort in the mindless inactivity of not doing anything with your life. I sit in my job hoping for a $2 increase in my hourly wage so I can spend the increase on a new TV or trinket. I need to take my chances NOW. Later will be too late. Risk sometihng NOW for a chance at tommorrow. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I need to look for jobs and seek to increase my knowledge. I need to push for more. I can't stay here and hope to be recognize. I am wanted and desired right now&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;My time is Now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6769441180689536788?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6769441180689536788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6769441180689536788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6769441180689536788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6769441180689536788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/fear-is-cruel-bitch.html' title='Fear is a cruel  bitch'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1869089753344006910</id><published>2007-02-08T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:30:10.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techies sites and racist views....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I have noticed a very disquieting things over the year I visit my tech sites. I usually hit up 3-5 tech news and gadgets sites to get my fix on the latest and craziest of the day. These sites are usually dynamic and change over the hour so one can come back and get a fresh dose of cool. One of them is slashdot.org. A very popular site, One notable thing is that if an article gets posted on Slashdot, the web traffic it generates usually melts the server that contains the article. The effect is called Slashdotted. Another website is Digg.com. A new site that grew to popularity real quick.&amp;nbsp; Same effect on their top 10 articles. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Here is the problem. A lot of techies love evolution and hate those intelligent design hater mongers. They feel that folks that can't see that Science is better than faith are idiots and express it so. Religion is also another good one. Say something good about Christianity and watch the trolls come and spew &amp;quot;knowledge&amp;quot; about how Xtianity is responsible for the raping of lil babies in the 1800's cuz the Pope said so.&amp;nbsp; Religion dispute, I can handle. I don't try to change people's belief these days. I respect your opinion, I will tell u mine. I figure if I am right, I will be there to say &amp;quot; I was right&amp;quot;. If I am wrong, there aren't any &amp;quot; I told u so&amp;quot; in Oblivion.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;What I really dislike are supposedly intelligent people espousing inherently racist views and claiming not to be racist. Now, when we start talking about evolution, we&amp;nbsp; start mixing religion, science and race!!! SO I have snotty atheists coming out of the wood works to express racist views and acting surprised if someone tells them that they are bigots&amp;#8230;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Today, someone quoted or misquoted Darwin saying &amp;quot;Blacks are under evolved &amp;quot;. Now I don't know about u but that ish is racist. And of course, folks came into o defend the statement. Personally I don't care what Darwin said. The notion of evolution explaining why we are who we are is B.S in my opinion but I don't like folks blindly trying to explain racist notions as scientific ones. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;It is a free country but come on people.. When a store fires half their work force and all are black, there is something racist about that. No need to defend that. If a woman says, I don't find white or black men attractive. That is racist. Don&amp;#8217;t&amp;nbsp; try to use ur intellect to make it sound different. U can't perfume shit enough. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1869089753344006910?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1869089753344006910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1869089753344006910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1869089753344006910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1869089753344006910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/techies-sites-and-racist-views.html' title='Techies sites and racist views....'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8008596584140762511</id><published>2007-02-02T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:18:01.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living check to check</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; This shit isn't right!!!! U watch the money get consumed in petty momentary desires that get sated and disappear out of our head. Singular emotions that drill holes in our cup til we have no more. Then the waiting begins for the next paycheck. The filling of our cups and the cycle begins again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yet, each time we forget that our cups are full of holes and soon we look in wondering and waiting for that next filling. I am tired of this shit.Living check to check is simply a recipe for disaster yet I KNOW I am not alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gee, what comfort it gives me to be among the majority of the ignorant.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8008596584140762511?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8008596584140762511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8008596584140762511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8008596584140762511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8008596584140762511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/02/living-check-o-check.html' title='Living check to check'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3019230825763405508</id><published>2007-01-28T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:20:00.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Aces is an awesomely violent comic book!!!</title><content type='html'>I just saw the movie and I left the movie with a big ass smile in my face. The movie is VERy violent.  awesome comic book like characters. Surly bails bondmen, nutso killers. And I mean Crazy!!! I loved it all. the plot was deceptively simple and allowed u to enjoy the finale which I involved enuf guns to outfit a small nation. Hyperbole aside.. Smoking Aces was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common didn't play as big a role as I thot but he was great. He has great screen presence for a gangsta. Alicia Keys was pretty good but her colleague was a scene stealer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3019230825763405508?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3019230825763405508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3019230825763405508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3019230825763405508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3019230825763405508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/smoking-aces-is-awesomely-violent-comic.html' title='Smoking Aces is an awesomely violent comic book!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-555182685487472952</id><published>2007-01-25T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:03:50.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading an article in the Salon.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;A HREF="file://www.salon.com"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000FF" SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;www.salon.com&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Read this article concerning a 39 woman complaining about she hasn't found the one for her yet. She is educated, speaks mulitples lanuguages, nice personality and all that jazz. Has house andnice car yet no man. She laments that other lesser&amp;nbsp; women seem to find the good men and get married while she can't seem to get past the 2nd date. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;She hasn't had a single long term relationship in her life and wonders why men don't approach her for anything other than sex&amp;#8230;. Here is the link in case u wanna read more. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.salon.com/mwt/col/tenn/2007/01/23/excellence_fatigue/index.html"&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#0000FF" FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;I'm a babe, a total catch -- so why am I alone at 39?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;One of the comments was very telling.. I will quote it..&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Tahoma"&gt;&amp;quot;I meet women who have a perfect life all the time. They have a house, a great career, a tribe, pets and know what they want to do on vacation. One of my first thoughts is &amp;quot;How would I fit in here?&amp;quot; Sometimes I do not see how I would. That will keep me from pursuing. One the other hand if I meet a woman who does not have her life all pieced together, is still working on it, and there seems to be a way we can come together and make a life, I am much more interested. The last thing I want to do is to move into somebody's finished house and become another accessory.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;--gttim&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;I really&amp;nbsp; like what he wrote. I think it hits the nail on the head onw aht might be causing this woman distress.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Another comment reminded her to date interacially which I heartily agree. I don't see why black women feel that white/lation men are any less a viable mate. Such misplaced loyalty is stupid IMHO.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;What do u think?&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-555182685487472952?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/555182685487472952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=555182685487472952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/555182685487472952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/555182685487472952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/reading-article-in-saloncom.html' title='Reading an article in the Salon.com'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4972584027906130689</id><published>2007-01-24T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:41:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This gay persecution equating to slavery is B.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why do people compare Gays to African Americans?? It isn't the same!!!!! &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Firstly you can be black and gay!! Gay is an addendum to an ethnity. White ghay , black gay , italian gay.&amp;nbsp; Race&amp;gt; gay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When 2 black men walk into a room, EVERYBODY knows that they are black. Not everyone knows that one might be gay. I have no response or excuse for the flamboyantly gay men. Those fags are weird. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I say fag in the nicest possible way cuz what else do you call that dude in &amp;quot;I love New York&amp;quot; show. He is beyond gay.. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Until the gay community can recall generations of forced slavery, oppression, rape and destruction of family like the African American community have suffered in this country, there isn't a true comparison.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Notice that they don't compare themselves to the Jews. Of course NO ONE suffered like they did in the Holocaust. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;If Michael Richards and Mel Gibson aren't out of jobs right now the Isaiah Washington should keep acting in the best show in TV right now. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;A black gay man faces discrimination for 2 fronts. Only one of them can he truly hide from. Screw the choice vs nature gay argument. At least a gay person can CHOOSE to disclose his sexuality.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4972584027906130689?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4972584027906130689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4972584027906130689' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4972584027906130689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4972584027906130689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-gay-persecution-equating-to.html' title='This gay persecution equating to slavery is B.S'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-7073252683981698945</id><published>2007-01-21T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:34:26.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need for community</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was driving on my way from the gym recently. My car is my refuge. The place where my thots can be collated and categorized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find that I need quiet and solace to reconcile the floating thots in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I drove, I realized something. I have my wife, my companion, my homie et all. I still need community. I still need to belong to something that is inherently male. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has taken me a long while to realize this. The need to recreate my old school friendships. Toona, Biobele at FGC Warri, My guys at Texas A&amp;amp;M.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One needs community. We need to have something that gets u out of your shell and meet new people. We are grown folks now. We have left almost all institutions that allow us to mingle with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;our age mates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have used different things to substitute for community for a while now. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Online forums. Other things that haven’t worked properly. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thot that it would come naturally or they will gravitate to me. I dunno what I was thinking but it was wrong. &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I realized that I need to seek it. I need to create it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to create a community of people that I can interact with. They don’t need to fully understand or appreciate me. There could be a better reason to gather like a volunteer group or church group. I dunno what it is but I think I know what I need to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being a couple is not a enuf.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If that is all the companionship we need,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it will get stale and unappreciated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need to meet other people and interact, build relationships with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t think I am crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-7073252683981698945?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/7073252683981698945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=7073252683981698945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7073252683981698945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/7073252683981698945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/need-for-community.html' title='Need for community'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6188201974216034718</id><published>2007-01-19T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:00:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am mad and i dunno why</title><content type='html'>pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6188201974216034718?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6188201974216034718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6188201974216034718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6188201974216034718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6188201974216034718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-mad-and-i-dunno-why.html' title='am mad and i dunno why'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-449826222464964453</id><published>2007-01-11T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:03:34.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Iphone- HAWT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pvponline.com/article/3075/tue-jan-09"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.apple.com/iphone/images/indexhero20070109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.apple.com/iphone/images/indexhero20070109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the future yesterday and it was good. Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; what a sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; phone. U got to give Apple credit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt; is HOT. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Str&lt;/span&gt;8t up sexy. banging form factor. I think this can shake the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if you don't know what I am talking about after looking at the picture, then go to Apple.com/iphone and prepare to drool. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I will ease up on the fan boy hysteria. Let look at the pro and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cons&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy form factor&lt;/strong&gt;- Looks polished from the get go. No clunky space to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dissuade&lt;/span&gt; customers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ALready&lt;/span&gt; sleek and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;Screen- the screen is f**king gorgeous. Looks beautiful. No more tiny phone screen to peer at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;UI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- THIS is the Killer app right here. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;APple&lt;/span&gt; is able to make making and taking calls as good as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; experience then they have a winner. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;UI&lt;/span&gt; will sweep away about any cons I can think of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Provided&lt;/span&gt; it is as nice as I expect.&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, tapping does one thing. U can use your fingers to move the screen and enlarge and reduce images. I need to see how this works.&lt;br /&gt;4-8gig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;- **Gets on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;KNees&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;THANks&lt;/span&gt; God** &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;!!! Just sync with music or files and GO! Awesome!! Although not the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt; to market a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hd&lt;/span&gt; but the first one to be openly marketed in US in recent history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;OSX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I am interested on how this will work. A full blooded Safari browser on this things?? Tabbed browsing? WOW. No more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;WAP&lt;/span&gt;? I will be interested to see how that works. Maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;WIfi&lt;/span&gt; on THIS phone will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ork&lt;/span&gt; better than my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DAsh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Voicemail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thot&lt;/span&gt; that was huge. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;checking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; voice mail like mail is awesome.I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;VOIP&lt;/span&gt; line email me when a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;voicemail&lt;/span&gt; comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;. Being able to choose whose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; u listen to is simple yet powerful. More control to the customer. Lord knows I want to be able to know who left a message first on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;This just shows how powerful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;APple&lt;/span&gt; is. I bet they had to change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;somethng&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; systems to let Apple do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;GSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Simple. it can be unlocked. if it can be unlocked. Folks complaining about price will be shocked on how expensive these suckers will go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONS-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price&lt;/strong&gt;- It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; expensive but it is the price u pay for being a first adapter. If you look at other new phones, a lot of phones cost $399 or $499 to begin with. I dunno why folks are complaining for a phone. I know folks at work that paid $559 for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pocketpc&lt;/span&gt; phone. Folks WILL buy this phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carrier&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cingular&lt;/span&gt;. I put this as a con since I have T-mobile contract and I was considering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cingular&lt;/span&gt; for a while. Crap!! I guess. Though, if anyone should switch for a phone, it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cingular&lt;/span&gt; wins big on this one though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battery&lt;/strong&gt;- Non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;removable&lt;/span&gt;. WAT?? So if the battery dies, where do I put my data? I hope there is a data backup feature that one can use to backup the content &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sof&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Iphone&lt;/span&gt; so when you get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;replacement&lt;/span&gt;, u just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;resync&lt;/span&gt; and move on. I will say that most people keep their phones for a year or so. Then they switch out for the next one. So maybe the battery issue will not be a bad as I think it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: this phone gives me a geek boner just looking at it. I hope the actual device is just as good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be a paradigm shift that we will see the effects til 2009 when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cingular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Multiyear&lt;/span&gt; agreement ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PVP knows what i feel!!: &lt;a href="http://www.pvponline.com/article/3075/tue-jan-09"&gt;http://www.pvponline.com/article/3075/tue-jan-09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8181224-449826222464964453?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/449826222464964453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=449826222464964453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/449826222464964453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/449826222464964453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/iphone-hawt.html' title='The Iphone- HAWT!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4190626201639201097</id><published>2007-01-09T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T11:19:04.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom. </title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Something happened yesterday. Something huge. I got emancipated. Freed. My mind shackles were removed. It was a quiet explosion. I don't think I have fully understood where or what has happened til I do something about it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Imagine if u could now walk again. U would want to walk but u are comfortable on that chair that you have been using to wheel ur self around. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I am free and I want to run. I want to find a better piece of cheese to nibble on. I want to flaunt my freedom. I want to see soemtihng new and spectacular. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I feel free. Now I need to knw what I am going to do with my freedom. I need to write a freedom manifesto. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Thank God for his mercies. I think I have lived a charmed life. Despite all that I have gone thru, I seem to find a way to come out on top in a strange way. I dunno how to explain it but it has really worked out for me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Thank u God for everything and everyone. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4190626201639201097?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4190626201639201097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4190626201639201097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4190626201639201097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4190626201639201097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom. '/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-9219642643774067945</id><published>2007-01-05T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:50:55.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preachers and fancy cars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I need to talk to a very rich man. I mean filty rich. The buy a car worth half million kinda rich. I want to know why you would spend THAT much money on a car. I mean there has to be a point where the cost of the car isn't true value but more of the intrinsic value of the car. The name. The prestige. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Granted, one can make the argument that the price of the name doesn't have to start in the Bently , Maybach level. It could very well start at the BMW, Mercedes level. I do agree but there is a world of difference with $100 000 and $250 000 for a car. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;The Continental Spur. A beautiful car in every which way of the word. Is it that much better than the Mercedes S class S65??&amp;nbsp; I mean, is it really that better??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I decided to price out the Mercedes S65 and the BMW 7.60i with all the sweet additions. I was able to get it to $200k for the Mercedes. What else do u need? Why does one spend more?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Can anyone give me insight on this?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-9219642643774067945?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/9219642643774067945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=9219642643774067945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/9219642643774067945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/9219642643774067945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2007/01/preachers-and-fancy-cars.html' title='Preachers and fancy cars.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5498434601282303682</id><published>2006-12-30T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:36:22.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was searching my photo archives and found this gem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RZdi-J_Cm7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Evem0kY7dwo/s1600-h/square_cut_bed_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RZdi-J_Cm7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Evem0kY7dwo/s320/square_cut_bed_head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014585530072079282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, I just woke up and realized that the Bed Head fairy had given me a near square cut. I dunno what else to say. Move over Spongebob Squarepants and  Behold  SquareCut BedHead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to note that my hair is totally natural. No additives to it.. When I went to a hair dresser to twist it, she didn't believe it was natural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-5498434601282303682?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5498434601282303682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5498434601282303682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5498434601282303682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5498434601282303682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-searching-my-photo-archives-and.html' title='I was searching my photo archives and found this gem.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w9cM4uEGbc/RZdi-J_Cm7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Evem0kY7dwo/s72-c/square_cut_bed_head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1142102709776617204</id><published>2006-12-27T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:21:20.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this how being buzzed feel like?</title><content type='html'>We started this drinking game with CSI Miami. Every time David Caruso puts his head down and raises it to say some thing corny, we drink. Every time they play the techno music to disguise the boring , mind numbing part of CSI work. we drink. Needless to say, we finally did it on the last 20 minutes of a show and wifey got buzzed. She is coherent and still walk but defintely impaired. Is this what buzzed is about? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The room is spinning around and am a little unsteady on my feet. Interesting feeling. I can&amp;#39;t imagine what would have happened if we did the drinking game to the full 1 hr show. I don&amp;#39;t have any desire to drive&amp;nbsp; at this state. Man, the room is unsteady.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmmm, tequila.......&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1142102709776617204?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1142102709776617204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1142102709776617204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1142102709776617204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1142102709776617204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-this-how-being-buzzed-feel-like.html' title='Is this how being buzzed feel like?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-5476653693925859845</id><published>2006-12-26T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:18:22.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am allergic to the homeless</title><content type='html'>Not really but I am slightly peeved at them. Ok quick recap. Wifey and I went to a homeless shelter to help out on Xmas day. the shelter were giving   free thermal underwear, hats , gloves and food out. Awesome experience, simply because it gave me pause to realize that I am freaking blessed to have what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came down with a severe throat infection. Coughing was very painful and I was sucking down cough drops to numb the pain enuf. I think my immune system got dropped kicked by a bunch of people with a lot more germ power than I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o now I am laid out in bed, drinking orange juice. hot toddies and any other concoction that my wife deems necessary for me. She even had plans for a Vicks hot tub experiment for me but I wasn't about to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I would do it again. In fact, i will do it again. Volunteering for stuff lik that makes u realize what blessings u have as you exist right now.  It makes u appreciate life as it is for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though. if people hare are soo destitute.. how are folks in countries in Africa. Nigeria sef? we do ourselves a great disservice  not contributing to reducing poverty in any way we can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-5476653693925859845?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/5476653693925859845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=5476653693925859845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5476653693925859845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/5476653693925859845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-allergic-to-homeless.html' title='Am allergic to the homeless'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4424372449904606303</id><published>2006-12-24T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:28:43.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry Xmas to me.</title><content type='html'>Wifey got me a camera lens!!! It is freaking sweet. I can soo much zoom in. I can really get into the details. Xmas presents are awesome!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quick Note to God: Nice work in the the wifey blessing!! &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4424372449904606303?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4424372449904606303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4424372449904606303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4424372449904606303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4424372449904606303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-to-me.html' title='merry Xmas to me.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1970766743106250895</id><published>2006-12-24T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:51:51.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New thots on the TMobile Dash.</title><content type='html'>I have been using the Dash for a while now. I got the 1&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gb&lt;/span&gt; Micro SD card with it.. Sweet!!!  everything has been well so far.. I have had trouble with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WIFI&lt;/span&gt; though.  I got it to log into my &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WIFI&lt;/span&gt; network but it was really slow. I mean &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sloooow&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thot&lt;/span&gt; I would try another network without encryption but It didn't improve any. I will try the library &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MAn&lt;/span&gt;, I hope I can figure it out. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; is the point of &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wifi&lt;/span&gt; if it is So &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sloow&lt;/span&gt;?? Shoot, It seemed that the EDGE network was faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am enjoying the phone. I think the bible &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sw&lt;/span&gt; I found would work very well. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pocketnester&lt;/span&gt; is a small Nintendo system on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; phone.. I dunno how &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;functional&lt;/span&gt; it will be but I bet it would be nice in the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt; or small spot of bureaucratic hell that requires me to wait.... I will add pics later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1970766743106250895?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1970766743106250895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1970766743106250895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1970766743106250895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1970766743106250895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-thots-on-tmobile-dash.html' title='New thots on the TMobile Dash.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2072380774324311689</id><published>2006-12-19T14:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:12:46.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google SMS is Kickass</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;These days when I think I need cellular internet to do stuff, I&amp;nbsp; go to Google SMS and see if they have the functionaltiy.&amp;nbsp; If you don't know what Google SMS is then sit down.. Daddy will have to school you. You send a message to 46645( Googl) and you can get directions, Movie times, addresses, weather and even Phone listings.&amp;nbsp; All in text message. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;You wan tot know how to get from 2343 lamar Blvd , Austin, tx to 15000 Reasearch Blvd, Austin, texas ?&amp;nbsp; Sned it to Google and get their directions on your texts.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;You can even get sports news. Like socres and stuff. Tis fantastic!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2072380774324311689?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2072380774324311689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2072380774324311689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2072380774324311689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2072380774324311689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/google-sms-is-kickass.html' title='Google SMS is Kickass'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-279212967279645546</id><published>2006-12-19T13:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:33:54.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am freaking blessed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have come to the realization that I am greatly blessed. I look back at my life and see all the trials and tribulations I have gone through. I look at where I am right now and I realize that I have had favor beyond what I expected. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Coming out ot College to finding a job and finding a wifey like mine&amp;#8230; Unbelieavable. I can't sit here and say that I deserve anything that has happened to me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I am blessed indeed. What have I struggled against that my God hasn't given provision for?&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-279212967279645546?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/279212967279645546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=279212967279645546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/279212967279645546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/279212967279645546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-freaking-blessed.html' title='I am freaking blessed!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6632720993410542259</id><published>2006-12-19T12:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:16:49.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting the T-Mobile Dash! Glee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I am sorry. My igboness waged a valiant war against my technophilia. Both sides raged and struggled to come to dominance. I twas tough and hard but my technophilia is a woman with big knockers and it was what befell my igboness. Technophilia was breathing heavily and Igbo man 's eyes strayed from her face for a second and she bashed his head in with the Excalibur!!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;For a while T-Mobile has lagged behind Sprint and the rest with their phones.. Well, actually they haven't. They just haven't had the Treo and were late to hook up with the Razr. The T-Mobile SDA and MDA are good phones and I think Sprint has a better marketing dept cuz I see the Sprint PPC-6700 more than I see the T-Mobile MDA.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;All that changes with the T-Mobile Dash. Otherwise known as the HTC Excalibur. Smartphone know the less but with a qwerty keyboard and WIFI?? Great googa mooga!!! That is awesome!!!&amp;nbsp; I can throw Pocket Street and trips on it and have an entire Map of Austin in it.&amp;nbsp; It has a Mini SD card slot that DOESN'T require the battery to be moved to use. Get on ur knees with me and thank Jehovah for that feature. Granted, I would prefer to not have to remove the back cover but it is a compromise I am willing to live with. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;I have decided that will stick with Smartphones from now on. There are more features and customization is very available. Programs and games galore and the beauty are contacts. I can sync my contact with Outlook so if my computer dies or I lose the phone I can get another phone and resync and voila!!!!&amp;nbsp; There is absolutely NO reason why I should have to send hours reentering my contacts with a new phone. No Sir!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;My igbnoess had fallen to the floor, Beaten and dazed. It watched as technophilia brandished Excalibur. As his vision faded, he realized that Excalibur cost $50 less than it was supposed to be. My igboness can go to sleep now. It's work is done. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;The price I paid was cheaper than the online site eventually that is. I still have to send in for the mail in rebate but you best believe I will do so!!!&amp;nbsp; I have seen an abundance of hack, tweaks and games for my Dash. Merry Xmas to ME!!!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6632720993410542259?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6632720993410542259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6632720993410542259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6632720993410542259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6632720993410542259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-getting-t-mobile-dash-glee.html' title='I am getting the T-Mobile Dash! Glee!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8123603113521220648</id><published>2006-12-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:07:25.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we type WWW still???</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=663551919-06122006&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean, it's  totally unnecessary. CNN.com just just as well. Why even use the COM even? Well,  THAT doesn't work. there are some programs that allow u to only type names like  that AOL, Google but if using a normal browser, CNN.com is the most expedient  way to access the website.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN  class=663551919-06122006&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN class=663551919-06122006&gt;Ok,&amp;nbsp;I am good  now. Rant over.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8123603113521220648?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8123603113521220648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8123603113521220648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8123603113521220648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8123603113521220648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-do-we-type-www-still.html' title='Why do we type WWW still???'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6258726219312598394</id><published>2006-12-03T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:35:40.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustangs ,Vipers and CLKs are short man cars!!!!</title><content type='html'>i went to the Austin Car show. It wasn't too spectacular. Only one concept car that I saw built by Ford. It looked like a Maybach with a truck bed. U know how there is soo much space in the back of the Maybach? Same thing with this car. I wish I had my camera with me.&lt;br /&gt;PLS believe me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing I wanted to talk about is the fact that few sports cars are built for tall people. I am pretty well proportioned. I know my legs might be long but they aren't mutant long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new Mustang. Car looks sexy. Tres sexy. Wifey agrees with me. I finally tried got into one. I so tried cuz I don't believe that I should have to hurt my knee and almost twist an ankle getting into a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel that I should be able look straight at the windscreen not at the very edge of it. Now I know some cars have adjustable seats but if I have to bring the seat all the way down, we have already passed the point of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the Mustang, i couldn't even turn my hear properly without fear of hitting my head on the side of the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I couldn't adjust the seat cuz it was a car show but my freaking honda gives me better head space than the Mustang!!! I have never appreciated the fact that I can turn my head and look str8t at the windscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can't get into  the Mustang then the Viper is simply laughable. I couldn't get over the fact that I wasn't comfortable in that car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief!! what sport cars do tall men drive?? Certainly not the Mustang and vipers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone that was kinda taller and he drove a drop top Mustang though..Older version. I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the show was the Dodge Magnum SRT 8. Ohh that is sweet car!!!! SWEET!! I wants it.. I needs it... Smeogol...  My preciouus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ADVG/436%7ETalking-Gollum-Lord-of-the-Rings-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/ADVG/436%7ETalking-Gollum-Lord-of-the-Rings-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and the &lt;a href="http://www.westerndriver.com/images/ArticlePictures/600/NAIAS%20Dodge%20Charger.jpg"&gt;Dodge Charger&lt;/a&gt;, I think i am sold. I want that car. Now I have to find a rich, insecure girl that thinks I will leave my wife if she gives me 2 Dodge Magnums. I am tired of hearing about those women gifting undeserving men with stuff like that!!!! I want mines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or i could just buy it. the rich gal story is going to be MUCH more entertaining than me purchasing it though. Hoochie stories usually trumps hard fought savings stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6258726219312598394?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6258726219312598394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6258726219312598394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6258726219312598394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6258726219312598394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/12/mustangs-vipers-and-clks-are-short-man.html' title='Mustangs ,Vipers and CLKs are short man cars!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8693860488629381317</id><published>2006-11-25T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:29:18.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of in laws</title><content type='html'>I survived the in laws!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt; unit had the entire family come to our place for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thnxgiving&lt;/span&gt;. Now I knew that they were coming but I still had to stifle an initial emotion of panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All her family here in this small, tiny apt. My apt isn't small by no means but with with 4 extra people coming in, my apt felt like a litter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get over it. I reduced the gibbering fear to a slight whimper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt; couldn't help me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; this is her family! her people. I was the intruder that that took their only daughter. They are coming to MY place and staying in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they don't like the way e live? What if they think I am not good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;enuf&lt;/span&gt; for her?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; if they think I don't treat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; right and proceed to beat me with cold turkey legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not rational &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thots&lt;/span&gt; but in laws initiate my fight of flight instincts. It turned out great though but I didn't realize that I had such fears. It wasn't until the parents had left that I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine if I had bad in laws. I would need anti ulcer medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8693860488629381317?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8693860488629381317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8693860488629381317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8693860488629381317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8693860488629381317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/11/fear-of-in-laws.html' title='Fear of in laws'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3026937712593164102</id><published>2006-11-25T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:47:12.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.T.F.C Post thanksgiving Fridge Confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5608/998/1600/281596/IMGP3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5608/998/320/705856/IMGP3851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed a new condition in the thanksgiving season. It is called P.T.F.C Post thanksgiving Fridge Confusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This condition is initiated when the leftovers are piled into identical clear zip locks bags and loaded in the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sheer amount of food satchels in the fridge combines to create this condition where one is paralysed when seeking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;foodal&lt;/span&gt; elements for your post thanksgiving meals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this picture. I don' know what is meat or stuffing. Beef or chicken? I don't know. I can't tell. I have spent at least 15 minutes staring at the fridge in total confusion. All the zip lock bags look the same and I am scared of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;upsetting&lt;/span&gt; the obviously precarious balance of the fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate a lot for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thxgiving&lt;/span&gt; but I have eaten considerably less after the food had been loaded on the fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this pic out. I am lost!!!! I don't recognize my fridge no more. All I know is the Cherry Lemonade bottle at the bottom and that is my go to choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I wanted meat, I would stare at all the zip lock bags and my brain would freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the pic. Tell me I am not crazy. This is a real condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3026937712593164102?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3026937712593164102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3026937712593164102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3026937712593164102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3026937712593164102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/11/ptfc-post-thanksgiving-fridge-confusion.html' title='P.T.F.C Post thanksgiving Fridge Confusion.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1877303084908667943</id><published>2006-11-15T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:57:48.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to the country!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/1600/birthday%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/320/birthday%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned from the freaking country!!! My boi D invited me to his in laws' farm ranch an hour from where we live. Wifey is from the Chi and so far, she has been disappointed that I don't regularly milk cows and rock big ass belt buckles. So actually going to the country and be at a real life ranch was a no miss event.  I trust my boi and he is of the African persuasion so I know that my deliverance scares can never happen. Although if anyone comments of my purty mouth, I am outta there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rolling to this joint, Mapquest, google maps ready. Sorry just joking. mapquesting the address was an experience in of itself. Yahoo maps laughed at me and pointed me to the downtown area of the nearest town. I figured that going to Main Street CAN't be a farm ranch. I then went to Google maps. My main source. My trust worthy maps source.  Nothing. I think Google maps laughed at me and showed me a map of Texas with a "good luck buddy" icon next to it. Slight hyperbole? Maybe but I swear the browser laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally going to off the beaten path. Since technology has failed me, I called our hosts for personal directions.  I was essentially told to drive til u leave all civilization and wait at the solitary  gas station and wait for them to &lt;s&gt;rescue&lt;/s&gt;  fetch us. Now u know that filled me with buckets of joy. Any place so far of the beaten path that requires us to be picked up scares me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/1600/IMGP3670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/200/IMGP3670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why did we go still? My boi is naija. We go way back. I don't owe him money and since we past the last Bank ATM 30 miles AGo, I am good. If he can handle this then i can. Plus wifey is never scared. So we rolled. As we drove, I spotted my boi's car. Great, so we all caravanned with him and drove...  and drove...  and freaking drove... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my phone. No signal. No strike that. No freaking service. Dear God, T-mobile don abandon me oh.. we soon turned off the highway and started driving on a narrow ass road that looked too small to be a 2 way road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i comforted myself with the existence of Power cables along the road. At least we will have electricity this weekend. Lights are not essential for me. I am Naija remember?? My checklist is simple. I want indoor plumbing and hot water. I didn't come to Yankee to do cold bucket baths again. Walahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/1600/IMGP3644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/200/IMGP3644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? We turning off this narrow country ass road?? Into a red gravel path?? Chineke!! We can't drive more than 20 miles on this road!! Where in God's earth we going?? I sat back and reaffirmed my trust on D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are here. the house is Nice. Beautiful house. electricity- check, indoor plumbing- check, hot water- hell yeah!! I think this will be great. the folks at the place were great..&lt;br /&gt;Life in the country is relaxing for real. U feel the tension of city life melt off.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/1600/IMGP3645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/200/IMGP3645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing on the agenda- Fishing. We start heading for the fishing hole. there is this cool game they play in the country. it is called " Try not to step on the steaming or dried pile of cow crap". The winner gets to wear their shoes again after the weekend.  Back to the fishing. My wife represented. 5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/1600/IMGP3666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5608/998/200/IMGP3666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thot fishing would make her so happy. See the pictures for evidence.  All in all, i enjoyed my time there. The people were fun and I made new friends. I learned that living in the country shows u how much personal interaction we miss in this tech whole we live in. Don't get me wrong. I love my Internet and cell phone.  Anyway, I have blogged enuf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1877303084908667943?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1877303084908667943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1877303084908667943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1877303084908667943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1877303084908667943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-trip-to-country.html' title='My trip to the country!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-8865924970139007352</id><published>2006-11-06T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:41:07.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't cook... Sue me!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't cook. Haven't been able in a while. Don't really see much desire to do so. Even in my bachelor alone days, I still didn't' cook much. I scrounged off family friends and  dear sister  to get cooked meals. I survived, In fact, I look pretty damned good for a guy that blanks out when people hand him measuring spoons  and says words like "fold, baste, fricassee" Cooking channels are just as entertaining as Telemundo for me.  Both channels speak language I don't understand.  Most important thing is that i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wifey comes into my life and she loves to cook. Wants to cook. Knows that I don't want to cook or can cook.  She is OK with it.  Now, some men and women will look at her in disgust for "accepting such a subservient female role". They are mugus all of them. If she didn't cook, I would still eat. the reason she cooks?? Honestly  dunno . Don't care. My wife cooks cuz she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her on the delectable meal, I have. Her face lights up. It is in my best interest to speak on her fooding skills as effusively as possibly.  I think she likes it when I throw in a bunch of adjectives and do the holy ghost dance after a steak dinner. I thin collapse on the bed but I think she likes that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works for us and I am not about to be messing with a good thing.  maybe some day I will surprise her with a home cooked meal.  I will also rent a crash cart and ready the defibrillator as well. I might need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-8865924970139007352?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/8865924970139007352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=8865924970139007352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8865924970139007352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/8865924970139007352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-cook-sue-me.html' title='I can&apos;t cook... Sue me!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2776725282154413437</id><published>2006-10-23T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T11:56:45.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A timeless idea for a tattoo.</title><content type='html'>I have finally found a timeless &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;. I have wanted on b&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;efore&lt;/span&gt; a while but I have refused to get one fr any &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt;. I needed to find a timeless reason to get one and I think i have found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; my wife's name and the name of our kids. I dunno how I will do it but this is the first idea that actually struck a chord with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking like a scroll that shows her name then the kids name. When the last kid is born, we close the scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt; WILL hate it though. I emailed her to let her know and I promptly got a phone call about it. Needless to say, I had to spend 15 minutes reassuring her that I will turn to an exhibitionist or tattoo addict. That &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; is painful!! I need a very good reason to go there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s I have no kids as I type. No kids coming. no twinkle in my eye at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s I will have to write about wifey's tattoo fears, some are pretty hilarious..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2776725282154413437?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2776725282154413437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2776725282154413437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2776725282154413437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2776725282154413437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-finally-found-timeless-tattoo.html' title='A timeless idea for a tattoo.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-3243795326513197390</id><published>2006-10-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:47:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LESS Talking, More Ovulating!!!!</title><content type='html'>I saw this kid at work. Strange thing since most folks I see at work are men, very few women and some people that are barely women. U might think it harsh but U have not seen what I have seen..**shivers**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the kid. he was so cute. Big eyes, curly hair, the sort that would grow like an afro.  he looked at me and waved. he smiled and my heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my work and asked him his name. He told me and added his age in the cutest. he said, I am three!! As he raised 4 fingers in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I might as well give him some knowledge so we worked on the correct finger formation for the number 3. Soon enough, he got it and we proudly showed the number 3 for all to see. The conversation dried out by then. He had exhausted his chest of nuggets in the time it took to get the 3 formation thing. So he went for the tried and true declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pointed to his daddy and said "that is my daddy!"it was said with so much pride and surety that whatever was left of my heart pool liquidated and poured out of my chest cavity. God help me, he was adorable. it was one of those moments where you would forget all the crappy things he did to u for the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he left with his Daddy, i called my wife and the convo went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey: hi baby:&lt;br /&gt;Me: funny u say that, I want kids.&lt;br /&gt;Wifey: what?? u want kids?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I saw a cute kid, i talked to him. I want one.&lt;br /&gt;Wifey: Ok baby, we will talk about his when u get home&lt;br /&gt;me:" I will not be distracted from my quest!! I want babies..&lt;br /&gt;wifey: we will talk later sweetie...&lt;br /&gt;me: LESS TALK More ovulating!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one of my proudest moments but the child was very adorable. the feeling wore off by the time I got home though.  i think I am almost ready for kids. Almost. When I get there I will have to convince wifey that i am going to be a great father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  previous child rearing  comments about shock collars and tasering our kids will certainly bite me on the ass. Women!! can't take jokes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-3243795326513197390?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/3243795326513197390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=3243795326513197390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3243795326513197390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/3243795326513197390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-kids-makes-me-wish-i-say-crazy.html' title='LESS Talking, More Ovulating!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-1227289198169032924</id><published>2006-09-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:09:19.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's WTF moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8828472/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8828472/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most folks have seen the Catch a Predator series. Where they lure freaks that want to sleep with underage chicks? I think I have seen it 3 times. Now u would think that these nut jobs would prefer to stick to Net porn as opposed to going for the real illegal thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It does bring up an interesting question. Who is sicker? the one that actually goes to have sex with underaged girls or the one that beats off to it in his house? The obvious choice might be that real beats cyber but what about the kids being exploited to create net porn?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An argument might be that some of these girls might actually want these encounters but  Lord knows how many girls actually want to follwo thru with net speak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These guys are sick. Prison will not help them.  if they were Mormon, their priest could have hooked them up with a young wife ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-1227289198169032924?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/1227289198169032924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=1227289198169032924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1227289198169032924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/1227289198169032924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-wtf-moment.html' title='Today&apos;s WTF moment'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2111210861593620008</id><published>2006-09-20T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:58:14.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants and Runminations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Curious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thots&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If women are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; complicated and men so simple, why are men so difficult to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is any single relationship seeking woman doing when she announces that she can't stand sports? I am no sports fanatic but any woman that denounces any sports is automatically disqualified!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; women expect to find equally or more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; men to marry?? Men don't do that. A surgeon isn't looking for an investment banker to marry. I will say that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make sense for a surgeon to marry a laborer. what if she has to stop working whilst pregnant? Who is going to make the payments on the S class??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people keep buying shit on credit?? How u gonna spend 4 yrs paying for a car and then trade it in for another car and continue ANOTHER 5 yrs of making payments? It isn't a good decision ANY way u look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a point in car prices where u stop paying for the car amenities and start paying for the pimp factor. I mean 250k for a Bentley??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bentley&lt;/span&gt;.. what about a BMW vs a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;? What is in that $70 000 car that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; in a $140 000 car? Can someone please explain that to me? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i detest Wednesday. they are so desolate. the middle of Work tedium. it offers no hope nor challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday brings the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;beginnign&lt;/span&gt; of the inevitable week. One must face their fate bravely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday has no status. it is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. i hold no grudge against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday Is one day before Friday ( E-day) It hold promises of better things ahead. the festive colors of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;weekned&lt;/span&gt; start to peek out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday is freaking awesome. the Day is just a prelude to having 2 days of none working bliss. Folks talking about plans and not spending much time causing work. Friday is Emancipation day. The slaves are freed on Friday. If they weren't, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SHOUld&lt;/span&gt; have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday. Wednesday pisses me off. the stark center of the work week. It plagues me as I wake up. I start at the clock and ask God why I have to go to work today. mind u, my job is not bad. Imagine if I had a crappy job. I would be soulless by now.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday IS No hope day. It holds no Hope for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2111210861593620008?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2111210861593620008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2111210861593620008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2111210861593620008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2111210861593620008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/rants-and-runminations.html' title='Rants and Runminations.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-4948495832150273495</id><published>2006-09-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:12:52.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Carinos Country resturant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt; told me as we drove home that she wanted to go to a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resturant&lt;/span&gt; called Johnny &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carinos&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a Country Italian &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;e not&lt;/span&gt; been there &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't think they will have much more of a revelation in &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; food than I have already seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't the reason my beloved wanted to go there.She &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thot&lt;/span&gt; it was a Country Western Italian &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;resturant&lt;/span&gt; and was &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; to see what kind of cuisine they serve. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Barbeque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fettucine&lt;/span&gt;? Chicken fried Chicken &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is new to the Texas and is in awe with the ability of the state to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;countrify&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mexicanized&lt;/span&gt; anything.  Even &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; are advertising &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; fajitas. trust me, Texas is strong on their country &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. I bet there is a cowboy mafia that comes to each &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; sure that the country &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;interests&lt;/span&gt; are acknowledged in each &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess I can see how she might think so. Didn't stop me from laughing at her though. crazy woman.. i love her so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-4948495832150273495?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/4948495832150273495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=4948495832150273495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4948495832150273495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/4948495832150273495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/johnny-carinos-country-resturant.html' title='Johnny Carinos Country resturant'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6621499134828336854</id><published>2006-09-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T13:05:15.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon R Green is my brainmate.</title><content type='html'>Simon R Green is in my head. Simon R green is a sci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; fantasy author. I first found one of his books-&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deathstalker-Simon-R-Green/dp/0451454359/sr=1-1/qid=1158728192/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-9758796-9506301?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Deathstalker&lt;/a&gt; on a layover in the UK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was defective. A good chunk of pages were misplaced in the book and it really disrupted the flow of the story. Even with such a damning error on the publishers part, the book was amazing. I laughed out loud , stomped my feet and luxuriated in this tale.&lt;br /&gt;the plot wasn't mind blowing. the prose wasn't that incredible. It was his imagination. He had one of the most vivid imaginations I have ever read in a while and it showed. I love the characters. I loved the way they acted.&lt;br /&gt;He takes a genre and pounded it til it fit the way he wanted. His words had Charisma. That is the best way i can describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like wrestling. Most of the time, it is 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;muscle&lt;/span&gt; bound guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; on the ring. Yawn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is the Freaking Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin going at it and U know that it isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Now u might be asking yourself. why? Why is this guy so taken by this author? I will tell you why. Simon has balls. Big brass ones. He is one of the few that will take a archetype and twist it around and inflate it til it is 10 times as big as it was before and much crazier. I keep doing double takes on the liberties he takes with characters. A dragon with a butterfly hoard? A Alien reptile called Saturday? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ashrai&lt;/span&gt;? A Norwegian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Demi&lt;/span&gt; God private detective? the madness maze? The Walking Man, the burning man, the Unbeliever, Razor Eddie, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sisterhood&lt;/span&gt; of the travelling razor, Street of the God, Jennie Sorrow- the Unbeliever? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haceldama&lt;/span&gt;? The snide humorous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt;. it is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have read more than 10 of Simon's novels. Under the Blue Moon/Beyond the Blue Moon are still one of my fave books to read.&lt;br /&gt;Jericho Lament is my favorite character in any book so far. Bar none. I think he appeals to the christian in me. Jericho Lament, God's wrath made manifest in man. the man strikes a chord in me with his writing. I don't know what characters he will spring on me next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that he seems to throw in christian influences in his books. Of course there are other Gods but usually the Christian God isn't one to be F**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; with either. I think i like the fact that he is willing throw it into his gumbo stew of a story. I just think it is cool. By no means a Christian author but it is still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus is hardcore!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back on what I wrote, one would think that I like the guy a little TOO much. Not so. I just enjoy his work and I think it shows int he way I describe it to people. I do have bitch points on Simon Green too..&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;deathstalker&lt;/span&gt; series went on 3 books too long. Obviously, he was paid to lengthen the series. i am not going to fault his the chance to make more money. Imagine a situation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; Happy Potter has graduated and working a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wizard&lt;/span&gt; 9-5 job and it unhappy about it. Yeah, he took that story line way TOO long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Deathstalker&lt;/span&gt; 1-3 and enjoy. read 4-6 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; own risk.&lt;br /&gt;Then read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Moon-Rising-Simon-Green/dp/0451460553/sr=8-26/qid=1158727990/ref=sr_1_26/104-9758796-9506301?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Under the blue Moon&lt;/a&gt; then &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Blue-Moon-Simon-Green/dp/0575067632/sr=1-2/qid=1158728215/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-9758796-9506301?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;adventures of Hawk and Fisher&lt;/a&gt; then &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Blue-Moon-Simon-Green/dp/0575067632/sr=1-2/qid=1158728215/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-9758796-9506301?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Beyond the Blue Moon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Drinking-Midnight-Wine-Simon-Green/dp/0451459350/sr=8-21/qid=1158727990/ref=sr_1_21/104-9758796-9506301?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Drinking the Midnight wine&lt;/a&gt;, Shadow fall, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nightside&lt;/span&gt; series and maybe the ancillary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Deathstalker&lt;/span&gt; books. U will be in for a wild ride. my mind runs free when I read some of his works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ill&lt;/span&gt; come back and add links to this post so u can check him out if u are in the mood for some truly fun reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit- added links. enjoy folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6621499134828336854?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6621499134828336854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6621499134828336854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6621499134828336854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6621499134828336854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/simon-r-green-is-my-brainmate.html' title='Simon R Green is my brainmate.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-6162134539092487368</id><published>2006-09-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:28:37.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cult of Femi'/><title type='text'>I got my first comments!!!</title><content type='html'>U know how u know someone but u really don't? U see them around but u hardly hung out? then for some reason, u actually stop and have somewhat of a conversation. It feel like the impressions u have about someone get removed and u get a glimspe of the actual person. It is like I just met Femi yet I have known him for a whle now. Femi has one of them myspace cult blogs with lots of friends that read it religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know cuz wifey is part of the Cult too. A fledging Texasider. It is my goal to make sure she never gets  past the  Oil wrestling with 2 female acolytes initiation stage. It is imperative to bring a camcorder to that part of the ceremony and THEN yank her from those people. Some of these cults do have thier uses to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat happen after said Oil Wrestling stage?? I dunno and I don't want to ask. Noone can look me in the eye and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I digress. Femi put comments on my blog today. I have been nervous about letting folks see this blog. I think it has too little and sometimes most people don't get my humor. They think I am crazy. I believe Femi said words to that effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is cool though. Once u get over the whole Cult leader thing. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is whether I should advertise my blog to my friends and see what  they think of it. My mind fleets from one point to another so fast, I don't bother trying to make the connection sometimes.  Maybe they will laugh, shake their head and come back again. WHo knows??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-6162134539092487368?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/6162134539092487368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=6162134539092487368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6162134539092487368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/6162134539092487368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-my-first-comments.html' title='I got my first comments!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2039831079351330374</id><published>2006-09-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:25:41.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lionel ritchie belgium'/><title type='text'>Lionel Ritchie,his supposed inherent sexiness and possible correlation to my 4some fantasy</title><content type='html'>my wife is a lionel ritchie freak. I mean seriously. Let me put it this way.  if I was ever able toget Lionel to come and serenade her in our house, I am pretty certain that i could ask for a foursome with her 2 best friends and she would at least pick up the phone to float the idea to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that fantasy will ever come true but i am perfectly happy dreaming about it. MMM..... 6 boobies of varying sizes.. Now where did I put my whipped cream????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to Lionel! Forgive my salacious digression. Lionel played on Leno last night and wifey was very happy to see him. In an attempt to drum up some quick love points, I asked her the closest place to us where Lionel will be touring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promptly opened her computer and checked. I knew he wasn't coming to where we live already but I expected that if it was  up to 3 hours away, we could make that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wifey knows I am not that great a Lionel fan so so every hour I drive her, I am racking up them crazy sexual position points.( 2500 more points and I get to try reverse cowgirl while braced against a door sill!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(( 9/14/06    reverse cowgirl on a door sill????? is that even possible??? ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently as she looked on the computer and I will not forget the  answer she gave me. Wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belgium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the freaking country! the closest place to us my wife could find that Lionel was touring in this year was freaking Belgium!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, this trip is currently not my usual search on travelocity airfare searches or Enterprise rental I expected a town close to us so to hear a country freaking thousands of miles away was a slight shock. Not too bad but enough to cause me to blink rapidly for a good 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask myself. How far was I willing to go for a 4some with her best friends? Would it be Belgium?? I dunno. There are lengths I would go but Belgium???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined a trip to Belgium to see Lionel and the ony way I considered it was if all the passengers  in the plane were the Pussycat dolls, danity Kane and tyra Banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually screw that. I would do it only if all those women were there, nekkid and horny and I was the only man in sight and my wife was videotaping my virile performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, I had to stop and chuckle on that mental image. Not the women though. I just CAN't imagine how wifey would even do that. that is just funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife. She is soo good to me. She will maim me if I ever suggest a 3some. No talking. No arguing, just str8t maiming. She knows I have disability insurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2039831079351330374?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2039831079351330374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2039831079351330374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2039831079351330374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2039831079351330374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/lionel-ritchiehis-supposed-inherent.html' title='Lionel Ritchie,his supposed inherent sexiness and possible correlation to my 4some fantasy'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-2481740784683268002</id><published>2006-09-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:09:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy just got married!!!</title><content type='html'>My boy just got married last week. I am very happy for him. Man, i took soo many pics on that day. 400 pics!! I was astounded!! i didn't imagine that i would be able to take the pics. My camera is my work house. Any other camera would have given up the ghost.  Really like taking pics. it think it is the best mixture of technical savvy combined with artisitic expressions. I think this might be my passion. I love taking pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is us at the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;  cursor:hand;width;" src="http://lh6.google.com/dasugo1/RPuOHaERABI/AAAAAAAAA20/Ak0L37IJq04/IMGP3250.jpg?imgmax=288" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since this is my blog, I will post a pic of us first and then I will post a couple of my fave shots...&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;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://lh6.google.com/dasugo1/RPuL6NNWABI/AAAAAAAAAis/rWlgrfKCSC4/IMGP2972.jpg?imgmax=288" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These ladies I have know for a couple of years and when I looked at this pictures, I realized that they were growing up to be women. Too quickly.. I mean, they were growing normally but it still felt too quick. And I am not even their parent or sibling. They are growing into beautiful women. Hopefully they will be smart enuf to watch out for those bastard men that wreck women for no reason other than feeding their penis needs. but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0; cursor:hand;width;" src="http://lh4.google.com/dasugo1/RPuMykPOABI/AAAAAAAAArk/dxsXalpHGEg/IMGP3124.jpg?imgmax=288" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love this pic cuz the moment was impromptu. Nothing planned. Just a bunch of friends joined the groomen circle and ejoyed the union of a couple they have known for a while. I was moved by their camaredie. thank God for Google spell check for I don't have to spell THAT word again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-2481740784683268002?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/2481740784683268002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=2481740784683268002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2481740784683268002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/2481740784683268002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-boy-just-got-married.html' title='My boy just got married!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115774242198182700</id><published>2006-09-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:07:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick thots</title><content type='html'>Have u ever wanted to listen in on your own funeral? let'say u die today.. what would people say about u? What would they feel about u? Which non family member has been touched by ur life that prompted them to take a dive into your coffin asking God to take them instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a trip wouldn't it? Even better, maybe u can listen in on the thots folks had about u? I wonder what that would be like. Maybe when we die, we actually get to stick around for that. What is 2-3 weeks roaming the earth checking out ur old haunts compared to eternity? Would it be ironic? FInally the ability to spy or chicks while they are nekkid and u have no libido to relish it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115774242198182700?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115774242198182700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115774242198182700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115774242198182700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115774242198182700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/09/quick-thots.html' title='Quick thots'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115661901005279812</id><published>2006-08-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:03:30.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone at last.</title><content type='html'>I am startled when I am alone now. Sometimes I tell my wife that I will go do stuff and I will sit in the hose alone by myself. Luxuriating in the experience. the pleasure of being by myself in my place. Pottering on the computer. Watching TV. Just enjoying being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i wrong for feeling that? I should be myself with my wife but Lord knows i feel freer here by myself..i wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115661901005279812?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115661901005279812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115661901005279812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115661901005279812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115661901005279812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/08/alone-at-last.html' title='Alone at last.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115660672940428385</id><published>2006-08-26T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:40:30.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Jesus of DRM!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember Napster and Yahoo music?? those progs that let u download as much music as possible as long as u pay ur monthly fees? Music rental if u will?? cool notions but the thot of renting music rankles some folks. whenI say folks I mean geeks like me.  i had Napster for a while for work. Seriously, my job required me to use Napster pretty well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cancelled the service, 5 gigs of music on my computer could no longer be played. useless..wasting space. I had a deletion bereavement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I see this on a gadget website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.engadget.com/2006/08/25/fairuse4wm-strips-windows-media-drm/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, this prog removes the DRM from tbe wma drm file u download from Napster. So essentially, u can pay $15 a month to get as many files as u want!! Until M$ sees this and fixes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is the problem with DRM and digital music. Am suprised it took them this long to figure it out. I don'tfeel bad for record companies at all. Firstly,  they force feed us tripe i.e $17 CD with 1 good song on it. refused to release the single of that good song. no wonder students( the money bags that they are) jumped on the digital music bandwagon &lt;br /&gt;so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took3 yrs before mainstream realized folks were downloading like gangbusters then that shit exploded due to the Gospel according to Shawn Fanning. Creator of the Original napster.My his name be praised at hallowed websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 sue crazed years,itunes later, pe ople are  STILL  downloading like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this... if u want to test out the free trial of Napster or Yahoo music, this might be a good time to do so.. the worst is that u end up with a least some cool new music til they fix this exploit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u are a student that gets free Napster or Yahoo at ur school. Dear God in heaven, I envy u. you have been given the power to emancipate ur slaved WMAs. Free them!!! looose the chains!!! Give them frrrreeedddooom!!! of course that shit is illegal but freeing slaves was illegal at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i see the absurdity of comparing slavery to WMA DRM. Bite me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115660672940428385?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115660672940428385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115660672940428385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115660672940428385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115660672940428385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweet-baby-jesus-of-drm.html' title='Sweet Baby Jesus of DRM!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115647295786514788</id><published>2006-08-24T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T07:07:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic abuse of the wierdest kind.</title><content type='html'>Coming home from an outing with the sister unit. Blues on the Green. Essentially, people gather at a big field and listen to blues whilst they sit, herd their spawn around (dog or tiny human), drink, smoke weed and listen to blues music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am no fan of blues. I will sit the rest of the world and nod intelligently when music is played but blues doesn't move me. I enjoy spending time with my sister. I think I am re-capturing a closeness of my siblings I have not had for a long time. Maybe we are all growing and realizing that family is important but my sister is the reason why I was there. But I digress, my outing with my sister was notwierd in any sense. Except the point where a friend tried to gross me out by sayign that she heard that my sister was very "tight". Noone needs to imagine their sister in any sexual way. I still have to suppress the initial 10 second KIll reflex when I meet a guy that might be interested.needless to say, I was not very happy about that statement. Thank God for alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the end of the blues concert. We were driving home past a commercial area. SO no houses at sight right. We pass 2 people standing as if they are hitch hiking or waiting.  As we past, my wife notices that the guy hanked the woman's hair and she dropped to the ground. Wifey is definitely some one that feels strongly against anything that smells of domestic violence so we spin around and come back for a better look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she was right. they were fighting.At least the woman seemed to be. Kicking and screaming et all. I was in the middle of a domestic incident in the middle of a strip mall. How did it get here? The womas is screaming that she should be left alone. The guy was proclaiming that she was his wife and they were going home..But wait.. it gets better!!! The man is built like a brick house. Pectorals the size of D cups. Pectorals without the muscule. The man was a freaking woman. I was witnessing a lesbo domestic incident!! Holy Candid Camera!! This can't be real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butch looking chick was proclaiming that the long haired ball of fisticffs struggling to get free was her wife. I almost retorted that it was not possible in Texas. Vermont or Massacusets maybe but not in the ATX. I didn't think that was wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I asked wifey to call the cops and I wanted to see if I could stall them til the cops came. I opened my mouth and tried to get thier attention. The ball of fisticuffs forgot that she was resisting going away with her man/woman and turned on me. SHe had a mouth on her!! I was amazed. She was defending her "husband".  I immediately felt sorry for all policemen that have to deal with these kind of situations. Although , I doubt they deal with these lesbo domestic situations as much as the usual penis vs vagina variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple left and drove off in a car. we gave the plates to the cops and went home.  Wierd, i tell u. Wierd. I thot these lesbians were more civilized than the heteros. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115647295786514788?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115647295786514788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115647295786514788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115647295786514788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115647295786514788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/08/domestic-abuse-of-wierdest-kind.html' title='Domestic abuse of the wierdest kind.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115214311981016247</id><published>2006-07-05T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:30:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman returns review</title><content type='html'>Got a couple tinglings in my naughty bits when Supes fly around in the movie. defintely not gay though. I had my hand on my wifey's breaticles when that happened so it cancels out. The story was ok.. Lots of emotion and lovey dovey, stalker shit. Yes, Superman is a stalker but anyone with X ray vision will sucuumb to the dark side.. It is inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping forr Pirates of the caribeean to redeem this summer but then again it IS the Summer. When else do movie goers get more disappointed??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115214311981016247?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115214311981016247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115214311981016247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115214311981016247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115214311981016247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-returns-review.html' title='Superman returns review'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115150328114699350</id><published>2006-06-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:01:21.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN movie reviews</title><content type='html'>it freaking annoys me how spoiler ridden their reviews are. I mean by the time u read all the info, u know the plot tiwsts e.t.c it spoils the movie for u. Another thing is that I can't remember the last awesome review they gave a movie. Now granted, movies quality has been in the toilet recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/little_man/_group_photos/shawn_wayans4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/columbia_pictures/little_man/_group_photos/shawn_wayans4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i get the feeling that CNN only gives bad reviews to movies. Honestly, the more I write, I don't Mind the bad reviews. i just wish they would give spoiler free reviews. I would like a chance to find out for myself.  All i know about Superman returns is that he returns and Lex luthor looks deliciously evil. (thank you Spacey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to see it on Thursday with my wife and sister. I hope it is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Little MAn.. WHAT the F**K??!!!!if the bar wasn't  dropped so low by Soul Plane, i would be bemoaning the efforts of African American men. This looks terrible from the get go. they must be operating on a tight budget to break even on this. video sales maybe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, who green lit Dr Doolittle 3???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115150328114699350?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115150328114699350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115150328114699350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115150328114699350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115150328114699350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/06/cnn-movie-reviews.html' title='CNN movie reviews'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-115033113118591987</id><published>2006-06-14T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:26:50.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work has been crappy lately.</title><content type='html'>Man, i have not had a good time at work recently. For the longest time, I have come out of the office looking tired. i mean, i know some people have exhausting jobs but I have not had one like that ina while. Not physically tired. just mentally.  Making me doubt how good I man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a fight or flight reaction though but I gotta believe that what I have now is better than where I was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisses me off cuz I get this vision of being tired from work and wifey is tired from work and we just snap at each other. God please let me be strong enuf to see that and do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-115033113118591987?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/115033113118591987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=115033113118591987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115033113118591987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/115033113118591987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-has-been-crappy-lately.html' title='Work has been crappy lately.'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-114953769799357562</id><published>2006-06-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:01:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call me well trained...</title><content type='html'>I hate being referred to as well trained by  married women. Especially by a bunch of married women that think it is their right to be condescending since they currently outnumber me. That ish pisses me off. I mean I am not an idiot. I love my wife and she is great to me. Phenomenal to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense to want to reciprocate. The way I look at it, the more stuff I do for her, the better for me. Like my boy jesus says,  If you  want the Blow Job train to keep making regular stops at your station, u had better maintain the tracks and concessions at your station!! I mean really.. Does that mean I am being trained???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from a subway sandwich meal being the most balanced meal I ate to 3 course dinners. No chicks to constantly available hot chick wearing as little clothing as possible. I went from throwing a shirt, shoes and sorts for a trip to getting an entire damn suitcase packed for me with any shit I might need ready to go.  I am not well trained, I am freaking blessed.  Nice tits, nice bod, raging libido, sense of humor and intelligence to boot.  I mean the chick loves kungfu movies.. &lt;strong&gt;Kungfu!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chick can kick ur chicks ass anyday. Pick a category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooking?&lt;/strong&gt; Ur ass is cooked. She throws down. &lt;br /&gt;Looks- I got pics negro. I have that ish on lock. If urs is better. I bet she isn't natural. Mine is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports lover&lt;/strong&gt;- She WANTS to watch playoffs and football with me. DO u hear me?? SHE WANTS to watch it. No the pansy ass, sit with him to spend time with me nonsense that some women throw out to make themselves look good. She watches it with ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex&lt;/strong&gt;- dat's personal but trust me…. I am kicking ur ass in this area as well. maybe while u are reading this too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not well trained. I am well blessed. If I do things for her, I do it cuz I am not a fool and I like a good thing to go as long as humanly possibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I hear a train approaching… Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-114953769799357562?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/114953769799357562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=114953769799357562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114953769799357562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114953769799357562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-call-me-well-trained.html' title='Don&apos;t call me well trained...'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-114927987555633943</id><published>2006-06-02T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:05:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where those loose women that dig married men I hear about?</title><content type='html'>Where are those loose women that I hear so much about? The ones that go for married men like bees to honey??  I have seen nada. All I get are congrats, eeyahs and when did u guys get married?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No " I lust for forbidden man " stares&lt;br /&gt;Nada on the ' quest for unavailable men" attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some reasons I can come up with and I am sure all ur haters can come up with extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] I am ugly: Obvious choice if you have not seen my face but I know I am not cuz chicks dug me before I got hitched and I have too many damn pics of myself to think that.  I am an ok looking guy but definitely not ugly.  Forget that..I am damn sexy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] Too Happily married: could that be possible?  I was thinking that the ladies sense I am perfectly content with mine so they back off to find other more dissatisfied prey? I would hope not. U would think women like that would appreciate a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] I don't get out as much: Personally, I think it is this one. If I don't frequent any hoochie haunts then I will not have to spray for said hoochies. That being said, does that mean that the man needs to look for these women? I mean, the way these chicks were portrayed. U would think u get married and soon after, u are fending off sex crazed single chicks determined on being the other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, if the guy has to find them and feed them a sob story about how their wife doesn't understand them then the women are not to blame. Those idiot men are doing it all by themselves.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a happy medium. Instead of going to the Hoochies Den, maybe I can find a spot where they occasion now and again. Something social with an aftertaste that attracts the hoochies.  Maybe some snotty rich guy association like Habitat for Humanity.  Hoochies go there right?? Or better yet, join a fraternity. Nothing like chilling with a bunch of horny college students to attract the non discriminatory hoochie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to partake of the fruit of evil  but I would like to see it offered to me. Of course, Adam made sure that the person that offers it will not be delectably nekkid (thanks Adam, punkass bitch) I do  take heart at the fact that any  hoochie prospects would be advertising the possibility of seeing said nekkidness in the immediate future.  That is all I want. The offering.. Not the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay sayers would point out that I am asking for trouble. Yes I am. I have all kinds of other trouble but I want this kind. I would be pleased as I dunno what if I could go home and tell wifey that some hoochie wanted to jump my sexy bones. I would provide exact details, names, addresses and work numbers if possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would please me more than to see wifey give me that " I want to cut a heifer stare" cuz if I play my cards right, I can get the angry competitive sex. Hopefully not before the prank cell calling and " leave my man alone bitch" speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angry competive sex is &lt;strong&gt;gooood&lt;/strong&gt;.  She wants to leave u weak and tremblingon the bed and nothing is too far. Oh.. The possibilities and positions.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I need a hoochie to improve my relationship. Where is help when u need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-114927987555633943?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/114927987555633943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=114927987555633943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114927987555633943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114927987555633943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-those-loose-women-that-dig.html' title='where those loose women that dig married men I hear about?'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-114927979383925439</id><published>2006-06-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:23:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 job review and 2 promotions later!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was about to post a little spiel I was inspired to write. I looked at the last post I made.  I had to make an update of what has happened since.  Last blog, My boss told me I was coasting in my job. In essence, no big raise, just a little something extra.  With the price of gas it is , it doesn't make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was steamed as u might read but I am soo different from that guy on that time. Maybe this blog thing is not so bad.  I should schedule a weekly update cuz there is NO way I can do a daily blog. My life isn't that interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had gone on an informational interview in a group at the Enterprise side of my job.  I was looking for information. Nothing more. Next thing I know, I was being interviewed. Soon after, I was offered a job. Now 2 weeks after that ass roasting known as a job review, I get an offer for a job on a higher job level plus bump in pay!!! Awesome! I am also moving into a Enterprise which I wanted to.  Praise God. Can u imagine the turn of fortunes? &lt;br /&gt;But wait, it gets better, within 2 weeks of being in this job, we get folded into another group known as the EFE TAMs. Now the TAMs are a job I was aspiring to. Now I get placed in that group.  We thank God, he is definitely good to me!!  I have a title that actually sound impressive. And I am married now. No more women to impress.  Pity. Speaking about being married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-114927979383925439?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/114927979383925439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=114927979383925439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114927979383925439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114927979383925439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/06/1-job-review-and-2-promotions-later.html' title='1 job review and 2 promotions later!!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-114300465022709268</id><published>2006-03-21T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:17:30.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of year roasting!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Man, i am really pissed today. I had my year end review and I think I got my ass lit on fire. There were too many areas to improve and less of what i was good at. God bless my boss though. I mean he could have really laid it into me. I tihnk he pretty much did. U know... I have not put my all into my work. I dunno why. I guess I am lazy I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what will it take for me to give a damn?? I tihnk I feel entittled to what I am getting right now. I feel I deserve more so I am rebelling by working as little as possible. Isn't that wierd?? Eve if I work hard and get to a salary level that I fell that I deserve. i would not be as happy. Man, I am a confused fellow. I should put up or get off. I mean, if I am beign undervalued then I should either work on getting to a  better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I am wasting time if i am doing liek Ia m doing right now. I think If I put my all in the job.. I will be out of there in NO time. I know where I want to go. Dang, why does it take so much to get motivated??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-114300465022709268?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/114300465022709268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=114300465022709268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114300465022709268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114300465022709268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-of-year-roasting.html' title='End of year roasting!!!!!!'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-114229637930597803</id><published>2006-03-13T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:32:59.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without TV</title><content type='html'>ok, it has been 3 months since tv was cancelled in our lives here. I think it has been a good decision for us to do that. I think when my wife gets more money , we will not add cable back. I like having to talk to her and there is always the computer.  albeit a geeky form of communication but still communication nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever tried cyber sex with ur wife sitting across from u on her computer?? I haven't done that before. I think I will do it tonight.. **evil grin**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-114229637930597803?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/114229637930597803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=114229637930597803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114229637930597803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114229637930597803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-without-tv.html' title='Life without TV'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8181224.post-114229622453394697</id><published>2006-03-13T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:36:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage is soo fragile..</title><content type='html'>sometimes I hear people talk about divorce and I shudder. I mean, this is crazy how 2 people who swore to be together til death, end it in 3 yrs. Why? How ? what happened. that is the stuff I wanna know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take someone who is divorced and figure out why it happened. what did she do? What did he do? Cuz I am scared of killing this thing I have hear with wifey. I mean, could I be starving her right now without knowing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Divorce is soo prevalent yet none will tell me if I am headed in the right direction. I don't want to be a statistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8181224-114229622453394697?l=dasugo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/feeds/114229622453394697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8181224&amp;postID=114229622453394697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114229622453394697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8181224/posts/default/114229622453394697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dasugo.blogspot.com/2006/03/marriage-is-soo-fragile.html' title='Marriage is soo fragile..'/><author><name>Spiritual Ninja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00530274973479554195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://www.freewebs.com/callo/iron2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
