<?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-34952408</id><updated>2011-11-03T23:12:22.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloak of Invisibility</title><subtitle type='html'>Ha! You can't see me. Nothing special, except for the fact that I'm writing this. Please let me know if you find me, I'll be really happy when you do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8833153263748825160</id><published>2009-04-27T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:55:59.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Profundity</title><content type='html'>Not sure what to say here. This is a bump, just to say that I'm still alive and kicking. I'm enjoying my coffee and lemon loaf from Starbucks. Glad the weather's nice and I'm in good health. Let's see if this works. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8833153263748825160?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8833153263748825160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8833153263748825160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8833153263748825160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8833153263748825160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2009/04/profundity.html' title='Profundity'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7952697408903194213</id><published>2009-02-05T01:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:07:10.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fool</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting waiting for the opportunity of a life time and it passed me by. I have been comforted by Borislav by his kind words, "very few people mean what they say." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you the background, I had an amazing project for  several months doing what I do. I was so happy because I even got to TEACH what it is that I do and found that I was quite good at it. After the project, there was a small get together with a bunch of other people from the project and the manager. I felt really connected to the manager because I was given several responsibilities far greater than usual. I was recognized - so I thought. At the end of the meeting, the manager pulled my aside and stated that he wanted me and one other person to be part of a special task force and have meetings to try and get ahead of the ball. I was waiting and waiting for the call or email to come. One of the other people chosen was someone who I became great friends with until the another stepped in. I had worked with the latter and was not fond of him, but there were a lot of reasons, the most outstanding was his cocky personality. When I found that he had joined the project as an equal, as a consultant, ny views were changed and found out that he turned out to be a nice guy after all. The first guy, the one I befriended, also bonded with the once cocky one and I felt that their own friendship needed to be developed without me getting involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at such fault because I recently contacted the manager with some great information only to find that the 3 of them have already been meeting and put something in place. I'm such a fool for thinking that the opportunities are going to be coming to me rather than going out and getting them on my own. Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a situation where the industry is not in my favor and this special team was left without one of its star players. What do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7952697408903194213?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7952697408903194213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7952697408903194213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7952697408903194213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7952697408903194213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2009/02/fool.html' title='The Fool'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2201319711899544785</id><published>2008-12-11T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:22:21.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update depserately needed</title><content type='html'>Ugh. This is what happens when you do not have a job... you get distracted by everything and pay too much attention to the thing that need it the least. Like shopping. I do not need to go shopping. But I did. I found this great pair of jeans from Energie. I love them. They have replaced my other pair of favorite jeans - which also happen to come from Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is making some of his famous fluffy omelets - which are legendary! I had to stop typing and gobble down the entire thing, because it's so good. I'm about to wash it down with strawberry aloe drink - so I've achieved the Japanese Strawberry Eggs title for this rainy evening. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Iron Man last night and have to say that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been. &lt;- Past perfect... sorry I was conjugating. And I'm probably wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to CT at the beginning of this week to visit my parents. CT was über cold. Beyond frigid. I made an appointment to get the rear spoiler painted and installed, the rear quarter panel fixed, and the light bar to be installed on the front bumper. I'm kind of upset at the latter - the manufacturer claims that no drilling, cutting, or welding was required. I had even researched some of the customers to see if they were happy and all of their pictures were posted with it successfully in place. What's my damage?! I've also replaced the brakes (all around), switched to Mobil 1 synthetic oil, and am SO happy with the ability to haul the things that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video game update. Where to start??? Dragon Quest IV for the DS, Final Fantasy IV remake for the DS, some Castlevania game for the DS, right now I'm totally infatuated with Chrono Trigger on the DS! Mario Kart Wii has been a highlight - we have unlocked everything and are not trying to get double star status. I got some crazy Dragon Quest game for the Wii, haven't played it much - with all of the DS releases. OH!! Secret of Mana as a download to the Wii. I love this game too. All of the nostalgia is over flowing - much like this deluge of rain for the past 2 days. UGH! Wet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got a new card game, Alibi. It has the elements of Clue where there's the who dunnit factor as well as the melding of Rummy. The points system is something yet to master - but the game is fun none the less. I also found an old school Uno deck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some new Castle LEGO sets - they have dwarves! There are little beards and mini legs but they are not pose able. They have Viking like hats and battle axes. Oooooh! LEGO also put out some crazy huge Ogres, they are so cute tho. Goblins! How can I forget about these little green guys. They too are oddly cute. Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily update. Oh yes, I'm an Uncle. My sister gave birth 2 months ago to a beautiful baby girl, Lily. She's amazing. She needs to be able to talk, so I'll have to wait until they have that chip installed. It'll be a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for the moment. Gotta beat this optional boss in Chrono Trigger. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2201319711899544785?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2201319711899544785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2201319711899544785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2201319711899544785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2201319711899544785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-depserately-needed.html' title='Update depserately needed'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-3002954015576967125</id><published>2008-11-11T02:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:06:51.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry + Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I just received the most peculiar comment on my blog, which yes still exists, but has sadly been neglected. It's like the poor online dog I have on Facebook. I get constant reminders that my puppy needs to be fed, watered (all of the sudden it's a plant) and is lonely. I wish I got these kinds of reminders on paying the utilities on time or when to turn off a light when I leave the room. I'd better be careful for what I ask for - it might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bobby and I went up to my parents for a couple of days. Great fun! I even got to see some of my class mates that I hadn't seen in a while. Too long of a while. Again, that neglect thing... Bobby DOES remind me when I neglect him, in of course in his own way. Jumping on me, hugging me, kissing me... the list goes on but I'm trying to maintain a rating of E for everyone. (These Reese's peanut butter cups need to get out of my face! I'm eating them all - ACK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the friends thing. I got to drive my car with it's fresh new replaced fog light. I'm so impressed I was able to dismantle my front bumper all by myself - Crap! Cut off my hands. UGH CHOCOLATE!!! focus. breathe. meditate. center. Ok, I'm normal, if that's possible. Fog light, light bulb blew out and I was a little sad. I definitely noticed a difference without them. I had a spare bulb in the back and was all set to change it out. I had taken it out to remind myself and left it in the front bumper and drove to the city with it hanging on for its dear life. I remembered that it was there once I got into the city and at a red light I got out of the car and it was still there! It was meant to be, the fog light and me. &lt;- pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do now is maintain sanity until the next morning for coffee. Why am I so hungry at 3AM? I totally think I'm a zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-3002954015576967125?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/3002954015576967125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=3002954015576967125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3002954015576967125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3002954015576967125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hungry-insomnia.html' title='Hungry + Insomnia'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8819718119871705499</id><published>2008-09-14T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:56:29.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>doldrums of depression</title><content type='html'>Woe is me. For it is I that cannot see. You wanna piece of me? I am stuck on the number 3. It is left to be, which is unbeknownst to thee. Perhaps this was meant not to be, you and me. Only time will tell, so you can be free of the pain you have endured from me. I am as sturdy as a tree, and got stung by a bee. Truth be told, we were in love - you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8819718119871705499?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8819718119871705499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8819718119871705499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8819718119871705499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8819718119871705499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/09/doldrums-of-depression.html' title='doldrums of depression'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6277330808855302088</id><published>2008-07-20T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:05:04.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the world and back again</title><content type='html'>Yes it's been too long since I've written anything. Sorry. I have been up to a lot and without a stable internet connection which is why this poor thing has not been updated. Enough of the 'been' thing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I left things so I'll start by saying it's nice to be out of a bad job. I love what I do, I just didn't enjoy where I was and how things worked at my last employer. I chalk it up to experience and reminded myself that it's not permanent (how Buddhist!) So in April, a new consultant shows up and is introduced to the entire department and I knew that something was up. It didn't help that my Father is sick and I had to take a considerable amount of time off to help my Mother. So he is introduced to everyone but me, strange huh?! Then I walk over to see what the others are doing and I make the manager all uncomfortable and she is then forced to do the meet-and-greet. Later that afternoon I get a call from my agency (at 4:55PM) stating that my presence is not longer needed and that it was my last day. I was glad to hear that it also came to a surprise to the agency that it was such a short notice. I say, good riddance to a bad situation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bobby &amp; I planned a 7 week trip to/in Europe. We're now back in this sweltering humidity after our version of The Amazing Race®. Our sleeping pattern was already disrupted and we knew our flight was leaving at 7:30AM. We decided to stay up since we were used to going to bed at 4AM. We got to JFK and checked in and already things were proving difficult. Our flight was with Virgin Atlantic and with a partner, Bulgaria Air. Since our tickets were purchased with Bulgaria Air, Virgin didn't want to check our bags to our final destination. Technology and common sense were lacking here, what year is it?! 2008 not 1608. Any hoo, we flew from New York to London and got our connecting flight to Sofia, Bulgaria. No problems but we were tired and exhausted. Note to self, SLEEP BEFORE YOU FLY NEXT TIME!! The next evening at 10:30PM Sofia time, Bobby's mother and the 2 of us got on a bus and were off to Macedonia. The bus was so uncomfortable having just spent a day on a plane... We arrived in Ohrid and met up with Bobby's high school classmates. I'm happy he went to an English speaking school so I didn't have to worry about my unpracticed Bulgarian. Everyone was really cool and even Bobby had a great time. 2 days later we are on the uncomfortable bus again back to Sofia. There was a small incident with the a/c while traveling - we complained that it was toasty. The tour guide's freeloading friend made a stupid comment about how hot Macedonia gets. This only ticked off the paying clients who demanded their money’s worth and requested that the a/c be turned on. The freeloading friend made another comment which was really over the line: something along the lines of “people are more interested in comfort than history – since the tour guide was babbling on and on about Macedonian factoids. How dare the paying customers have to sweat it out while the bus driver would have made out with the money saved by not consuming more gas with the a/c on. Phew! Glad that was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple of days back in Sofia before we rented a car for our Euro Road Trip. SLEEP! I've never rented a car with unlimited mileage before, and boy did we utilize that option. We left Sofia in an Opel Corsa with a 1.2 litre engine. For those non-car savvy people, it's the engine of a toaster. Our trip included a detour, my fault, through a not so good part of town. Oops. So we move on to the border of Serbia. The border person ignored me since I was an evil American and thought I wouldn't have understood, which is what I was told to do (but I did - Serbian is close to Bulgarian) and moved on to interrogating Bobby. He asked if we were transporting Heroin. Um, like yeah, do you want some? NOT! He even checked Bobby's arms for needle marks. Since there were no drugs or other potentially threatening materials in our vehicle, we moved on. Strange. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove through Serbia got to Belgrade, paid some tolls and moved on to Hungary. There was another border control, which took forever. It rained the Nile while we proceeded to wait in the unmoving line. *Interesting note, Hungary is the gateway into the EU, so the hold up was due to a very strict border control. Since we had driven all day we were in need of a hotel, stat. We stopped at a gas station to fill up the car with gas and I had made an attempt for communication in Hungarian. Töredezettségmentesítőtleníttethetetlenségtelenítőtlenkedhetnétek tör?? Antidisestablishmentarianism. Yea, it didn't go to well. I tried to ask if I had to pay first, the gas station attendant didn’t understand but luckily another patron replied, “take first, then pay.” The gas station attendant did understand the word ‘hotel’ and gave us directions with some English thrown in. ? Yes English. We made it to the Hotel without problem and enjoyed the well-deserved rest. I watched an interesting program on a new Audi. The next morning we headed out and drove through Hungary and stopped in Budapest for a cup of coffee. Atop of a castle in Buda, I attempted to call my parents and missed them. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along thru Hungary to Slovakia. We eventually needed to get gas and a cup of coffee. Nothing worth mentioning, just a lot of road – fewer gas stations than in Serbia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it into the Czech Republic and made our way to Prague. We like Prague. The layout of the city was great, the language is close to Bulgarian but my credit card didn't work. I high-tailed it to the bankomat and got me some Czech Krona. We wandered around, saw the Astrological Clock on the hour and caught a glimpse of the moving figures. Took a picture for a Japanese tourist on the famous bridge. Prague was simply wonderful. As it turns out, we had rented an apartment which was so cool. There was so much room and a bidet! We even had Internet there, but I was enjoying the city so much that I only checked to see if I received any important email. Of course there is a job opportunity and I’m unable to take it because I’m on another continent. Bobby’s cousin had another girl. CONGRATS! We even went to a gay dance club. Some random guy bought a bottle of some lemon alcoholic something or other and proceeded to offer it to the other guys at the table. ☺ He passed out from consuming almost half of the bottle, a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that the Euro Cup was going on during our road trip. We saw lots of Fan Zones with huge TV screens so everyone could gather and watch. I could go on about Prague but it’s this was only the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to go to Berlin only to double back to Vienna so we stayed an extra day in the much loved Prague. Luckily for us our special discount for a last minute reservation yielded the 3rd day at the same rate. We parted Prague reluctantly and drove to Vienna. I was able to reconnect with a long time AFS Thailand friend. Bobby was able to reconnect with a childhood friend. We ended up staying Bobby’s friend’s which was so, Spartan. We had the first day to ourselves so we took the Underground to the Schönbrunn and had fun in a labyrinth. The next day we hung out with my friend, met his beautiful g/f and his tech savvy friend. Went to a gay club and had a blast. The last day there we went around Vienna with Bobby's friend and got a great history lesson and ate at a Viennese pub. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Vienna we hopped in the Corsa and moved on to... Switzerland. On the way we went through München. Got gas and chatted with a gas station attendant from Kosovo - who apparently was a huge Bill Clinton fan. Fun. At the Swiss border, since it is not part of the EU, we were asked for our passports and oddly my driver’s license. I was asked if we were going to the Futball events, which I happily said “no” to. That got some weird looks but they still let us in. We made it to Basel and it was cold and raining. ☹ The roads were so confusing, very user unfriendly, definitely designed to keep others out. We found my friend’s fiancée’s place eventually only to find out about the parking nightmare. So far everywhere we’d been had parking or you were able to leave the car on the road. Unfriendly Switzerland left me either to pay a meter every 90 minutes, which cost 1.5 Swiss Francs, which I didn’t have, or to find a parking lot. I had to wake up at 8AM the next morning to I mapped one out only to find it was across the street from a barrier. I tried to get to it and got so lost, honked at, yelled at by cyclists, even the people were unfriendly. Exhausted and turned upside-down, I found the SBB train station and just parked which I knew I was going to have to pay for later. 40 euro! Italy won the Euro Cup the next evening, which was celebrated by honking of horns and flags adorned. We couldn’t get out of Switzerland any quicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we drove towards Italy where I proceeded to make wrong turn after another – even went thru a 9km tunnel only to do it again since I was not going in the right direction. Finally we made it to the Alps. There were several tunnels and sketchy parts hovering over cliffs leading to the famous Gotthard pass. Both Bobby &amp; I had seen some TV special about a nasty 30-some odd car accident in this particular tunnel, which was closed to passenger cars. Our route led up, across, thru and down the mountain range. I have to say it was invigorating. Unfortunately the Opel Corsa did not agree as my Subaru would have. I did see a bunch of Imprezas racing up and down a pass. I was a bit jealous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So into Italy we got, destination, MILAN. Italy was our favorite destination – almost tied with Prague. Milan was definitely fashion capital and I saw a 2009 Impreza WXR STi :) Our Italian had been put to the test when a motorcyclist came up to us and asked for a ‘fuego.’ I knew what it meant in Spanish and handed him a lighter. I was so impressed that my language skills were utilized so much. We saw the Duomo Milano and were just taken back. It was so beautiful that I got goose bumps. We also saw the famous La Scala. Oh, New York was definitely put at risk for the amount of fashion present in Milan. We had heard about an outlet about 40 kilometers south-ish of Milan and we tried to get some Italian clothing. We were really shocked to see the amount of American clothing stores. Bobby got some Puma kicks and I saw my Puma racing jacket in the Puma store. Since we didn’t find what we were looking for we chugged along.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Imperia spent a night there and in San Remo. Bought some Italian denim and had some great cuisine. The weather was also beautiful. Our plans were to try and get to the French Riviera and had to turn around due to traffic. The next day we ventured back towards France and visited the red carpet of Cannes, had our own photo shoot outside a Christian Lacriox store, took pictures of the beach and high tailed it to Nice for a café au lait. Went to Monaco and saw more Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Maseratis than people! Had a cup of coffee and met an English family. They kindly gave us their map and we walked around. We got to see where one of the famous Monaco races takes place. ☺ We then drove to Cote d’Azur, which was really blue. I saw a Lancia Delta Integrale!! We decided to head back to our hotel in San Remo and check out the nightlife. To our disappointment, the clubs closed as we were heading out. We easily walked by the “night club” and ended up just going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;We had to start heading back towards Bulgaria since our car rental was due back in a few days. We drove to Venice and that’s where the humidity hit us. UGH! We were surcharged for sitting at some pizza joint but the food was amazing so it didn’t really matter. Our hotel was in Mestre, which is on main land. A mosquito bit Bobby and it was the largest allergic reaction I’d ever seen. It was quite scary. We hopped a bus the next morning and had a romantic time wandering aimlessly and even got lost. ☺ Pictures, pictures, pictures… Saw San Marco Square and all of the pigeons, singing gondolas, did I mention humidity? Found Emporio Armani underwear and a bag, Bobby got flip-flops. The buildings and canals were awe-inspiring. I got some Venetian glass for my parents and was sad that our trip was actually coming to an end. On the bus back to the hotel we heard what sounded like water running. As it turned out, it was someone’s GSM. What was so funny about it was an Italian man made a comment, “Pronto pee-pee.” - because it sounded like somebody was doing pee-pee. It got a chuckle from the others on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our final leg of our Euro Trip was Venice to Sofia, in one day. Road and more road. Drove thru Slovenia and Hrvatska where I was asked for my driver's license again. The guard knew English and saw my license was from Maine and said "where America starts its day." That threw Bobby for a loop and he questioned how he knew that. I said "that's what it says on the license." Gas and coffee, saw a right hand drive car from Great Britain. More road… did I mention road?! Back thru Serbia. Roooooooooooooad… We finally arrived at the Serbian/Bulgarian border and did not see the mess of trucks waiting to get into Bulgaria as we did in the beginning of our trip, which was a great relief. There were a bunch of cars from Germany, which were causing all sorts of mayhem. At the border we experienced a 2 leva (Bulgarian monetary unit) fee for a disinfectant spray administered to the bottom of our car. Didn’t expect it, but it was later explained that since Serbia is non-EU and there is potential road kill – it was a precautionary step to not carry foreign contamination into Bulgaria. At least we didn’t have to wait in the non-Bulgarian car line. Back at the border, I knew what the speed limit was and the Germans were definitely thinking that Bulgaria wasn’t strict about upholding these rules. Boy were they wrong when one got pulled over for doing well over the posted limit. Oddly, the other cars from Germany didn’t stop and wait for their comrade. It was 2 AM, I think, and having been on the road in the Super Toaster, aka Opel Corsa, since 10 AM, we were both happy – sort of – to see familiar turf. ← woo! Holy comma splice, - hyphenated sentence Batman®. It was kind of sad that the 5,400 km trip had come to an end. We returned the car with an argument about the agreed price and what currency it was supposed to be in. After a calm and collected discussion, the manager gave us a price we couldn’t refuse, really. It was less expensive than what was originally agreed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed not to do anything so tedious again and have more sense to travel in style by flying everywhere. ☺ Directive – Jet Setter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings my travel log to an end. Hope you enjoyed reading about it as much as I had writing it. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6277330808855302088?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6277330808855302088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6277330808855302088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6277330808855302088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6277330808855302088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/07/around-world-and-back-again.html' title='Around the world and back again'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6179410457340525010</id><published>2008-05-16T22:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:05:23.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2. 2. 2. 2. 2.</title><content type='html'>Why technology and violence don't mix, I broke my Wii. That's okay because it's under warranty and it was fixed for free. In addition, it was mighty quick. I was only Wii-less for 1 week. + for Nintendo. Bobby, Deborah, &amp; I are playing Mario Kart which is super fun. Eek, I've used 'super' twice today, I better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the story goes, you use the 2 button on the Wii-mote often. So I'm already done pressing the appropriate buttons (2) and I'm waiting for the other player who is like 14 screens behind. Ok, a little bit of exaggeration but you get the picture. So I say, "2." and of course the next thing for them to do is press the 2 button again. So any time there is a pause, someone inevitably says, "2 2 2 2..." Thought I'd share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Bobby &amp; I have been conquering the world in Civilization IV. Go us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that this rain needs to stop. Spring where are you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6179410457340525010?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6179410457340525010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6179410457340525010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6179410457340525010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6179410457340525010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-2-2-2-2.html' title='2. 2. 2. 2. 2.'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7147466058896901054</id><published>2008-04-29T15:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:55:55.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you</title><content type='html'>Well after a successful move, Bobby &amp;amp; I are together under the same roof. :) It's amazing that he doesn't have so much junk, the move was extremely quick. Phew, the weather even cleared up. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no job, yeah I'm gainfully employed. There is an up side, like being available all day every day to get done what needs to get done between Monday - Friday 9-5. The move for instance. It's also nice to be able to go out with friends and stay up late and get up late. This is not a permanent thing, but I thought that I deserve a holiday so I'm taking one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have almost 2 of everything, it's time to find out where things are going to go. That'll keep us busy for a few days. At least I now have the time to devote to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGM! My friend is in a commercial!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb9df40e8e2203f4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb9df40e8e2203f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330008139%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77DE77258BFCD0659AC90135E3326869D74ABD8A.737E2DE803D84ACB25A80D6DC54AEBAE550B15B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb9df40e8e2203f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEF3fn6iRKPygMYvKM5zCUWoLR3A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb9df40e8e2203f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330008139%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77DE77258BFCD0659AC90135E3326869D74ABD8A.737E2DE803D84ACB25A80D6DC54AEBAE550B15B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb9df40e8e2203f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEF3fn6iRKPygMYvKM5zCUWoLR3A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also in Law &amp; Order :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/SBffYLrwR4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Za9Z3OKT1yc/s1600-h/Snapshot+2008-04-22+23-25-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/SBffYLrwR4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Za9Z3OKT1yc/s320/Snapshot+2008-04-22+23-25-37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194866301741320066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7147466058896901054?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb9df40e8e2203f4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7147466058896901054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7147466058896901054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7147466058896901054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7147466058896901054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/SBffYLrwR4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Za9Z3OKT1yc/s72-c/Snapshot+2008-04-22+23-25-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5448415925500223158</id><published>2008-04-04T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:51:48.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours…</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started well, I got to work on time, I was productive, meaning I was able to get done what is expected of me and I was in a great mood. A bunch of other consultants from long ago (2 years) which consist of the first people I met during this new line of work gathered at a sushi buffet place last night. It was great to see everyone again. We shared out stories and had some great sushi. I had to leave early because Bobby got out of work and hadn’t eaten. I thought it would be a great time to try and repair a friendship that I had neglected, for my own reasons. After about an hour of being bashed for doing things that I had no idea about the consequential impact on another person, I wasn’t the only person unhappy (to say the least.)  I was extremely late to meeting up with Bobby and I felt horrible. Not only would I have rather spent quality time with him but I would have liked to have avoided being berated. I was still on the phone by the time I meandered from 32nd &amp; 5th Ave to 12th and 1st Ave. It was raining and cold and my feelings were totally obliterated. I was happy to see Bobby and I felt like a total jerk for not just hopping on a train and getting there. He was not looking exuberant, then I showed up and he had a smile on his face. I felt better. But I was still on the phone and wasn’t able to join him. I thought that a few minutes would do and I was totally wrong. I had been wrong all along. I felt more wrong for not giving my attention to the person in front of me. I should not have made the phone call nor should I have been such a fool for thinking that everything with the damaged friendship could even be salvaged. Why was I looking for so much punishment when I get my fair share 9-5 Monday through Friday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is no different. I’m treated like the unwanted step-child at work. Someone who used to work here returned. I don’t think I was ever really liked here. I’m not at work for a popularity contest but some kind of human decency would be nice. My manager looks through me as if I’m the bane of her existence. The stare really makes me feel productive, NOT! I need a place of work where there is nourishment not constant complaining about what isn’t being done. Say it with me, positive reinforcement. I’m punishing myself for a quick buck when I should be doing something I like and believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of this, I’m doing my best to be happy that I have a loving and caring boyfriend who takes all of my crap and still comes out with a smile. Thanks Bobby. You ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5448415925500223158?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5448415925500223158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5448415925500223158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5448415925500223158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5448415925500223158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours…'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5967289498455683756</id><published>2008-04-01T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:37:39.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT April Fools</title><content type='html'>I awoke today knowing full well that I was going to be smart and not fall for anything too obvious. I checked my computer to see what the weather was forecast to be. It read that the temp. was going to be 70 degrees. I was not amused. I then looked at the actual outside temperature and saw that it might not be a joke. I get to work and my ID doesn't work. I wasn't amused. I get to my desk, my ID has been de-activated. I was about to turn around and just go home. Then I realized that these were all spin offs from yesterday's fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an opportunity to do my first rally. Unfortunately it's not the racing sideways kind. It's the BABE rally from the Big Apple to the Big Easy. I also have the opportunity to go to the Animazement Japanese Animation convention in North Carolina and potentially meet the voice actress for Sailor Moon. (drool) I'm thinking about doing the rally although this it where I wish that I could doppelganger myself and do both. I've done the convention 4 times previous to this so it's a familiar face but I KNOW it'll by really fun. The rally is a completely new and different thing which I'm really interested in. Too bad I'll be missing my friends in NC and the voice actress of Sailor Moon. :( Tough decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5967289498455683756?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5967289498455683756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5967289498455683756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5967289498455683756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5967289498455683756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-april-fools.html' title='NOT April Fools'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8818211533864783251</id><published>2008-03-24T14:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:22:44.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Published!!</title><content type='html'>I never thought that my amazing photographic ability would ever see the eyes of anyone other than myself. Don't get me wrong, I love my work but never pursued it as far as trying to get anything printed and get the credit for it. Canada's Schmap contacted me stating that one of my photos has been submitted for their online travel guide. Since I have my pictures as 'copywrite, they were kind enough to contact me and ask my permission. Of course I said yes and here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schmap.com/canada/attractions/#r=none&amp;mapview=Map&amp;tab=Places&amp;p=229191&amp;topleft=82.07003,-147.83203&amp;bottomright=-40.9799,-49.04297&amp;i=229191_2.jpg"&gt;LINK TO MY PHOTO&lt;/a&gt; In case that didn't work, here is the photo they selected --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/R-fw972eW-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/EwHsnGF3STI/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/R-fw972eW-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/EwHsnGF3STI/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181374843141905378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it's not one of my best, I see the reflection of the lamp from inside the room (on the left) but I'm not going to complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'm officially a Fierce Hot Tranny Mess. Believe it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to look for other great photographic works of mine coming to a website near you. &lt;-- Corny :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8818211533864783251?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8818211533864783251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8818211533864783251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8818211533864783251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8818211533864783251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-published.html' title='I&apos;m Published!!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/R-fw972eW-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/EwHsnGF3STI/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1178260727329759965</id><published>2008-03-13T15:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:35:51.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Justice. No Peace.</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the strange title. The homeless man was chanting something about fearing your creator. It's what was on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I usually rant, banter, complain, act irrationally but today is a winner. I got a free coffee at Starbucks for telling a really lame joke. I ordered a Quarter Pound with cheese, large fries and a chocolate shake. Usually the baritsas say something back. This barista (whom totally ROCKS!) was totally caught off guard and just giggled. This is the same barista I contacted when I found someones Apple laptop power cord left plugged into the wall. She said the owner came back later and was very thankful. :) So back to my free coffee... She said it was on the house. Who am I to complain about this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not the good witch me, it's me me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. обичам те Борислав :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1178260727329759965?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1178260727329759965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1178260727329759965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1178260727329759965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1178260727329759965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-justice-no-peace.html' title='No Justice. No Peace.'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1916034731650212290</id><published>2008-03-11T17:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:55:24.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>УСТРОЙСТВО</title><content type='html'>ACK! Sorry had to do that. It was either ACK! or plow into the next person in my way was getting pushed to the side, in a very unfriendly manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I had it change/inconsistency. One I am set in my way, I'm good to go. When I know how to get the task done I am happy. That is not happening at this particular place of employment. I am grateful for the chance to have a job, especially when there were 63,000 jobs cut in February alone. This job also pays a chunk of $$$ so I really have nothing to complain about. I'm really bad at learning something new. I resist although it's futile (Go BORG!) [:] I don't like second guessing myself and that has been happening to me a lot recently. All of the sudden the things I used to know are not relevant because of the curve balls that have been flung in my general direction. I feel like every one is hitting me and I'm doing a lousy job. I feel more confident about my work when I know what I'm doing. It is a common sense mentality - duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that there is a bigger picture with all of this. *ponder* The book I'm readning is really getting good. I have a HUGE portion of my LEGO back. Civilization IV on the MAC is downright crack (I'm so addicted!) I hear the opponent's music and I'm waiting for my barracks to be build, still... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes to my parents' health. Mnogo obicham te, Borislav. Tzeluvki. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao. Peace out. I'm Audi 5000. (CS turbo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1916034731650212290?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1916034731650212290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1916034731650212290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1916034731650212290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1916034731650212290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='УСТРОЙСТВО'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8053926619663481780</id><published>2008-02-21T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:59:53.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #72</title><content type='html'>Interesting. When my horroscope says "You may need to alter your financial plans to allow for a discretionary purchase. You may not have much in reserve, yet buying something unusual now could be a smart investment. Appeal to the desires of those who can help you, without compromising your own ethics. Remember to act sensibly and you will receive approval and respect from others." - what do you think of? I'm not saying what I thought because I know it isn't an investment that would be turning my financials other than redicing them by the purchase price. So I guess I'm doing something to my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the 5th Ave. Apple store. Every time I go there it's something different, but it's something. The employees are not helpful, that is if you are even able to find one that's not avioding you. I have to edit that statement about them not being helpful, there have been a couple of times where they have been knowledgeable. I was looking for Civilization IV which is a game where you start an empire and try to conquer the world. It's FUN! I've played the first, second, and I'm current;y playing the third on the windows platform on my Mac. I do have to say that my computer runs Windows(R) more stably and faster than on Bobby's Dell. Erhm... Anyhoo, IV has superior graphics and is officially not supported on my computer. Huh? A Mac game that isn't supported on all of it's platforms?! Um, ok. So I get the game in my hands and I'm at the register and my debit card doesn't go thru. I try my other card and IT doesn't go thru. The cashier says that there is incomplete information. After all of the aggrovation of getting the product to find out it isn't supported on my computer and for the sale to not go thru, I don't get clues do I? I'm going to J&amp;R today to get the stoopid game :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Maine for the weekend; I had a great time. It had been WAY too long since I had been up there. I drove up to CT to my parents' Friday night. We left for Maine Saturday morning, did a little shopping in Kittery. I now have ice cream bowls :) We get to the lake and Ive never seen so much snow. it was piled up everywhere. I have pictures which I should have uploaded... We went out to dinner at a local place and the food server/waitress grew up not far from where we live in CT. Small world. We went back to the house on mainland and my cousin had returned from his son's hockey game and had to go to bed for an early morning game the next day. I was sick too. So my Dad &amp; I stayed up and watched the only movie I can remember that we saw in the theatre "Miracle". Great Father/Son bonding material. My parents and I went to breakfast with the neighbors the next mornign, which is what the whole purpose of the trip was. It seems that Maine has been untouched by time. Very community based society where everyone knew everyone. A heartwarming breakfast and an interesting conversation. We were then off back to CT. A great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8053926619663481780?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8053926619663481780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8053926619663481780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8053926619663481780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8053926619663481780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-72.html' title='Post #72'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-63507205172734956</id><published>2008-02-13T17:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:53:34.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I'm an anti-Consumerist and I officially oppose this overly commercialized holiday. Of the many holidays that are off the charts, V-Day is one that makes those who are not in a relationship feel bad and puts a tremendous amount of pressure on those who are. What do I get him/her/what ever the case may be? (Note to guy in the corner, keep quiet!) Now that I have that out of my system... Like totally shut up already. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my Evil Twin disrupted my connections to all of those I know. It's been relatively quiet. Not much to report here. I'm still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end on a good note, even though I may not be participating/taking part in the V-Day festivities, I still love my boyfriend. :) YAY! Speaking of whom, where is he?! We were supposed to been 30 minutes ago. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-63507205172734956?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/63507205172734956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=63507205172734956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/63507205172734956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/63507205172734956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/02/anti-valentines-day.html' title='Anti-Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7320455819851490704</id><published>2008-01-30T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:45:25.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppelgänger</title><content type='html'>I find it very appropriate for me to be entering another post on the same day and I'll tell you why. I went to the laundromat the Monday in JC to drop off my laundry, OK I'm spoiled. They asked me if I was just there the day before. I responded, most certainly not, I can't go through all of this laundry in 1 day. They insisted that I was there on Sunday. I was not. Now a SECOND time I've been recognized. I was a my usual Starbucks in midtown, yes I'm spoiled, and ordered something for someone else in addition to my usual drink. The barista asked if the drink (which is not my regular beveri) will be my daily fix. I replied that I've never ordered that drink before. He responded that someone who looks just like me ordered the exact drink the previous day. So somehow I've been cloned or this Doppelgänger thing is for real. I'm anxious to see where else I'll been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it states in my blog title, "If you find me, let me know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7320455819851490704?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7320455819851490704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7320455819851490704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7320455819851490704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7320455819851490704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/01/doppelgnger.html' title='Doppelgänger'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5797915947484869495</id><published>2008-01-30T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:04:37.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>じどうはんばいき</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's just what I've been needing to say. It's jidoohanbaiki - or Japanese for stand alone vending machine. They dispense everything, well they do in Japan. Sorry aboot (Canasian!!) the delay in my writing. I've been really good at keeping meself occupied by doing other things. For example, for my birthday I got a large portion of my LEGO(R) from my cousins. I had such an overwhelming connection to these little pieces of plastic. Countless years and $$$ to fund my LEGO habit. I recently found a website with some of the instruction books scanned which were categorized by date. I had no idea how old some of my LEGO pieces were, almost as old as me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then moved on to NARUTO - Clash of Ninja Revolution for me Wii (liking the Irish tone eh? Oh no, I've gone Canasian again.) The game is a total hit, literally. You 'swat' the wii-mote to have your character attack the opponents. It took Bobby &amp; I only a few hours to unlock all of the characters. A much better system than on the Game Cube which was a money based unlocking thing which took too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out I can run Windows operating system on my Mac, so I did that which was an interesting chalange. &lt;-- not misspelled, it's French, well at least it's from The Pink Panther movie, although I'm running Leopard on my computer. Bad joke. :P So I get XP on my pooter and I find Bobby's copy of Civilization II &amp; III, enough said. I started conquering the world. It's interesting how 2 people can play this game and have 2 COMPLETELY different ideas on how to accomplish things. I liked the cooperative effort, it brought a new light to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FaceBook has all of the sudden become a burden for me. I have friended half of Europe and I can't stop the emails notifying me about something. I had it all set up so that my inbox was quiet and the site must have had some re-writing or whatever, I dunno. But now I get 40 bajillion-teen emails about nothing. So annoying. I can't ignore all of the program requests, I have 100+ and I already have so many applications on my profile that I got a warning message! Oh well. I have to streamline it somehoe (HO!) without getting in over my head. So this is not as much of an addiction as the other things aforementioned. I had to get that word in here some how. (HO!) I really need to cut my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao 4 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5797915947484869495?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5797915947484869495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5797915947484869495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5797915947484869495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5797915947484869495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='じどうはんばいき'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2997037113760822905</id><published>2008-01-06T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:39:09.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting start to a new year</title><content type='html'>I'd like to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I just saw an interesting movie that has provoked a deep thought (not my Jack Handy). I know that the movie is controversial and seems to be flawed, but with all of the other movies being flawed, I don't know why this one should be getting more weight put on it. I'm guessing that it offsets the blind faith that everyone has put into the system, people saying, "that will never happen to me..." or just hitting everyone at the core and denial sets in. I myself have not been a huge supporter of this 'system' and have seen it spiral out of control. I have seen it first hand not doing what it should be doing. It has flashy colors, billions of dollars dumped into it for the profit of others who don't care about the others, only themselves. I have been trying to see what is available to a self employed individual as far a medical coverage. If I thought that it would be any different than working for a heartless corporation, it is not. The red tape is everywhere. It disgusts me. I try not to participate but the ironic thing is that at some point I know I'll need it. Most likely when I am not insured and when times are tough. I can remember going to the doctor's office for allergy medicine, which in this country is not over the counter. It is a genetic thing and will not just go away. I have seasonal allergies, so every spring I get itchy red eyes and snot running a marathon out my nose. The sneezing is also in it's company making daily life a little more complicated. I don't have a serious chronic condition and by no means am I saying that I have it bad. I just can't imagine why I would have needed to go to the doctor on a monthly basis to get the medication I need when the correct amount should be prescribed in the first place. Getting an appointment was a chose to begin with. Try getting one within a week. Then you need to take time of of work which every employer in this country frowns upon, I'm trying to get better so that I can work more I thinking. What?! That's ludicrous. Heartless corporations, they're like viruses consuming everyone and rejecting the workers once their "value" to them has reached a certain point. This is one of the reasons I decided to work for myself. I am not in another predicament because even though I have removed myself from the corporate payroll roster, not only am I not eligible for their coverage, I'm still worked to a bloody pulp. Back to my original topic; for the 5 years I worked for company X, I had full medical benefits which I used them sparingly because I was young and had seasonal allergies. I now have to resort to other means for obtaining the drug which calmed my symptoms. I can take over the counter remedies but to simply obtain the thing that works is an impossible task without the prescription. That doesn't begin to describe what the millions of other who are simply denied coverage for such heinous BS. Too tall, too thin, too fat, wrong eye color, wrong skin color. I thought that these discriminations were abolished long ago. It is against the law to do this to random person on the street, why is it legal for it to be a reason to deny something that betters their life? I am really disliking where this country is going. It makes me ashamed to call myself an American. I am not better than anyone else, just an equal. Every country has it's problems, but in this one where it is a protected law to be able to express one's self, why does that all of the sudden offend others and allow them to make money from it? If I am free to be me and you are free to be you, why should it matter? Money has corrupted the soul. I wish for more peace and harmony which unfortunately scares the poop out of those in power because they think that a group of morons will challenge them and be right. Me, me, me - is their motto and that's all it's going to get them. What happened to embracing difference and the possibility to learn something new? Why do these people only think about themselves and the time frame in which they are in power? They are most certainly not the only ones in this country. Peace, Love and Happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2997037113760822905?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2997037113760822905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2997037113760822905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2997037113760822905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2997037113760822905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2008/01/interesting-start-to-new-year.html' title='interesting start to a new year'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-302637501783631988</id><published>2007-12-21T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:48:15.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpion (Lost Soul Bent on Revenge)</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have a sever problem called obsession. I really didn't realize that I had 2 posts, count them, 2!, about my Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles. This is a third, so I'll change the subject quickly to keep your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FaceBook. Love it. MySpace, don’t get it. I guess since I'm more quirky and fun than musical and orderly, FaceBook is my method. I have reconnected with my AFS Thailand peoples. Even though I'm "friends" with Depeche Mode &amp; Bjork, it doesn't fell like I'm connected. I've also re-connected with friends from school. It's great to see where they are, and they're not that far from me. *I throw a sheep at you!* Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interesting holiday approaching. My father is still fighting cancer which has thwarted their plans to go to Florida. It was going to be my Grandmother, Bobby &amp; me. Now add some parental units and change the locale and that's my recipe for happiness. This is a first for Bobby coming to my parents' for a holiday. It's awkward for everyone. My parents are worried about getting something for under the tree and Bobby's looking for something to do. I'll bring BEANS, so we'll have something in common and a nice distraction. No one hates anyone, its 2 different worlds that have come together for an uncommon cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is certainly the most interesting thing. But if I told you anything more, I'd have to kill you. No, you're not a zombie, but you can join my zombie or vampire army on FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope is really nice: "In ancient times, all roads led to Rome. These days, all paths lead to your success. It really doesn't matter what you do; it's more important that you do it with integrity. Don't fall prey to discouragement if reaching your goal takes longer than you wish. Just keep showing up with a good attitude and you'll eventually reach your destination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload some pictures to flickr, FaceBook, and here for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao &amp; Happy Holidays. Ew, how PC. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-302637501783631988?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/302637501783631988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=302637501783631988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/302637501783631988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/302637501783631988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/12/scorpion-lost-soul-bent-on-revenge.html' title='Scorpion (Lost Soul Bent on Revenge)'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1308913066026482197</id><published>2007-12-17T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:49:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending All My Love</title><content type='html'>Woe is me. After taking 3 days off, and loving every minute, I am off to work tomorrow. If you see what time I'm posting this, then you'll notice it's actually only in a matter of hours. Bobby (Happy belated birthday) and I are COMPLETELY addicted to crack. Let me explain this 'drug', it's Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles on the Wii. We are doing so well we don't want to put it down. I even dream of little flashing things that I have to pick up, something you do in the game. It's invigorating. You can really get your frustrations out by blowing up imaginary zombies with a little zapper. No I'm not going postal or homicidal. I know it's a touchy subject, but rest assured, I'm not depressed. I know it's just a game. I get like this with Final Fantasy also. It's normal to play a game and know the difference. There are no zombies and I don't have any weapons of mass destruction. To ease your minds more, I just started a profile on Facebook. It's completely genius. I've reconnected with friends from the past and I can be a zombie and bite them... Hmm, not really where I wanted to go with that. I have a halo on my head. You can also throw sheep at people. It's very interactive and things are always going on unlike MySpace. I never got the quirkiness of that, or spelling. I'm glad there are really annoying red dots under every other werd I typ. :P I'm really happy to have been so unproductive. It's the break I've been looking for. Talk to me tomorrow at about noon and my views will be skewed from the complete insanity of my job. Oh well. Happy zombie fighting. *pow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1308913066026482197?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1308913066026482197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1308913066026482197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1308913066026482197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1308913066026482197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-back-to-work.html' title='Sending All My Love'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-4182448419473949523</id><published>2007-12-15T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:53:49.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Postiture</title><content type='html'>OAr hoeih p q08hq f ;efwi efoie fo;i sjde fgyargier5 gkjerbgiufhosznrgm ng vhoihi hoi sorglr hrigwhegf ,.jg srjg bkj gbrgu  rgausu helaihegaoeghaorihorhovh agergh ug wu fu  o fuou fwiouf ougef ou o wugowu goubv uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can quote me on that. It was really difficult thinking of what to say. I feel that I accurately portrayed what I was feeling at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-4182448419473949523?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/4182448419473949523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=4182448419473949523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/4182448419473949523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/4182448419473949523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/12/postiture.html' title='Postiture'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5324249633338496293</id><published>2007-11-30T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:02:42.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arm-ature</title><content type='html'>I got me a Wii and I'm rootin' shootin' some undead zombies. I'm not doing very well, but it's fun none the less. It's getting the aggravation from my very less than satisfying employment. I'm stuck, both in the game and at work. I can't get past Ivan and I can't please anyone. I'm a consultant in an employee's world. I have no freedom as I once did. Maybe I'll just get undead and put them in the office! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been writing on this and I'm sorry that for those of you that use this as a catch up, I'm still here. &lt;pause&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un &lt;pause&gt; I had an interesting conversation with Kelly about fat. People generally think someone is fat or skinny by the size of their arms. I guess that's why people always think I'm skinny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5324249633338496293?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5324249633338496293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5324249633338496293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5324249633338496293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5324249633338496293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/11/arm-ature.html' title='Arm-ature'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6730916246915115005</id><published>2007-11-29T01:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:43:55.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resident Wiivil</title><content type='html'>I got me a Wii and I'm rootin' shootin' some undead zombies. I'm not doing very well, but it's fun none the less. It's getting the aggravation from my very less than satisfying employment. I'm stuck, both in the game and at work. I can't get past Ivan and I can't please anyone. I'm a consultant in an employee's world. I have no freedom as I once did. Maybe I'll just get undead and put them in the office! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been writing on this and I'm sorry that for those of you that use this as a catch up, I'm still here. &lt;pause&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un &lt;pause&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6730916246915115005?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6730916246915115005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6730916246915115005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6730916246915115005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6730916246915115005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/11/resident-wiivil.html' title='Resident Wiivil'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1060035525912264054</id><published>2007-10-28T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:15:59.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback, the 1980's</title><content type='html'>I managed to find some real winners: The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Ninja"&gt;American Ninja&lt;/a&gt; movies, 1-4. 2 &amp; 3 came on the same disc and it was cheaper than #4. Weird. I also got &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robocop"&gt;RoboCop&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Terminator_%28film%29"&gt;Terminator&lt;/a&gt; as a joint box. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_the_13th_%28film%29"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/a&gt;. These are such great movies. I'm glad I have time to sit and watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something ridiculous, I waited on line out side in the rain for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mac_OS_X_v10.5"&gt;Apple's new OS, Leopard 10.5&lt;/a&gt;. I got a free t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etchedonfilm.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; and her new GF came down from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston"&gt;Boston&lt;/a&gt; for the weekend. My parents also came down and they helped (and did most of the work) paint my apartment. I bought new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compact_fluorescent_lamp"&gt;energy efficient light bulbs&lt;/a&gt;. What a difference. My place is SO awesome. I got to see some retro neighbors too. It was great. (I realized that I hadn't linked ANYTHING in a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house my great Grandfather designed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyVh75B7-VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xkuZxkMcE8Q/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyVh75B7-VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xkuZxkMcE8Q/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126611432380299602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the painting in progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyVihJB7-WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xeQ-OGTNdQM/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyVihJB7-WI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xeQ-OGTNdQM/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126612072330426722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What isn't great is how Bobby's feeling. I'm stubborn, oh so stubborn. Gets me in trouble a lot. I never learn the easy way. I have to get in so much trouble and freak out before I get it. It's so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I busted up my knee taking a picture outside Radio City Music Hall and I'm not sure if I should miss a day of work. It's no fun, but I don't get paid and I keep finding reasons not to go in. Which reminds me, I didn't send my invoice for last week. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1060035525912264054?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1060035525912264054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1060035525912264054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1060035525912264054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1060035525912264054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/10/flashback-1908s.html' title='Flashback, the 1980&apos;s'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyVh75B7-VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xkuZxkMcE8Q/s72-c/DSC_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-467470252139852449</id><published>2007-10-25T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:17:30.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>When your horoscope says something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Aries Moon makes you more active today, there is something unpleasant going on beneath the surface. Your emotions are being agitated, so it's imperative to pay attention to your emotions instead of burying them out of sight. Every little interaction with others can lay the groundwork for deeper explorations of love and intimacy in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you forget to set your alarm, they day after you set your alarm for 8:00 PM instead of 8:00 AM... Things are just peachy. Borko, is not happy which in turn makes me unhappy. :( &lt;-- had to emoticon. Just when things were at a peak of peachiness, so much so it was like Princess Peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyCW35B7-UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n8ol-qcEam4/s1600-h/152px-Peach_Paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyCW35B7-UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n8ol-qcEam4/s320/152px-Peach_Paper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125262262893541698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have to have a pitfall every once and a while to know what it's like to have been on the top. This is not the end of anything, just the beginning. :) Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. - how long to the non-drowsy drowsiness last with allergy pills? I feel like the zombies from Resident Evil... Or maybe zombie Gourry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-467470252139852449?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/467470252139852449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=467470252139852449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/467470252139852449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/467470252139852449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/10/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RyCW35B7-UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/n8ol-qcEam4/s72-c/152px-Peach_Paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1386840626344683940</id><published>2007-10-17T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:09:06.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game +</title><content type='html'>Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Quisque quis ante in nunc cursus consectetuer. Quisque sit amet velit eget urna pulvinar placerat. Vestibulum sit amet nisi vel metus semper tempor. Donec massa velit, interdum eget, rhoncus ac, ullamcorper at, enim. Aliquam egestas nulla eget odio rutrum aliquam. Etiam tellus. Integer ut nulla. Fusce ut quam quis augue condimentum feugiat. Maecenas blandit adipiscing mi. Vestibulum feugiat velit. Vivamus in sapien. Etiam pellentesque. Cras tincidunt dignissim lorem. Cras commodo tellus ut velit. Mauris porta. Duis imperdiet iaculis urna. Nulla tellus neque, volutpat eget, elementum sodales, feugiat sit amet, est. Ut eu ante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pellentesque vitae nisl. Donec euismod metus vitae justo. Aenean pharetra elit vitae urna. Duis semper nisl id arcu. Nullam ut arcu. Cras ultrices nisi sed odio. Sed sollicitudin odio in magna. Sed auctor aliquet enim. Praesent a massa eget massa bibendum sagittis. Ut interdum pellentesque nunc. Aenean laoreet, tellus in tempor commodo, tellus metus pharetra dui, quis consequat lectus odio tempus eros. Nulla facilisi. Nam adipiscing. Suspendisse auctor semper nisl. Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. In odio. Curabitur felis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pellentesque vitae ante et orci fringilla rutrum. Maecenas convallis nisi ut sem. Ut nec metus id tellus consequat ultrices. Donec bibendum porttitor velit. Nunc sed orci sed sem ullamcorper mollis. Nam aliquet nonummy tellus. Nam ullamcorper porttitor mauris. Etiam cursus nibh eget pede. Sed non sapien. In at magna quis dolor rutrum facilisis. Cras feugiat diam at metus. Maecenas tincidunt lectus eu ante lacinia accumsan. Vestibulum tincidunt felis nec mauris. Nunc non neque. Integer placerat imperdiet libero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nulla aliquet mi sed tortor. Phasellus nonummy. Maecenas tempor dolor a enim. Quisque convallis. Etiam posuere augue sit amet ligula. Curabitur sit amet mi. Aenean vel ante. Vivamus volutpat massa vitae mi hendrerit gravida. Aenean ullamcorper tincidunt erat. Etiam id purus et nibh vestibulum tristique. Nullam viverra, magna a commodo bibendum, sapien dolor iaculis lorem, ac faucibus pede dui id mi. Duis a massa ut massa pulvinar laoreet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1386840626344683940?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1386840626344683940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1386840626344683940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1386840626344683940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1386840626344683940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-game.html' title='New Game +'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6084247934593466311</id><published>2007-10-09T11:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:12:22.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Pages</title><content type='html'>I'm home sick watching a million episodes of Heroes. Whomever said I'd enjoy it was completely right. It's like LOST and The 4400 but different. I know really profound, but I thrive on profundity. It's like what the Female Q said in an episode of Star Trek Voyager, "The Vulcan talent for stating the obvious never ceases to amaze me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my new computer. I'm hating me Wii. It cheats, I'm not being a poor sport. I'm just poor AT sports. I don't get it, Bobby &amp;amp; I play the crap out of it and win by a land slide, why do our stats go down? I know it's gibberish for those who don't play... but I know there is someone out there who knows what I'm talking about. Heh-heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to upload the pictures that were taken at a Ren Faire. I didn't realize how many pictures were taken. This shutterfly website is great, but uploading all of the pictures one at a time is tedious. I guess taking large pictures is not always the best method for sharing. This was only a few hours, imagine trying to upload all of the wedding pictures from my sister's wedding. ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, total distraction, but this guy Sylar of Heroes is HOTT!! As is Nathan Petrelli. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really upset yesterday at my agency. They are playing tricks as they always do. No returned phone calls, no paycheck... and they're located in California so it's not like I can go over an just pick it up. I guess working for the company that was in my face all day every day was better. Maybe I'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Tobe from Austria will respond some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Bobby the best of luck at ECR this coming weekend. I had an amazing time at Aida, the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of room...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6084247934593466311?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6084247934593466311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6084247934593466311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6084247934593466311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6084247934593466311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-pages.html' title='Picture Pages'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5885513447285293975</id><published>2007-09-18T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:37:30.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, new computer and free time = this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0P0vVBBITTo"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0P0vVBBITTo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Sarah for your wedding! I have a lot of things to catch up on. Sanity is apparently not one of those things. I got Rally Pig stickers &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RvCZK33c1pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EbXvKVuv0LM/s1600-h/Image289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RvCZK33c1pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EbXvKVuv0LM/s320/Image289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111753989139781266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Peter Solberg) and a Wagon Mafia sticky too &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RvCZVn3c1qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qtZ90qrj8bI/s1600-h/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RvCZVn3c1qI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qtZ90qrj8bI/s320/Image287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111754173823375010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm looking at Rally Light Bars, ooo. Duh, a new computer cause my old, er new, one conked out on my. Poo. I got a new project. Uh, Bobby's new place in the city is AWESE! I bought him a good luck bamboo and it's still at my place and I think I'm accidentally killing it. Not like the intentional Tamagotchi kill. Sorry, it was ugly. Didn't say that, oof. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally fell asleep. I am attepmting to eat while typing and talking to Bobby. Bad c-c-c-ombo (breaker) &lt;-- WHOA, I cccccombined like 3 things into one word. Too bad no one else knows what I'm talking aboot. Ok, I'm gonna break it out:&lt;br /&gt;1) the snack food Combos(R)&lt;br /&gt;2) C-c-c-ombo breaker! from Killer Instinct (tm) although if you really litten to it (on the SNES) it sounds like "Duar Instinct" - and -&lt;br /&gt;3) the word combination, which it is. I'm so smart. Pasta is getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It was good to hear from Jaime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5885513447285293975?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5885513447285293975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5885513447285293975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5885513447285293975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5885513447285293975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-new-computer-and-free-time-this.html' title='Um, new computer and free time = this'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RvCZK33c1pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/EbXvKVuv0LM/s72-c/Image289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-3373280654544733246</id><published>2007-09-02T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:13:17.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9yPuk1ec9A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9yPuk1ec9A" 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4SWe9hMPbw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4SWe9hMPbw" 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvL_Jd_lejo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvL_Jd_lejo" 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;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQ-9Yab6RtQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OQ-9Yab6RtQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll stop. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-3373280654544733246?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/3373280654544733246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=3373280654544733246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3373280654544733246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3373280654544733246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='I couldn&apos;t resist'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5901514550495869320</id><published>2007-08-28T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:14:57.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween creeps into summer's ease</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I like to complain, it happens often and for that I apologize. But this absolutely had to be discussed. I am doing my best to be a non-consumerist. Yes there are things I want to buy, but they're for my own reasons and they are very obscure (Japanese Subaru/Rally magazines &amp; random car dress up parts to name a few.) I didn't buy a Wii or an iPhone and for good reason. I don't like being hyped into something by the billions of dollars spent on marketing tactics. I hate how Christmas starts the day after Halloween. How can &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/csm/20070828/cm_csm/yshaff;_ylt=AjCWKFrNVkbahehc960F_gqs0NUE"&gt;Halloween start before school&lt;/a&gt; starts?! A single day has become a 3 month endeavor, huh? This kind of got my blood pumping, I know it's the full moon. &lt;em&gt;I blew up over nothing last night at the person I shouldn't have, Bobby. I'm terribly sorry for having a conniption fit about nothing. You don't deserve poor treatment, you ROCK! - I love you!! -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're with me on this anti-consumerism wave, ride it in and don't buy anything holiday related until closer to the time. I just hope that it doesn't become a problem since the supply may be depleted by the time you go and buy it. Just don't get sucked into something when you know that it's the wrong season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh! A cool non-Apple repair site: &lt;a href="http://www.iresq.com/"&gt;iResQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5901514550495869320?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5901514550495869320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5901514550495869320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5901514550495869320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5901514550495869320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/halloween-creeps-into-summers-ease.html' title='Halloween creeps into summer&apos;s ease'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2720785963153091292</id><published>2007-08-21T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:49:21.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Sesame Roll</title><content type='html'>Like totally WPW for sure! I'm like a total LEGO maniac. Well I am. I have to say that life is circular. I had yet another run in from someone in my past. This time it was enjoyable. I went to a summer camp called Skoglund in Maine (which we aren't going to after all... another story). My father went to this camp in its first years while I went in its last years. It was an all boys camp. -edit- It was an all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; camp. :) So this past weekend I was chilling with some friends, cause that's what I do. We went to the local diner for pancakes. YUM! Tara knew some guy who was there with his daughter who came over to our table after they were done eating. We got to talking and the topic of Maine came up since that's where we were planning on going before, the other story... He said that he went to camp in Maine, Skoglund! I couldn't fall out of my seat since Bobby was on the outside of the booth so I was just there. We reminisced and had a nice chat about days past. It was good fun. He said good-bye as did his daughter. What an interesting Sunday mid-morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RsuMVvw5qeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y-u-d5EuN9U/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RsuMVvw5qeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y-u-d5EuN9U/s320/Photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101325308153932258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The joys of owning a Mac. I turned into a monkey !!! That's Bobby on the right. Deborah &amp;amp; Roger on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IcwHOQ53tY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IcwHOQ53tY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE para para! Oh damn I skinned my knee. hey to this one away too. Sorry. You can see the full thing on Para Para Paradise 2 VCD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2720785963153091292?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2720785963153091292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2720785963153091292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2720785963153091292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2720785963153091292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-sesame-roll.html' title='On a Sesame Roll'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RsuMVvw5qeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/y-u-d5EuN9U/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-3710595775889973110</id><published>2007-08-17T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:03:33.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most difficult job I've had</title><content type='html'>I'm not talking about annoyingly difficult (I've had PLENTY of those; speaking of which I'm at one of them right now. Please refer to previous posts if you haven't already), I'm talking: pure, busting arse, getting whipped (not in a good way), mind-boggling kind of difficult. For those Final Fantasy fans - I know you're out there, it's like the Japanese version of any Final Fantasy re-release. Final Fantasy IV for example, the US version known as the SNES FFII was peanuts when compared to the first re-release on the PSX and later on the GBA. Back to what I was actually talking aboot... I was at Starbucks this morning on my way to work; it's a necessity. The barista behind the register tried to guess what I was going to order, which he cot wrong and as soon ans I said "Iced Grande... he finished - Extra Ice Americano. I knew today was going to be a good one. :) I noticed that they were training 2 new people. They finished come sugar free concoction which wasn't mine. No one was there to claim it as usual. Then I heard the trainer explaining the 2,3,4 for hot beverages and the 3,4,5 for iced. I chimed in and said that that was the easiest thing to forget. The 2 trainees were dumb founded, I smiled and told them that working at the Jersey City Pavonia Newport Starbucks was the most difficult job I've ever had. They smiled in return. The regular baristas were also smiling and asked me to repeat that statement. I totally befriended the super cool Starbucks "partners" at West 4th St. on 6th Ave. this morning. It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, I'm bringing hott BG boyfriend Bobby along with Deborah &amp; her friend/my acquaintance Tara, to Maine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RsW3zPw5qdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Fjv_NVC9TkQ/s1600-h/Echo+Lake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RsW3zPw5qdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Fjv_NVC9TkQ/s320/Echo+Lake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099684244099803602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're staying on the little island on the NW, Turtle Island. This place is the nicest place on the East Coast. I'll have plenty of pictures to share. You can read all about it in the STAR - quote from Elvira Mistress of the Dark. Oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-3710595775889973110?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/3710595775889973110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=3710595775889973110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3710595775889973110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3710595775889973110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/most-difficult-job-ive-had.html' title='The most difficult job I&apos;ve had'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RsW3zPw5qdI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Fjv_NVC9TkQ/s72-c/Echo+Lake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7775756205697873096</id><published>2007-08-14T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:37:17.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayquaza - レックウザ</title><content type='html'>Holy! I'm writing almost back to back. I just wanted to let you know that Yahoo photos is going under... YAY flickr. In addition, Google videos pay per whatever is done as of tomorrow. Yahoo sent me a nice email to my non Yahoo account notifying me of the change that will be taking place, since I don't have the Google video account I can't say much about their notification. Ok, none of this makes any sense to anyone but me. I felt compelled to share my confusion. BTW, flickr even extended (at no charge to me) my 'pro' account 3 months!! Check it, "it's at that place where I hid that thing one that time." - quote from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HACKERS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/battlewagon/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/battlewagon/&lt;/a&gt; feel free to comment, if it lets you. I apologize in advance if you have to sign up for some account thing, I think you can view without having to sing your first born away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7775756205697873096?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7775756205697873096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7775756205697873096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7775756205697873096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7775756205697873096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/rayquaza.html' title='Rayquaza - レックウザ'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8849864948618371766</id><published>2007-08-13T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:25:31.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faction</title><content type='html'>Here I am doing this crazy blog entry when I should be sound asleep... I'm not even tired. I'm going on day 7 with my tamagotchi. Yeah, they still make them. Bobby &amp; I were watching The 4400 and LOST. It's interesting how addicting the 2 shows are. We're favoring The 4400 because it's new and not annoying, not entirely true. Some of the characters in The 4400 are really just slap worthy, and others are HOTT. LOST has us hanging just like they want us to "not knowing what the heck is going on" - Kate from LOST in the most recent LOST episode. Deborah's friend Leslie came to first all the way from Baltimore. The 4 of us enjoyed a day at the beach on the Jersey shore. She even had You Can't Do That On Television on DVD. I was so psyched, what a total flashback to the good ol' days. I took a million and one pictures which is odd, normally I don't document things. I felt the urge to lug my camera around. It's interesting how people approach you a lot differently when carrying a huge camera. I sat next to some movie editing guy on my way to visit my parents. It was actually nice to talk to someone on the train rather than try to zone out. Ok, I'm going to al least go to bed and try some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leka nosht - Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8849864948618371766?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8849864948618371766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8849864948618371766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8849864948618371766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8849864948618371766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/faction.html' title='Faction'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5281108351981337605</id><published>2007-08-08T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:06:59.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Subway Service :(</title><content type='html'>I'm having technical difficulties trying to type this. I'm being mauled by a HOTT BG, Borislav. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go to work today. I really did. There was a MAJOR thinder storm. So major that it woke me up. There were lights like the 4th of July, except it's August. Anyhoo. I get to the PATH station and there were SO many ppl there, even at 9:30, which is late for the typical Grove St. area ppls, I hear an announcement that there are no 33rd St. bound trains running, then they switched the message to, they're running every 20 minutes. Judging by how many ppl were already there, I'd still be waiting. I took a WTC train and prodeeded in the tunnels to the A C E 2 &amp; 3. I swipe my metrocard, THEN they make the announcement that there are no trains running at all at this station. WHOA. Then I see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RrnbRMAEHjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3IFYuZynb2I/s1600-h/Image253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RrnbRMAEHjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3IFYuZynb2I/s200/Image253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096345541672181298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call work to let them know that I'm going to go home. I'm not about to walk +50 blocks in this weather for $600. There were no cabs or buses or anything. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; that mother nature's pissed off. This humidity has not broken and it's been like this for way too long. It does remind me of Thailand tho, except I didn't have to run around in tunnels in icky work clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby &amp; I are going for coffee, which I have to say is quite nice since we don't have many opportunities like this unique situation. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5281108351981337605?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5281108351981337605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5281108351981337605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5281108351981337605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5281108351981337605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-subway-service.html' title='No Subway Service :('/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RrnbRMAEHjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3IFYuZynb2I/s72-c/Image253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2031577881689326199</id><published>2007-08-03T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:58:34.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ประเทศไทย</title><content type='html'>I called my parents last night to say 'HI' and to ask a couple of questions about my company. Yeah. I get more confused than I already was and my Dad said that my Mom had an interesting day that she'd like to share with me. I was all noses, er, ears. She told me that they were filming a moving in my hometown of Redding, CT. My Mom is the First Selectman (for those of you &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; brought up in small towns, it's the town (= 10,000 people or less) equivalent of a Mayor. She got to meet some of the stars including Robin Williams. I forget the other 2 because I was in a state of shock. First of all a movie in Redding and secondly, Robin Williams was there and my mother was meeting him and not me?! :) Then she said that the film crew would like to introduce the producer, BRIAN KETCHAM. My Mom was totally flabbergasted as was I when I heard that &lt;em&gt;(NOT)&lt;/em&gt; I was producing a movie in my home town. He even had an aunt with the same name as my Mom which was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone has made it a point that he was not being mentioned at the same frequency as &lt;strong&gt;SUBARU&lt;/strong&gt; was in my blog. So here it goes - Thanks Borislav for being the bestest boyfriend a guy could ask for. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! I had a great time in BG, despite losing my glasses and sitting on a bus for 12 hours in 2 days on a sort of trip that made it like The Amazing Race. Only to return to the Black Sea and someone finding them. YAY. The whole apartment and job thing will work themselves out, keep your chin up and smile... it's a lot cuter than when you frown. Besides, we don't want wrinkles. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally procrastinating about this work. I'm not looking forward to looking up 20 entities and researching them. Boring. I wish I brought my unBoring IKEA catalogue (ooh, a UK spelling) as protection. This humidity needs to get a move on, I hate sweating so much that it looks like i took a shower with my clothes on. Eww, very not posh or swank. Damn, 3 more hours of this work work work. I'll be on the flip side when this engagement is over and I'm LOOKING for work. Kindly disregard my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the random phone call Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi 5000 CS Quattro ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2031577881689326199?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2031577881689326199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2031577881689326199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2031577881689326199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2031577881689326199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-doppleganged.html' title='ประเทศไทย'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-681150414737601855</id><published>2007-07-30T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:18:32.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la megababes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rq5UasAEHhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oLQdoAbr-iM/s1600-h/225687443_e406653cd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rq5UasAEHhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oLQdoAbr-iM/s320/225687443_e406653cd7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093101046067371538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?! I saw 4 of them in Bulgaria. I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something rotten happened on the way to the job... Be warned, it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; cute. :( An irksome situation reared it's ugly head and I had to get my peeps together for one last stand. This was my communication:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you be willing to “testify” and confront &lt;em&gt;[name withheld to protect the innocent]&lt;/em&gt; about the discussion that &lt;em&gt;[name withheld to protect the guilty]&lt;/em&gt; has with us? - Stating that we were told by &lt;em&gt;[the guilty, again] that [name withheld]&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;[name withheld]&lt;/em&gt; had agreed to loosen their standards to push more cases through without notifying the team leaders. Pulled us aside individually and told us this, purposely leaving the team leaders out of the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Censored]&lt;/em&gt; &amp; I think that this is a classic example of what the FBI do; take a situation that is out of control and throw up a smoke screen of chaos so that it looks like &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; are not responsible. I hate people like this especially I am so adamant about being true to my word. They are simply making it look like it’s the analysts fault for mot being able to comply to the banks’ standards, therefore FUBARing the whole thing… and it gets better. All this so &lt;em&gt;[Guilty person again]&lt;/em&gt; can renegotiate a contract and make more $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s all a theory, but I’m sick and tired of &lt;em&gt;getting screwed over by some government agency or a corporation so that someone else can make money off of my hard work&lt;/em&gt;. (I sound like the music industry and the whole copy write thing… Eww.) I want my name to be held with respect and dignity I deserve because I &lt;em&gt;earned&lt;/em&gt; it, not to be tarnished by some greedy bastard who simply wants to make a profit from it. :) Say &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; to spleen! Remember that?! Hee hee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I'm back with &lt;strong&gt;guns smoking&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm really &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;t that upset about the whole situation. I am just sick of stupid games, where apparently someone else has enough time to conjure something as sinister as this, all the while I'm busting my arse to make it known that I am actually doing something &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I know &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; I'm doing on top of it. I am in the cat and mouse game of proving myself. Since I believe in myself, I'll be going places... Like straight home to get out of this ridiculous clown outfit just to look like I fit in. I know I'll be completely the opposite when this project is over, but I had to say my piece. Thanks for getting burninated. &lt;strong&gt;*breathe.*&lt;/strong&gt; In with the good and out with the bad. Yes it's a quote from a lot of places, so I choose AbFab, 'cause it ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-681150414737601855?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/681150414737601855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=681150414737601855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/681150414737601855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/681150414737601855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/07/viva-la-megababes.html' title='viva la megababes'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rq5UasAEHhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oLQdoAbr-iM/s72-c/225687443_e406653cd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6852824703165521719</id><published>2007-07-26T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:15:53.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Economic models explained with cows</title><content type='html'>I know it seems like I've been abducted or that I've skipped town. All of those stories are not true. I'm here and I have SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much to say that I'm going to have to break it up into smaller bite sized pieces 'cause I'm a lazy doorknob. More to come, I promise. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rq5U5cAEHiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WVsiJW-F9Ug/s1600-h/2cows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rq5U5cAEHiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WVsiJW-F9Ug/s200/2cows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093101574348348962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You give one to your neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both and gives you some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASCISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both and sells you some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAZISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both and shoots you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRATISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt;Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURREALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;The government requires you to take harmonica lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt;Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public then buys your bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANDERSEN MODEL&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You shred them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt;You then create a clever cow cartoon image called ‘Cowkimon’ and market it worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;You decide to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them and learn you have five cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt;You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;You charge the owners for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You have 300 people milking them.&lt;br /&gt;You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.&lt;br /&gt;You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INDIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.&lt;br /&gt;You tell them that you have none.&lt;br /&gt;No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country.&lt;br /&gt;You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left looks very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt;Business seems pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6852824703165521719?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6852824703165521719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6852824703165521719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6852824703165521719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6852824703165521719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/07/economic-models-explained-with-cows.html' title='Economic models explained with cows'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rq5U5cAEHiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WVsiJW-F9Ug/s72-c/2cows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5937681204259374776</id><published>2007-06-24T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:45:15.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsy 83</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the movie Bobby gave to me for my birthday 2 years ago. It's a tough film to watch, about growing up... It makes me think of all of the things that I went through. School, what a nightmare. The name calling, the teasing, the practical jokes, the trauma. It's making me a little teary eyed. On the flip side it also made me tough as play-doh. :) So instead of actually crying about it, I'm going to focus on the good things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought tires for my car. They're really new and zippy.&lt;br /&gt;I got my dad a shaving brush for father's day.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my bestest friend, Beej. I had a great time with her. The movie's really having an effect and I'm opening up. I really miss hanging out with her. She always made me smile and she didn't have to do anything. Seeing her today and how happy she is with how she's doing what she does best makes me think about me and why I'm not doing anything like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5937681204259374776?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5937681204259374776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5937681204259374776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5937681204259374776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5937681204259374776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/06/gypsy-83.html' title='Gypsy 83'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8980299604197371051</id><published>2007-06-21T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:15:47.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspacebarisn'tworking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.softpedia.com/news/Apple-releases-Mac-OS-X-10-4-10-And-Mac-OS-X-Server-10-4-10-Update-57885.shtml"&gt;Apple Releases Mac OS X 10.4.10 and Mac OS X Server 10.4.10 Update&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amusingly enough, the 10.4.10 update has stirred a lot of comments on the Internet from people claiming that Apple is ripping people off because there is no such thing as 10.4.10, as the ‘number’ 10.5 naturally follows after the ‘number’ 10.4.9. One has to wonder what math these people were taught where numbers can have two decimal points. Maybe Apple should start calling the updates Service Packs to make things easier, or perhaps start counting in hexadecimal.&lt;br /&gt;With Leopard still some time away and Apple releasing updates rather quickly, we may even see 10.4.11 and 10.4.12 before October and the big 10.5 comes around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I obsess about things, but Lime Wire has silly versions like 4.12. Why not have a 10.4.10? I think it's breaking down the expected pattern of order, which is not a bad thing. I like getting shaken up every so often, not literally and nothing devastating. Just a little jolt of "WPW! I never thought that possible." makes me all warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting morsel of randomness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070621/tc_afp/britaininternetlanguage;_ylt=Aj5UrzIUFtcet5nhAZQUrljMWM0F"&gt;'Blog', 'cookie', 'wiki' top list of hated Internet words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LONDON (AFP) - "Blog", "netiquette", "cookie" and "wiki" have been voted among the most irritating words spawned by the Internet, according to the results of a poll published Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping the list of words most likely to make web users "wince, shudder or want to bang your head on the keyboard" was folksonomy, a term for a web classification system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blogosphere", the collective name for blogs or online journals, was second; "blog" itself was third; "netiquette", or Internet etiquette, came fourth and "blook", a book based on a blog, was fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cookie", a file sent to a user's computer after they visit a website, came in ninth, while "wiki", a collaborative website edited by its readers, was tenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British pollsters YouGov questioned 2,091 adults earlier this month for the poll commissioned by the Lulu Blooker Prize, a literary award for books, which released the results in a statement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thems silly Brits! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8980299604197371051?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8980299604197371051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8980299604197371051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8980299604197371051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8980299604197371051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/06/myspacebarisntworking.html' title='Myspacebarisn&apos;tworking'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7883154955434086996</id><published>2007-06-18T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:09:55.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of the 180 degrees</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not going to get into it, ok you got me. There was a very strange week the other week ago. It go bye-dee-bye now but while it was present, not present, it really threw me for a loop. All of everything that I loved failed me, and not just a little bit, we're talking full fledged WAR. My soon to be month old Nokia E65 stopped illuminating for me. I couldn't send important emails of SMSesesesesseses. Since I know I'm a social butterfly, most of you will disagree, that's because I haven't been in contact with the right people. And for those who I have been in touch with, you have nothing to worry about... maybe you do! NOT. Where was I? Oh yeah, $500 phone crapped out on me. What else you may ask, that is but a mere 1 stupid thing in life that anyone stupid to pay that kind of money is insane. I learned, the had way, as usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bank, Commerce. I recently Incorporated myself to get the benefits of a self employed person. I got all of my paperwork and ducks in a row. Then Commerce refused to open an account for me, not once, not twice, but 3 times! WTF?! I WORK in the compliance field and know what is required to open a business account. Why do they insist that a register my company in the state I reside? It does nothing, trust me I know. In my line of business, I NEED to know these things. I get paid to know these things. It's that darn PATRIOT ACT I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the whole truth. I forgot to mention that the things that hated me, began to like me. The guy at work whose name will remain &lt;withheld&gt; for his safety (ok, my safety) actually paid me a very nice compliment. I was shocked, I never thought the person who pulled me aside on the 3rd day of work to discus my driving record. Was I applying for a delivery job you ask? No. How about a valet parking attendant? Nope. I was applying for a compliance job at a bank. So why is ANYONE interested in a ticked I received 7 years ago? I'm not sure. Maybe this person is just bored to tears and had to find SOMETHING other than the fact that I'm gay to get all in a tizzy. Whatever. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were random other things, like I don't know. Stuff. Ok, I'm going to watch this movie Equilibrium and learn this thing called gun-fu. An updated gun-fu 2.0 was featured in Ultra Violet, with my girl Milla Jovovich!!! that totally was unwatchable. I don't want to describe it because I might spontaneously get sick like I did 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in 2 weeks I'm going to Bulgaria!!! I have a 10 hour lay over in Rome. I'm actually psyched, why? Cause I'm completely certifiable! I promise pictures on my flickr. Which reminds me, I have to upload the ones from the actual car race in CT I went to several weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtUg58mhJLU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtUg58mhJLU" 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/34952408-7883154955434086996?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7883154955434086996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7883154955434086996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7883154955434086996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7883154955434086996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/06/week-of-180-degrees.html' title='Week of the 180 degrees'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-3772428829441765807</id><published>2007-05-18T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:29:41.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies like a banana</title><content type='html'>I've recently upgraded my flickr account to pro, watch out. :) I've also found out how to post my pictures into other groups. I've never contributed my work to anywhere. I've made mini business cards using moo.com, but I've never gone as far as putting it on someone elses' turf. I even made a Subaru friend. Oh no, there goes the planet some might think. Just what I need, MORE Subaru stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently also re-discovered ebay. It is satanic, but I love it. I bought a piece that I was missing from my camera. I also found SailorMoon season 1 for $30!!! It's Japanese language only, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently also Incorporated myself. I own my own company. Don't ask what it does, cause as of yet I don't have anything in mind. I'm the CEO, COO, CSO, CFO and the president and a member of &lt;strong&gt;B. Hayden Enterprises, Inc.&lt;/strong&gt; I rule, and I can get away with saying that my boss sucks major patootie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... hmm... I'm thinking so this might take a while. Uh, yeah! "That place where I put that thing that time." - Hackers. I was reminded today of a line from one of my favorite movies, Bring It On (with my girl Kirsten Dunst); 'cause it was SO cold in the room today I felt like saying, "Brrr! It's cold in here. There must be some Toros in the atmosphere!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making progress, slowly but surely in Pokemon Diamond &amp; Final Fantasy XII. I need to catch up in Dragon Quest VIII, I even cheated (sorry!!!) and got a whole bunch of money so I didn't have to run around for hours. Kind of like this entry, erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promise to try to write more quality stuff. ! after I get back from Europe... Ok, before that. I don't even know WHEN I'm going or if I'm going. No tickets are boughterated yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you a "bye-dee-bye" - Mad Max, Beyond Thunderdome cause "this episode was poorly written" - Galaxy Quest. Ciao :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-3772428829441765807?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/3772428829441765807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=3772428829441765807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3772428829441765807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3772428829441765807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-flies-like-arrow-but-fruit-flies.html' title='Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies like a banana'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8319094638229035696</id><published>2007-05-07T03:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T03:02:16.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Existentialism</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t mean to get all psychological and scientific, but the 2 movies I just watched really made me think. I will warn you that thinking and me are a dangerous combination. Movies are art, which is supposed to provoke thought. At least they should. A movie without a story to tell and has nothing but special effects is all too common, unfortunately. I was really made to think about me and what I&amp;#39;m doing. Like this for instance, I&amp;#39;m typing a blog entry on my phone. Have I become so far removed from myself that I have to express myself at this hour under these circumstances? Am I doing the things I want to do? Why do I let the very things that prevent me from being who I am interfere? It&amp;#39;s time to step up to the plate and actually do something. And now&amp;#39;s the time, cause I&amp;#39;m such the procrastinator. My identity was just stolen and I have to go to the bank tomorrow to fill out paperwork to claim funds that were used without my knowledge. Thank goodness for the diligence on behalf of the bank. If it wasn&amp;#39;t for them, I would have had no idea. I&amp;#39;m so clueless about my surroundings which makes me sad. It&amp;#39;s so easy to be spun around with the way this country is set up, almost a conspiracy like. Too many things going on all at the same time, it&amp;#39;s no wonder I&amp;#39;m a mess. I&amp;#39;m at bat and I&amp;#39;m going to be making some home runs. So watch out for me. :-) I&amp;#39;m not going to settle for anything less. Because I&amp;#39;m worth it. Thanks Beyonce, your l&amp;#39;Oreal commercial has great meaning. I think I was just temporarily possessed... Did I just type that?! Oh well. I need some sleep so I can kick some arse tomorrow. Leka nosht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8319094638229035696?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8319094638229035696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8319094638229035696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8319094638229035696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8319094638229035696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/05/existentialism.html' title='Existentialism'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-241593368101374854</id><published>2007-05-02T16:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:41:59.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my new e</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4707/724720479727620/1600/z/218262/05022007-719110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4707/724720479727620/320/z/15193/05022007-719110.jpg" width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is not only a test, but it&amp;#39;s also a test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-241593368101374854?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/241593368101374854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=241593368101374854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/241593368101374854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/241593368101374854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-e.html' title='my new e'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5272162957342289762</id><published>2007-04-28T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:35:32.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Dare</title><content type='html'>I have to say that things are always happening in NYC. I was on my way home from work Thursday and I had my monster of a camera with me, cause I was planning on taking pictures, and realized I had to get home and change first and get ready for a film at the TriBeCa Film Festival. (breathe) I get on at Rockefeller Center and get smooshed in the door. I'm leaning over the chair separator and I have an arm in my face that belonged to some jerk who HAD TO GET ON THIS SPECIFIC TRAIN OR ELSE HE WAS GOING TO DIE or something. I couldn't even turn my head and he was so oblivious to the fact that his fat ass was inconveniencing someone else. Ok, a little anger management needed. (breathe) This kind soul of an old lady tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Why don't you say something?" I smiled and said, "It's ok, it's only for one stop, I'm getting off here." Then I thought about it, and I really should have said something. I paid the same fare to get to ride this train, I got on with the thought of trying not to be in the way of anyone else. I'm sure he drives an over-sized SUV too. It's just an assumption. It's amazing that so many people trying to get to the same place and all decency has been left at the door. :( It makes me sad. BTW, the movie was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RjNnvjpmAAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hYiC8OSdql8/s1600-h/Image139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RjNnvjpmAAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hYiC8OSdql8/s200/Image139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058500873188409346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to buy a refrigerator and a new TV, because I'm worth it. :) Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Pokemon Diamond for my DS. It's a lot of fun and very frustrating at the same time. I miss playing this game because the main character and I have the same last name. Aren't they adorable???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RjNptDpmADI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FF2VhNixCQs/s1600-h/starter-pokemon-diamond-pearl-ds-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RjNptDpmADI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FF2VhNixCQs/s200/starter-pokemon-diamond-pearl-ds-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058503029261991986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5272162957342289762?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5272162957342289762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5272162957342289762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5272162957342289762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5272162957342289762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/04/double-dare.html' title='Double Dare'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RjNnvjpmAAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hYiC8OSdql8/s72-c/Image139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2253062112565107150</id><published>2007-04-19T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:40:35.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Journal</title><content type='html'>This was a great little program I used to use to get my work done. With a click here and a click there, all of the requests I got from 30 branch offices in Florida were done. I wish that was the case now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on another project at yet another bank which wishes to keep its anonymity. I'm actually home "sick" today because I think I ate some bad tuna fish yesterday. :( Oh, poo. he weather is getting to be enjoyable again. I'm at the tea shop drinking some healthy mixture of herbs. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RiepMcGuHlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hAhXcV5A5jU/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RiepMcGuHlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hAhXcV5A5jU/s200/Image084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055195137914576466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum! I'm really liking my new place. Its still so big, but things now have their own place. I still have to put some shelves and the other set of blinds. I bought a plant, an easter lily and I'm over watering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first AML (anti-money laundering) gathering last night. I got to see some familiar faces and really got to see just how important my 'job' is. The information I find helps the government (eek!!) find the people and groups who are drug trafficking which is linked to to terrorism. It was really a great opportunity to see all of the people show up at the DEA building in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to use my business card yesterday too. A former 'co-worker' on a former engagement caught me going into Kinokuniya in Rockefeller Center. We exchanged a few words of those who are also in our industry and how they have bad business ethics. You really get to learn about people when there are about 40 of you in a conference room for a minimum of 40 hours a week. Sitting elbow to elbow day in and day out, it's like completely insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about insane, my friend's computer died (DELL) and she needed a new computer so she asked none other than your's truly to help out on a Mac! Woo hoo. :) I was so happy and jealous at the same time. I remember getting this bad boy and how I stared at the box for 30 minutes before breaking the seal. It was the largest purchase that was paid in full at a register. Yes I have a car, but I didn't write a check or charge $18,000. The buying a computer and carrying it home in a box knowing you just spent all of this money is intimidating but powerful at the same time. I'm SO happy about this purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Wii..... bag. It's my new tote. I'm so Gay! Ok... I also bought a really hott Puma racing jacket. I saw it as soon as I walked into the store and I was all like "I must have that jacket!!!" Then I couldn't find it cause I was so excited about the jacket, I didn't realize it was right behind the mannequin. Geez, I'm using words that I can't even spell. I have more words with the red squiggly line under it saying "HELLO MORON! YOU CAN'T SPELL!" :P I can't add either, but who's counting?! Ha ha ha. Oh, the true freakish is out of the bag. I'll let you take a breather cause I could still go on for about another day or 2 since I haven't had any internet service and I've had so much to say and I couldn't and I forgot all of this really good material which I should have written down on my little moleskin pad. How's that for a  run on sentence?! I was told in school that I had a knack for it. I also like double negatives. Hmm, I haven't used any. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2253062112565107150?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2253062112565107150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2253062112565107150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2253062112565107150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2253062112565107150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/04/auto-journal.html' title='Auto Journal'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RiepMcGuHlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hAhXcV5A5jU/s72-c/Image084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7722434172217884168</id><published>2007-03-26T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T13:16:22.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzak</title><content type='html'>I have been ever so privileged to get to see the dark side of the Black Party. What is that you say?? The darker side of Black? Mwa ha ha! I volunteered to help and got to see just how much trouble an 18 hour circuit party takes to get set up. I met the producer and head organizer, both of which were absolute sweethearts. I was summoned to the Saint at Large office where I was welcomed by the set designer/coordinator as well as a slew of other important peoples. I was given phone answering responsibilities and DVD assembly. I was also a "runner", not from Logan's Run, even though I am older than 30!! ack. I got to go to Rentboy.com to pick up a movie they were going to show. I got  a DVD player and other media from Circuit City. I had to get egg crate mattress pads and shower liners from Bed Bath &amp; Beyond. You name it, flashlights, toiled paper, I was a Jack-of-all-trades. I met pron stars, musicians, graphic designers, and many more amazing people who put this challenging task together. From performance last minute cancellations to making sure there are enough security personnel, I got to see the down and dirty things that these guys have to put up with. And they always maintained the attitude of the show must go on. Did I do this all for free? I would have, but they offered 1 admission ticket for each 8 hour "day" I was at the office. I got a ticket for Bobby and myself. The party itself was really fun, much more than my first Black Party 2 years ago. I have to agree with whomever said that the 2nd time is more enjoyable. This experience, both inside and outside gave me a better appreciation for NYC and the kinds of events that take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf-EEfPY6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7iP_bMtpwM/s1600-h/Image105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf-EEfPY6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7iP_bMtpwM/s200/Image105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046281253369635746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of my "missions" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Listen to this: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070326/ap_on_hi_te/wikipedia_alternative;_ylt=AtGjAt3EYTTjTUxqz4L0bLXMWM0F"&gt;Wikipedia co-founder seeks to start over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some more Subarus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf_XkfPY7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xMhp3o7kVu8/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf_XkfPY7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xMhp3o7kVu8/s200/Image100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046282687888712626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; STi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf_X0fPY8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zmBQT1q2uGg/s1600-h/Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf_X0fPY8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/zmBQT1q2uGg/s200/Image108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046282692183679938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf_X0fPY9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/uSjxzG6FVgE/s1600-h/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf_X0fPY9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/uSjxzG6FVgE/s200/Image110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046282692183679954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Impreza 2.5 RS done up like an STi. I felt very connected to this person, who I never actually met, but none the less I have STRONG passion for dress up parts. :^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7722434172217884168?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7722434172217884168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7722434172217884168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7722434172217884168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7722434172217884168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/03/blizzak.html' title='Blizzak'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rgf-EEfPY6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7iP_bMtpwM/s72-c/Image105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6706269594580381556</id><published>2007-03-19T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:06:49.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego 4347</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf77YelPwoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/D0r-ETYqnqw/s1600-h/Lego+4347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf77YelPwoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/D0r-ETYqnqw/s200/Lego+4347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043745030646252162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am venturing out into the land of the unknown. I have ordered mini cards via Moo.com which has some kind of affiliation with Flickr. Kelly showed them to me and I was quite impressed. Then I was all like, I can do that too with the faboo pickies I've taken. So they are to be shipped to me within the next few days. I've never had my own business card, or had my art printed. I'm so excited!! And if you think that the pictures I've taken were cool, wait until I see what kind of havoc I can reek with the SUPER-MEGA-CAMERA that Kelly's selling to me. I can see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; things... Mwa ha ha ha! *cackle* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawn back to a t.v. show, Battlestar Galactica. It's fun for the most part, I've missed almost all of season 2, so I'll have to rent it. Hmm, think. Uh. Vitamin water! Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing it up on my Nintendo DS, Final Fantasy VI that is. Yes, I'm STILL playing it along with a handful of other games so it's been taking me a little longer to get done what needs to get done. Plus there are added dungeons and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esper"&gt;Espers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's raining so I'm going to go back to fighting some baddies and gaining some exp. Stay Tuned... (to be continued) {over redundancy} [ludicrous speed] I forgot to say that I saw Space Balls while in Baast'n. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf744elPwlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X640xF35jbA/s1600-h/Image073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf744elPwlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X640xF35jbA/s200/Image073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043742281867182674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's me car in the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6706269594580381556?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6706269594580381556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6706269594580381556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6706269594580381556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6706269594580381556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/03/lego-4347.html' title='Lego 4347'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf77YelPwoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/D0r-ETYqnqw/s72-c/Lego+4347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7379088859920724731</id><published>2007-03-09T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:01:30.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vyk'tiote - crumpled dance</title><content type='html'>I am in Boston, MA for the weekend and I'm walking around with none other than Kelly. She is my Moongoddess. We were just walking from 3 photo assignments. Amazing, I wish I had that kind of job. Go here and there and everywhere to take the most amazing photographs then go home from coffee and a bite to eat only to go out and take more shots. :) We met some fun people, like this girl Rachel at what used to be called Deli Haus. On the way back from this creative experience, I walk by a Subaru with a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BG&lt;/span&gt; sticker on it. Um, this is the most difficult thing to see at the moment. I wanted to take a picture to remember is, but it's probably for the better. 1) the owner was in the car reading a paper and 2) not everything was meant to be. I can remember the good times, I just wish I was still making the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by the removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient". Ambrose Bierce in The Devil's Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf76FelPwmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wk1_EuiShPA/s1600-h/AFS_TH_9495_01-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf76FelPwmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wk1_EuiShPA/s320/AFS_TH_9495_01-04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043743604717109858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the brighter side, I just got word from my Austrian friend, Tobi, that Luis, my friend from Paraguay has uploaded some pictures from when we were all in Thailand. Here's me in the airport with 10 carry on items. Yes, they did allow my on with all of my crap. :) Um, yeah. It was a long trip home after 10 months in Thailand. I should have thought my return trip better, but I was a Buddhist monk 5 weeks prior to my departure. I had 1 day to pack EVERYTHING. It was a great experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7379088859920724731?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7379088859920724731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7379088859920724731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7379088859920724731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7379088859920724731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/03/vyktiote-crumpled-dance.html' title='vyk&apos;tiote - crumpled dance'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf76FelPwmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Wk1_EuiShPA/s72-c/AFS_TH_9495_01-04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-7997706125327398961</id><published>2007-03-04T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:04:53.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green wizard needs food badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf766-lPwnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ux_DjpuwWew/s1600-h/Gauntlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf766-lPwnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ux_DjpuwWew/s200/Gauntlet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043744523840111218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to prove that I haven't fallen off the flat planet we live on, *pow!* I'm here. I actually ventured out last night. Amazing. Bobby's co-worker/friend plays in a band that was showing in the LES (Lower East Side) not far from where I used to live. Even though the music wasn't my cup 'o tea, I still had a lot of fun. After their set we convened in the front area of the bar and was introduced to some other peoples. One was a message therapist and the &lt;a href="http://erickwilund.30art.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; was not. We had lots of fun, I forget what it's like to be outside in the night life of NYC. I promise to do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved to a new place in JC. The apartment spoke to me when I saw it. It said "歓迎" which means welcome. My parents came down from CT to bring goodies, I now have a beautiful 150 year old cherry kitchen table. It's really cool. I also have an antique dresser to keep all of my new fundies in. :^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spying more Subaru's in the City, my new hobby, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/ResKmG99znI/AAAAAAAAACs/IvQsdqBv8F4/s1600-h/Citro%C3%ABn+CX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/ResKmG99znI/AAAAAAAAACs/IvQsdqBv8F4/s200/Citro%C3%ABn+CX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038132257965854322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (No, this is a Citroën CX I saw with my Dad at a Homo Depot in Brewster, NY!!) since I now have a LOT of time on my hands... my most recent project ended so I unemployed. I'm looking at this time as a mini-vacation and a well deserved one at that. I miss the people I was working with already, but I now have the time available to do the things that wouldn't be able to get done otherwise. Like visit my Grandmother. Her birthday is the day before mine, so we have been Birthday-Buddies. I love her. Here's a picture of us taken yesterday by my mother on my phone. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/ResKWG99zmI/AAAAAAAAACk/8qk-mz0KSxw/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/ResKWG99zmI/AAAAAAAAACk/8qk-mz0KSxw/s200/Image083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038131983087947362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was shocked to hear that my mother even knew that my rockin' handy has a snapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another reason I'm actually warming up to the notion of a camera-phone: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/ResLEm99zoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l_Y9fYNokCA/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/ResLEm99zoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l_Y9fYNokCA/s200/Image082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038132781951864450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the quality of my digital camera is far superior, the compact-ness and convenience of having an all-in-one thing is understandable. I would have had to whip out my clunker of a camera, and then it just looks suspicious... or does it look professional? Kelly has amazed me with her work, always able to see what others do not. And the way she captures it is mind boggling. (Hee hee, I started a sentence with "And.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I part this entry with words of wisdom (if it can be called that): "Before my Bahamavention the only thing worse than my tension headache was my backneckarmslegsheadspleenache" &lt;-- :^) it said spleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-7997706125327398961?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/7997706125327398961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=7997706125327398961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7997706125327398961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/7997706125327398961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/03/green-wizard-needs-food-badly.html' title='Green wizard needs food badly'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rf766-lPwnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ux_DjpuwWew/s72-c/Gauntlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5081950433385471863</id><published>2007-02-18T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:40:29.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a link to my fabulous pictures at the very bottom of my blog. Sorry that you have to do the whole sign up with Yahoo business, but it's worth it to me. It's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The digital pictures we display have the most accurate colors possible, but we cannot be responsible for individual monitor settings." I just LOVE messages like this. It's like, yeah our products are really actually nice, it's you monitor that's a piece of crap. So get off your bum and swing on by for a look with your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting article. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20070214/cm_usatoday/hybridslosetheirluster;_ylt=AuDMNZpUMBdoG.f5C3uO7UvMWM0F"&gt;Hybrids lose their luster.&lt;/a&gt; Makes you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockinglyfun.com/"&gt;This link&lt;/a&gt; has some phun online games from the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5081950433385471863?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5081950433385471863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5081950433385471863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5081950433385471863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5081950433385471863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/02/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6243521781618816174</id><published>2007-02-14T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:48:16.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>КИША (Kisha) = slush</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have just found out that I've been living under a rock. This music genre, Mash Up/Bootleg has been around since 2003. Where have I been? I think I've had a time slip... I really like the idea of taking the lyrics of one song and "mashing" it with the music of another song. The more extreme the difference, the better. Take The Cranberries and mash it with some Korn, sounds tasty. I'm quite amazed at some of the talent out there. It's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; than just remixing the same song. This is a perfect addition to all 100 bajillion-teen remixes I have. I've been reloaded with musical awareness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a great haircut over the weekend. Thanks Kim &amp; Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to check the weather conditions today at work, so I recorded a movie starring ME! It was real fun. Uh, due to technical difficulties, I can't get this to actually play. I have to research YouTube a little further. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my &lt;a href="http://ourhouseinjersey.blogspot.com"&gt;friends' house&lt;/a&gt; to watch the new episode of LOST. Aaron had made dinner, some wonderful gnocci, mmm so good. :) A re-run came on first so I was talking up my new Final Fantasy VI and GameBoy DS. I got my GameBoy SP out of my bag which was in their kitchen to show them all one of my most favoritest games and it ended up in the tomoto sauce *SPLAT!* I was shock! I thought I got all of the sauce out and to my demise, I have to put my collector's edition SP to rest. :( Waa. Thought I'd tell this sob story since Tobe in Austria is still waiting for his copy. I can't use mine at the moment so we're in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily horoscope for we Caps: "If you continue to do the best you can, the pressure will begin to ease. If, however, you slack off, then you could be facing your own shortcomings all too soon. Don't waste time reveling in your accomplishments or crying about what you should have done. Just tie up as many loose ends as you can prior to Saturday's New Moon." Um, I'm wearing velcro shoes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6243521781618816174?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6243521781618816174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6243521781618816174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6243521781618816174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6243521781618816174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/02/mash-up.html' title='КИША (Kisha) = slush'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2774998944313681991</id><published>2007-02-10T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:09:07.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Electronic Script Maps Are In Service</title><content type='html'>Wpw! I didn't know that I had any loyal followers, this is WAY cool. I'll have to write all about what has happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aybabtu"&gt;All your base are belong to us.&lt;/a&gt; Very interesting. I am a total Anime fan, but not to be confused (as I frequently am on lots of other occasions. You would know this if you were a die hard BK fan ;P not.) with FanBoi. These are icky and smelly. I am fabulous and therefore am disqualified. :) Watashi wa &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otaku"&gt;otaku&lt;/a&gt; desu!! What's the pertinence? I like, well not really, the butchering of languages and video games. This has both in the same place, woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4bguSd5XI/AAAAAAAAACI/NslqzydsTEY/s1600-h/Dancing+Heroes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4bguSd5XI/AAAAAAAAACI/NslqzydsTEY/s320/Dancing+Heroes.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029988082814674290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ich weiβ genau, was dir gefällt." Oh yeah, German! Some lyrics from a song I was listening to. &lt;a href="http://www.tsrocks.com/w/wolfsheim_texts/kunstliche_welten.html"&gt;Reference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a new apartment. (new address coming soon) It's going to be really cool. I have hardwood floors and a play-room/office. There's a really nice double wide arch as soon as you come in. I'll be sure to take plenty of pictures... speaking of which --&gt; Kelly's genius has made the front cover of a magazine! Grace Kelly, Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers dance on air... Sorry I was mini vogueing. Her amazing photographic creation can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4Uc-Sd5TI/AAAAAAAAABc/-A48tmWggn0/s1600-h/cover_feb07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4Uc-Sd5TI/AAAAAAAAABc/-A48tmWggn0/s320/cover_feb07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029980321808770354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Kelly Davidson ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have been Subaru spying and found these 3 WRX STi's in the same neighborhood in the city. I snapped them up right fast on my handy. Take a look see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4U7eSd5UI/AAAAAAAAABk/r6zv-iXuDBA/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4U7eSd5UI/AAAAAAAAABk/r6zv-iXuDBA/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029980845794780482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4U7eSd5VI/AAAAAAAAABs/NGUWC8fp-4Q/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4U7eSd5VI/AAAAAAAAABs/NGUWC8fp-4Q/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029980845794780498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rd0OZq_kPOI/AAAAAAAAACY/mCoxJqMF5Fg/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rd0OZq_kPOI/AAAAAAAAACY/mCoxJqMF5Fg/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034195792670506210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous. I can't figure how the 2nd &amp; 3rd were able to drive vertically, oh yeah, it has All Wheel Drive! Just like the ads from a while back... I'll find the ad somewhere and show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;final&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Final Fantasy VI was re-released on GameBoy Advance. This game came out on the Super Nintendo when I was in Thailand many moons ago (1994-1995). I am SO excited, I bought it the day it came out and have had it attached to my hand every since. So there's one excuse as to my tardiness, not to be Moogled &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4aFeSd5WI/AAAAAAAAACA/-__1EPjTwQg/s1600-h/Mog+-+walking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4aFeSd5WI/AAAAAAAAACA/-__1EPjTwQg/s200/Mog+-+walking.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029986515151611234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (not Muggle from Harry Potter) with the misconception of fashion. what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the following parties: &lt;-- sorry, I use that word a lot at work and I'm not talking about the parties where you wear pointy hats and throw streamers and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;*Sarah (sister) on her wedding announcement. I was pleased to have been asked to take their announcement photo, which was used in the local paper. :)&lt;br /&gt;*Parents (parents) on finally after WAY too many years of non-vacation time. Enjoy sunny Florida!! and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;*Chris (cousin) on HIS wedding announcement. Oh my, weddings weddings weddings!!!&lt;br /&gt;*И Борислав. Много те обичам.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2774998944313681991?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2774998944313681991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2774998944313681991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2774998944313681991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2774998944313681991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/02/electronic-script-maps-are-in-service.html' title='The Electronic Script Maps Are In Service'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rc4bguSd5XI/AAAAAAAAACI/NslqzydsTEY/s72-c/Dancing+Heroes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6142225510157321467</id><published>2007-01-30T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:15:16.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new philosophy, the way oof the typo</title><content type='html'>Ever just started typoing and not even know it? Yeahm, completely in your own werld not caring about the things that go on around you... Ah, the beauty of it all, hacking up the Engrish language as you go. I can't tell you how many times I think I know how to spill werds. I mean I can't even sent and SMS half of the time cause I don't know the correct way of spilling. Then there are just words that you KNOW are right and the phone is resisting. Then I have to really think, and I'm all like, uh what was the word I was trying to force into the phone? I guess the age of auto correct and spell check have got me into a relearning of my native tongue. It's amazing, you can even get grammatical advice. Then I realize that if I type as I speak, I don't even communicate in English! Hmm, so the next time (I've actually already done this) someone asks my native tongue - besides the one in my mounth ;P I say "Brian". I came up with a really great word today at work: exaggaeretory. I'm all about big words that are uncommon, (like I am about my unorthodox choice of car. Subaru Impreza wagon... and I trick it out. I love my car. Oops sorry back to the original topic) but I have to use it first. If I read a big word in an article, I ignore it cause it throws me off. And if the article doesn't have any pictures, I kind of pass it up too. I'm no Wall Street Journal reader, I get my news from Google and Yahoo. Like I found about K-Fed or whomever this guy was is SO not sute. &lt;--See what I mean?! The Typo monster got me. What was I thinking? More over, what was Brittany thinking?! My excuse is cause I'm a natural blond. I can SEE your roots Mz. Spears, I know you're trying to trick us with your artifical-unintelligence. :) That was a good one, *cheers!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a Nintendo DS = dual screen. So what does SP stand for? Nintendo... Moshi-moshi. Koko wa doko? Az sum na New York. Hong nahm yuu ti nai? I love languages, I should try and master the one I learnt firsted ;) Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 12 hour day at the "office". I'm enjoying my coffee and it's toasty warm, inside. Ok, I'm going back to work... for real. I have to turn on me iPod to "The Last Ninja" playlist. I have 21 different versions of the same song. OCD??? :D That's noghing (say wha?) noghitn... erm, nothing, ask Taryn, she has 13 versions of Moonlight Shadow crawling all over her computer. Mwa ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rb_Mirxo3MI/AAAAAAAAABI/tlWOU79mfZ8/s1600-h/Triangle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rb_Mirxo3MI/AAAAAAAAABI/tlWOU79mfZ8/s320/Triangle.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025960605407304898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6142225510157321467?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6142225510157321467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6142225510157321467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6142225510157321467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6142225510157321467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-new-philosophy-way-oof-typo.html' title='I have a new philosophy, the way oof the typo'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/Rb_Mirxo3MI/AAAAAAAAABI/tlWOU79mfZ8/s72-c/Triangle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-3922006632982987252</id><published>2007-01-29T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:52:43.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... belated Birthday and it's my own</title><content type='html'>I would like to that my friends for giving my first surprise birthday party. I was really shocked! I also had an amazing evening with the love of my life, Bobby. Mnogo obicham te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for blindly following my horoscope, or at least not admittedly. Things have taken an interesting turn and then I read this: "A reality check arrives from a partner or coworker today -- and you can gain much insight from what you discover. If someone is being too hard on you, just take it with a grain of salt. But don't ignore what was said. Instead of going into denial, think about what you're learning and make the necessary changes to accomplish your goals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WPW (remember? the new wow!), I guess I have to be making the necessary adjustments for this thing called reality. I've heard that it bites, or was that just a great movie from my past? I've never thought inward much, I'm not a good practicing Buddhist, but I'm a good person. (I think, which is another dangerous thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just told by my good friend Leroy that I'm the first person he knows to be alive that has both OCD and ADD. How it that possible? A neat and orderly mess... I'm here a living legend proving it can be done. I hope that this is inspiring for those who also feel completely lost, but in order. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; oxymoron. I also LOVE double negatives. I should have rephrased, I don't not like double negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's number is 33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-3922006632982987252?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/3922006632982987252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=3922006632982987252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3922006632982987252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/3922006632982987252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/01/belated-birthday-and-its-my-own.html' title='... belated Birthday and it&apos;s my own'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6952702792475020885</id><published>2007-01-15T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:17:25.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Disast-hair</title><content type='html'>I called to request a certain stylist, who was not available. (&lt;a href="http://www.warrentricomi.com/main.htm"&gt;Warren-Tricomi&lt;/a&gt; 16 W. 57th St., 4th fl, New York, NY) I was still able to make a same day appointment which I was happy about so I went 10 minutes early. I am not difficult to please, but I was forgotten about on several occasions since walking in the door. I'm not the typical salon on 5th Ave. type (which was probably apparent) and don't need all of the hype. If you're going to offer a drink, bringing it 15 minutes later isn't exactly stellar. No one knew who I was scheduled to be with. At that point I wondered if I was going to get a haircut or be told that my car was ready. As it turns out, I got THE most difficult to get an appointment with stylist. I've given better haircuts in my sleep with a spoon. I will not be going back. I know people have bad days, but then digging in your pocket to have to pay for a bad experience is awful. I even felt obligated to tip, what was I thinking? Support your local barber. Note to gay men: go elsewhere. I should have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6952702792475020885?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6952702792475020885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6952702792475020885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6952702792475020885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6952702792475020885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/01/utter-disast-hair.html' title='Utter Disast-hair'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-5552347600677159058</id><published>2007-01-09T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:45:31.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trespassers will be Burninated"</title><content type='html'>The title of this entry is from none other than &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_Fantasy_I_&amp;_II:_Dawn_of_Souls"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;. I just Googled the word and found out I'm terribly not original... Does "I Want to be Your Canary" sound better?! Not &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_Fantasy_IX"&gt;original&lt;/a&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading the 'Odd News' section on &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo news&lt;/a&gt;. They usually have very interesting and as the title states, odd. There is a zoo in Australia that has humans on display and real ones, not cheesey automatons. The goal is to see if they can improve the conditions for the animals that would be there in place of the humans. They have web-cams and microphones on them. I'm sure they are even clothed, darn. If they really wanted to make it authentic... hee hee. Well the last line of the article brough it to a new level of reality: "Zoo vets haven't ruled out using tranquilizer darts if the humans misbehave." Is that really necessary?! The animals in captivity do not sign vaivers or have contracts and are not let out at the end of the day to go home as do the humans. Well, it's not the US so cool things can happen. I think it's great idea and is an interesting approach. :) Too bad I wasn't in Australia (cause I certalinlly would LOVE to be there) and have an opportunity to participate in a big-as-life science experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - the stinky &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/09/nyregion/09smell.html?hp&amp;ex=1168318800&amp;en=1545850b368b0c64&amp;ei=5094&amp;partner=homepage"&gt;gas leak&lt;/a&gt; which is currently being "blamed" on New Jersey was not me, even though I had chickpeas the night before. How embarrasing. *blush* Some people can be really over-sensitive, I have feelings too you know. :P I'll make sure to be more careful about what I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act of randomness: There is a sample of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borg_%28Star_Trek%29"&gt;BORG&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;em&gt;StarTrek: First Contact&lt;/em&gt; the movie in a song called "Futile" by Velvet Acid Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-5552347600677159058?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/5552347600677159058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=5552347600677159058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5552347600677159058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/5552347600677159058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/01/humans-on-display.html' title='&quot;Trespassers will be Burninated&quot;'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6622774462693398357</id><published>2007-01-04T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:34:13.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Official "Been Tagged Post"</title><content type='html'>Unlike &lt;a href="http://ourhouseinjersey.blogspot.com/2007/01/official-weve-been-tagged-post.html"&gt;Maria's&lt;/a&gt; unintentional picture upload, which I must say is simply SMASHING!!! My picture was put up on purpose. :) BTW, where are Aaron &amp; Liz anyway?! They are no longer posting? I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were my instructions: "Find the nearest book. Turn to page 123. Go to the fifth sentence on the page.&lt;br /&gt;Copy out the next three sentences and post to your blog. Name the book and the author, and tag three more folks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that books could be fun, especially ones with a lot of pages. Who knew that these were the things you could do with your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Note that in the second example the meaning of boundless is present in the second verb only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ще почакам само 5 минути.  I'll wait five minutes only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intensive Bulgarian - A Textbook and Reference Grammar" by Ronelle Alexander with the assistance of Olga M. Mladenova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second closest book. The book actually closest to me only had 104 pages... :) I'm a lite reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, now I have to tag 3 others. I'm so popular these days... uh &lt;a href="http://aychje.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aych&lt;/a&gt; is the only person I know who has a blog. So I have to resort to unethical and unconventional (so basically nothing out of the ordinary) cheapo-ness. &lt;a href="http://ourhouseinjersey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ourhouseinjersey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; Sorry guys &amp; gals. I hope what I did wasn't legal. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RZ2cV5sVqdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WUEx-8BS9cw/s1600-h/SEK+graffiti+in+DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RZ2cV5sVqdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WUEx-8BS9cw/s320/SEK+graffiti+in+DC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016337460038576594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random picture I took on the Metro going in to Washington DC. How often do you see your initials in graffiti? I'm ignoring those who are the actual artists cause that's just silly. Duh, if you are tagging yourself then obviously it's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; initials. Sheesh, some people are just cheeky. Oops, you may think I have multiple personalities, my initials are not SEK, those are my sister's. *phew* I'm glad that's cleared up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6622774462693398357?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6622774462693398357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6622774462693398357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6622774462693398357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6622774462693398357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/01/official-weve-been-tagged-post.html' title='Official &quot;Been Tagged Post&quot;'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RZ2cV5sVqdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WUEx-8BS9cw/s72-c/SEK+graffiti+in+DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2432949159437521244</id><published>2007-01-01T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:20:16.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I am happy to say that I'm looking forward to 2007. I was not looking forward to me getting cut on my finger on a 'plastic plus of death.' This the little thing on the top lid of any plastic crate, the thing that latches on to the bottom of the crate. Anyhoo, I was trying to get a yearbook from this crate in my parents' basement to show a friend a picture of a guy Jeff Borofsky. Supposedly there are only 13 in the country, when I mentioned to my friend, Kimmy, that I went to school with one of them and called Jeff's name she was like ??? She had never heard of them. So now I have the yearbook to show her that yes indeed he and his family exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was visiting Kelly at her parents' house on New Year's Eve day when we were discussing something "neo-" I went to explain something obviously important (cause I can't remember it,) but as the conversation progresses, like this ever will... I was congratulated on my well-use and knowledge of prefixes. I then commented that I had equal knowledge of my suffixes too ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2432949159437521244?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2432949159437521244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2432949159437521244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2432949159437521244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2432949159437521244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8012522564928088967</id><published>2006-12-24T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:24:25.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the flu?</title><content type='html'>So I think I had the flu. Bobby was a little sick Tuesday or something and I payed no heed to his warning. I know that some days I just wake up and and not feeling 100%, like Crystal Waters. So I go to work on Wednesday and I know something is awry. I leave after 30 minutes there and here's why, cause I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you are just dying to know. (No pun intended) I sit with at least 30, most likely 40 people, in a conference room with really bad air quality - and strangely poor cell phone reception. If I sat next to the people I am usually next to touching both elbows, 'cause we actually sit that close, I would have been the cause of an epidemic of whatever I was sick with. I didn't want that on my conscience right before the holidays. I know that it's the time for giving, but this is something I was going to me selfish about. As it turns out, I made a right decision for a change. I've been "flu"-ded ever since. I even heard that people were sick in Boston, northern Virgina (eww), &amp; Missouri. Wpw (is the new wow), I'm not the only one who's: a) in the country and b) I forget what I was going to say. I had the opportunity for a free flu shot. Here's the quantum physics/the Oracle from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt; moment of the day: if I took the flu shot, would I still have got sick? As the tootsie pop commercial goes, "the world may never know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make this long story longer... I made progress in Final Fantasy XII. I was also successful in finishing the Post Office secret Santa thing. I hope my package of happiness and bliss makes it to the 2 girls in the Bronx in time. Thanks Kimmie, you ROCK! :D I couldn't have done it without your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note; Christmas is not New Year's... ahem, Taryn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8012522564928088967?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8012522564928088967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8012522564928088967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8012522564928088967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8012522564928088967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-flu.html' title='What the flu?'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-6345976653168649168</id><published>2006-12-15T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:51:54.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>I was a little occupied with being with you which I enjoy to no end. I was unable to wish you a Happy Birthday (ЧЕСТИТ РОЖДЕН ДЕН Борислав!) You mean so much to me. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-6345976653168649168?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/6345976653168649168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=6345976653168649168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6345976653168649168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/6345976653168649168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-2206764037878368454</id><published>2006-12-12T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:49:07.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the season to be annoying (look no "!")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20061212/cm_usatoday/areblackberryusersthenewsmokers"&gt;Are blackberry users the new smokers?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when technology has proven to be beneficial. Then there are times when the general public should not be exposed to it. i.e. The masses in New York City, which have gotten to me. First there are just too many of them. I can't get to work or to my yoga class or anything. I cannot enjoy the city and all it has to offer. They are just everywhere... they are like roaches!!! and they are all on their Blackberries blabbing to Betty-Sue (sorry Betty-Sue) about whatever they just ate or what the just bought, or if they just took a crap. UGH! I know I'm guilty at times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*please note I have an entry about my new cell phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to the degree that every Tom, Dick, and Harry, (again, sorry Tom, Dick, and Harry) -Mr. and Mrs. corporate America- on the streets of NYC. You may be all that in the office place, but on the street you are just the average Joe. Sure, it's there for you to use, but please at least LOOK where you are walking and don't get all pissy if you walk into me. I'm trying to avoid you, not bump into you. Just because I have a cell phone does not mean I have to answer it every time it rings. hello?! voice mail. I have a life. Yes I turn my phone off at the movies or when out with friends. I like spending the time WITH them, not being interrupted by some stupid telemarketing BS. (I thought it was illegal.) I don't have the urge to tell anyone about anything just to be yakking on a phone. I just want to SMACK the Blackberry out of their hand across a busy street to see if the user will go after it in the same daze they were in on the damn thing, not realizing a... oops! a car hit them. 1 down and way too many to go. Happy Holidays! and don't let me catch you on your Blackberry, scrolling through your email, walking down the street, or on the subway... then there are the ipod users who are going to go deaf and give secondary hearing loss to their fellow passengers. I have a very odd musical preference, and I know that no one else is going to enjoy it, so I try to keep it to myself and not ghetto-blast it. Where is the consideration for others? Not everyone likes your music, that's why they gave you head phones, not speakers. I know that NYC is diverse, which is very appreciated. I just happen to see all of the freaks and losers all day every day. Where are the nice, polite, happy people?! See what's happening, I'm slowly turning into a disgruntled mess... ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RX75YYWDwyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAuGa7RR38Q/s1600-h/OF-1+Daedalus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RX75YYWDwyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAuGa7RR38Q/s320/OF-1+Daedalus.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007714032929719074" /&gt;OF-1 Daedalus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-2206764037878368454?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/2206764037878368454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=2206764037878368454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2206764037878368454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/2206764037878368454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-to-be-annoying-look-no.html' title='&apos;Tis the season to be annoying (look no &quot;!&quot;)'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RX75YYWDwyI/AAAAAAAAAAY/oAuGa7RR38Q/s72-c/OF-1+Daedalus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-8579019356085496469</id><published>2006-12-08T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:02:32.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm selling my car!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I've finally managed to get a car on my own, and now I'm selling it. This has been the BEST car I've had. It has been very versatile and has never given me a problem. I've posted it on &lt;a href="http://newyork.craigslist.org/jsy/car/258949574.html"&gt;CRAIGSLIST.ORG&lt;/a&gt; and only have received 1 response to date. I don't think I'm a bad sales person, heck I once thought of &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt; for Subaru. Um, it's a really good car. Everyone who drives it, including my Dad, loves it. In the rain, sleet, snow, or the most beautiful day of the year - All Wheel Drive baby! The gas mileage is great (note to behemoth drivers; sucks to be you!) I have managed to fit 4 adults and a baby in a car seat from Richmond Virginia to Jersey City NJ, a little cramped but still very manageable. Did I mention that all of their stuff was packed neatly too? Now what would you say? Act now and it can be yours!! Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a funny thing that I have recently heard. My good friend Kimmie who works close by, one of her co-workers thinks I'm having an affair with her. It is laughable, but sweet at the same time. The gentleman who sits within proximity of her knows that we go to lunch frequently. Um, this brings me to a previous post (the one with the Canasians) where I'm being confused for a straight man. I think I need to Gay it up! or something. I though the signs were quite obvious. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a co-worker that has a strange fetish (or obsession) with coffee stirrers. There are like 1 million of them in a cup on the table. We laugh about it, cause there are now more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that on this bitterly cold day, I was made to feel all warm and fuzzy inside by the PATH person at the Grove Street station. My quick-pass was not working and he literally ran over to me. Maybe he was just cold, but the immediate attention was quite welcome. He asked if I needed any assistance and he tried my card for me and it still didn't work. We walked over to the phone and he called up the card and refunded me with 7 5-trip cards and a 1-trip without even blinking.&lt;br /&gt;This and the fact that I tried to exchange a bag of improperly ground coffee from Starbucks. After they, again without thinking twice, grabbed a new bag of coffee and ground it for me at no charge. Then instead of taking to old bag back, they gave it to me - free! I'm really getting a good feeling from the New York City and Jersey City people. It's all of the tourists I want to chop up into bloody messes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-8579019356085496469?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/8579019356085496469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=8579019356085496469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8579019356085496469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/8579019356085496469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-selling-my-car.html' title='I&apos;m selling my car!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-4618166380362706500</id><published>2006-12-02T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:51:46.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 70 degrees out and it's snowing?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RXERJ2z1iUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biSCLO9hx6g/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RXERJ2z1iUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biSCLO9hx6g/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003799522014759234" /&gt;Paper snowflake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I made at work today... I was really working hard on a case... really! For those of you who don't know, this was taken in NYC on December 1st. That means that something is wrong with the weather. I should button my lip, I don't want to shovel snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-4618166380362706500?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/4618166380362706500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=4618166380362706500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/4618166380362706500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/4618166380362706500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-70-degrees-out-and-its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s 70 degrees out and it&apos;s snowing?!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QsaGD6qdiTY/RXERJ2z1iUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biSCLO9hx6g/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1531797403994276572</id><published>2006-11-28T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:55:18.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been a little naughty!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so things at work are back. Thanksgiving is over. The wretched Black Friday and Door-Busters are out in full force. I'm at work and someone thinks it is really sweet to give everyone a hershey's kiss. I gobble mine down so fast I almost forget to take the wrapper off. I did manage to see that the little piece of paper said "caramel." They make caramel filled chocolate kisses?! Anyway, I'm done with mine and all of the ladies pass their morsel of goodness to me. They all complain that there are a million calories. This triggers a quick Google search to see the actual caloric value of a hershey's chocolate kiss. The answer was 30. Then it happened, some may call it a stroke of whit while others will still be thinking... I say, and a little too loud, "Not MY kisses." The whole room of 40 people or so all bust out laughing. This is when you are hoping that everyone is laughing with you, not at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga was very grounding this evening. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chuckle out of this &lt;a href="http://blogs.theage.com.au/screenplay/archives/004378.html"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt;. I also found out &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Buy-Nothing"&gt;how to resist the urge to splurge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5336/4266/1600/435193/sc002a90f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5336/4266/320/330680/sc002a90f3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my Dad's Webber Grill. Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1531797403994276572?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1531797403994276572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1531797403994276572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1531797403994276572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1531797403994276572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-little-naughty.html' title='I&apos;ve been a little naughty!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-1528817735341675407</id><published>2006-11-23T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:29:23.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moshi-moshi!</title><content type='html'>I got this new phone cause I really didn't need it. I'd been itching to get a new gadget and a new GameBoy Advance DS and Wii were out of he question. I was not going to buy a new platform just to play new games. I have PLENTY of games that are not being utilized as it is. Ahem, phone... So I went fishing around for a phone and I found one I liked. It's the snazzy Nokia 5300, not yet for the US yet. See &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/A4199012"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. So I'm in *****town and I ask if they had the 5300. Of course they did, and so I signed my life away on some insane contract to get a better deal than ebay. Which I may add, I'm a little pissed off at. I found the special edition 4-disc soundtrack to Final Fantasy XII, yes they're up to 12. I paid for the cds and everything and I have yet to receive it. So if you are holding out and reading this, you're KILLING me!!! Please send me my cds. :D Ok, concentrate, *phone*. So I get the phone and it's all new age. I have things on it that I'm sure are illegal, I can communicate with the dead and deaf in 30 languages. It has a camera, mp3 player, headphone jack &amp; built in speaker, bluetooth, infrared, expandable memory... there's so much on this little cute thing that slides up to "open" you'd think I was talking about a laptop. I absolutely love it so I thought I'd share this very important story. You can go back to whatever you were doing, knowing that I have satisfied the gadget fix I was yearning for. Call you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-1528817735341675407?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/1528817735341675407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=1528817735341675407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1528817735341675407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/1528817735341675407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/11/moshi-moshi.html' title='Moshi-moshi!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116372628715025125</id><published>2006-11-16T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:13:59.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in the... ACK! Roach!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched Ju-On 2 (for you English speaking people, The Grudge 2) and was totally freaked out. I loved it. Well, I guess my own real-life version of strange, yet-to-be-explained events. I ride the PATH train (sorry, I’m bridge and tunnel traffic) to work. I got on thinking that today was going to be a great day. Things started out well. I get on the train and I saw something moving near the window. It was a ROACH! Eww, gross. Anyway, they are usually scampering away from people but this one was clearly different. It climbed down the window, on to the ledge between the seat and the window and proceeded to climb on the poor guy’s back sitting in the unlucky seat. For those of you who take public transport, you know how crowded the train/bus can be. What was I supposed to do, yell out like a 10-year-old girl, “ROACH!” ? That wouldn’t be completely out of character… I would have caused the largest panic. So I pretended not to see it. The Gods got even. So my stop approaches (pun) and I get off, and to my misfortune, I’m behind the roach-guy. Ok, it fell off or something cause I didn’t see it any more. I switched from the PATH to the F and V line and got off at Rockefeller Center and walked across town to my haven, Starbucks. I order and get my cup and walk over to the self service urns and there was another roach, kidding! Even worse, they were out of coffee. There are 4 urns that hold more coffee than Hoover dam, and they were bone dry. I mentioned that the Gods were getting even. I finally manage to get the last remaining, burnt and grind-full drops of life juice (coffee) and move along to cross the street. I get my ID out for the security people to scan and the scanner died. Um, I can now say that I have a little grudge child following me today making mischief. I get to my seat in the office and as soon as I sit down, ROACH! kidding, some unexplained loud vibration happened right next to me. The others (not from LOST) at the table heard it too. I’m totally freaking out, like a 10-year-old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horrorscope did not warn me about being careful what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIENNA (Reuters) - It took 25 firefighters, his wife and a son to roll Lulu the cow off Austrian farmer Leopold Zeilinger after she fell on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116372628715025125?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116372628715025125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116372628715025125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116372628715025125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116372628715025125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-happened-on-way-to-work.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in the... ACK! Roach!!!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116302870987283572</id><published>2006-11-08T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:44:03.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila Christmas Cookies:</title><content type='html'>1 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup nuts&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of dried fruit&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the tequila in a large glass to check quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a large bowl, and check the tequila again, to be sure it is of the highest quality. Pour one level cup and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the electric mixer.  Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.  Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it's best to make sure the tequila is still OK, so, try another cup.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the mixerer thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.  Pick the frigging fruit and the damn cup off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix on the turner.  If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, just&lt;br /&gt;pry it loose with a drewscriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the tequila to check for tonsisticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Check the tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add one table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greash the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to beat off the turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the bowl through the window, finish off the booze and make sure to put the dirty stove in the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERRY MISTMAS TO ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you wake up, test your skills. Click on the circle to proceed on this &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/rivergame.html"&gt;SITE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116302870987283572?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116302870987283572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116302870987283572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116302870987283572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116302870987283572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/11/tequila-christmas-cookies.html' title='Tequila Christmas Cookies:'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116242861080933555</id><published>2006-11-01T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:01:36.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away, runway</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. I fell off the chair with this blog! &lt;a href="http://projectrungay.blogspot.com/"&gt;ProjectRunGay&lt;/a&gt; It is just amazing. This show totally ROCKS! as does Lost. But enough of that. Lost, get lost for a moment, back to what's important... FASHION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely unrelated, but I was looking for another Mac vs. PC video and this came up. How you ask? I have no clue. But that doesn't mean it isn't fun to watch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick figure vs. Arrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4077451204789440566&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on a roll with not relating things, here are some more things completely NOT related:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The media has an enormous power to direct our nation’s focus."&lt;br /&gt;followed shortly by:&lt;br /&gt;"Americans have notoriously short attention spans."&lt;br /&gt;No brainwashing here... What was I talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an interesting &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/Top/Games/Video_Games/Roleplaying/F/Final_Fantasy_Games/Fan_Pages/"&gt;Final Fantasy Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whocalled.us/"&gt;whocalled.us&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- This is a GREAT site for those annoying anonymous phone calls you get and have not idea who the %$@# it is. Type in the # you got the call from and see if anyone else has received a call from that number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116242861080933555?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116242861080933555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116242861080933555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116242861080933555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116242861080933555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Run away, runway'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116183191915168459</id><published>2006-10-25T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:20:18.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I drive a Subaru Impreza 2.5RS wagon</title><content type='html'>How Ford starved its Taurus &lt;edited&gt;&lt;/edited&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the 1980s, the Ford Motor Co. was in deep trouble. It made too many gas guzzlers and was getting clobbered by the Japanese. It responded with the Taurus, an innovative design that would become the best-selling car in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2006, the Ford Motor Co. is in deep trouble. It is making too many gas guzzlers and is getting clobbered by the Japanese. It is responding by discontinuing the Taurus, a once innovative design that used to be the best-selling car in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ensuing years Ford, like GM, largely ceded the sedan market and concentrated on large SUVs and pickups with hefty profit margins that masked their biggest problem - uncompetitive labor costs driven by sky-high health care benefits for employees and retirees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, it seems as if Ford and GM aren't so much trying to reinvent themselves as they are the wheel. They kill off models or, in the case of Oldsmobile, even whole divisions. Then they pin their hopes on their next new thing that will have to survive in a ruthlessly competitive market. The Japanese, on the other hand, stick with their winners and make them better.” –USA Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope did not say think outside the box. Drive a boxer. (Subaru lingo for the horizontally opposed 4-cylinder engine layout.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116183191915168459?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116183191915168459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116183191915168459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116183191915168459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116183191915168459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-i-drive-subaru-impreza-25rs-wagon.html' title='Why I drive a Subaru Impreza 2.5RS wagon'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116140093291510962</id><published>2006-10-20T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:02:21.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Batz Maru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/1600/42muscles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/320/42muscles.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/34952408-116140093291510962?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116140093291510962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116140093291510962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116140093291510962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116140093291510962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-love-batz-maru-r.html' title='Watch out Batz Maru'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116140061193988998</id><published>2006-10-20T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:10:47.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasteful Blone Joke, no really</title><content type='html'>'A blonde lady motorist was about two hours from the City when she was flagged down by a man whose truck had broken down. The man walked up to the car and asked, 'Are you going into Town?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure', answered the blonde, 'do you need a lift?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not for me. I'll be spending the next 3 hours fixing my truck. My problem is that I have two chimpanzees in the back, which need to be taken to Regent's Park Zoo. They're a bit stressed, and I don't want to keep them here with me until the truck is fixed. Could you possibly take them to the zoo for me ? I'll give you £100'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'd be happy to', said the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the two chimps got into the blonde's car, and off they went. Several hours later, the truck driver was driving along the Marylebone Road, when he noticed the blonde walking down the road holding hands with the two chimps. Horrified, he demanded to know what the blonde was doing, reminding her that he had given her £100 to take the chimps to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I know you did', said the blonde. 'But we had money left over, so now we're off to Madam Tussauds!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope did not like say like whatever, I'm going to the mall. Duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116140061193988998?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116140061193988998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116140061193988998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116140061193988998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116140061193988998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/tasteful-blone-joke-no-really.html' title='Tasteful Blone Joke, no really'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116112750012089140</id><published>2006-10-17T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:25:00.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>____ - a - doodle - doo</title><content type='html'>Totally random; someone at work, who will remain nameless for their own sanity, started an animal noise inquiry. There are lots of people from different countries and lots of languages spoken. So the question was raised, “what does a rooster noise sound like in any other language?” All of the women giggled when asked the question, and “chickened” out and said they don’t know. The English speaking people all said “cock-a-doodle-doo.” I know a little Bulgarian so my response was “coo-coo-ree-goo.” This is the same as it is in Russian and now I’m finding out it’s the same in Croatian. The Serbians didn’t know, but agreed to the Russian/Bulgarian. The Swiss say “ki-ki-ri-ki” and Egyptians say “coo-coo-coo-coo-cooo.” This is when the fly flew off the handle. All sorts of crazy animal noises could be heard. People were boasting  their best impersonation, or I should say imanimation. The range was astounding. It sounded like kindergarten, not a bunch of adults in an office building doing serious things. I asked if anyone could imitate a pheasant, which was a dud. No one knew what one sounded like. Then I asked about ants. People were like “what does an ant sound like?!” I replied “…” I wasn’t very popular. Whatever, I’m not bitter about it. Jerks :P. It was quite a relief and was definitely a tension breaker for the tedious task ahead of us all. Try it, but don’t get stuck being labeled for the one who started it. My horoscope did not say “pass ‘Moo’ and collect $200.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you removed transfat from the planet, the only people who would feel the difference are the people who sell the transfat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116112750012089140?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116112750012089140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116112750012089140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116112750012089140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116112750012089140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/doodle-doo.html' title='____ - a - doodle - doo'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116078805093534801</id><published>2006-10-13T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:07:30.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>girl</title><content type='html'>yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116078805093534801?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116078805093534801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116078805093534801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116078805093534801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116078805093534801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/girl.html' title='girl'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-116058052645920285</id><published>2006-10-11T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:03:22.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Canasians are strange</title><content type='html'>So I was in Montreal this weekend for the Black and Blue Festival. I was kind of psyched because I was in Canada. Well I should have understood that being 400 miles north of where I live, in October means really cold. Bobby and I went to our first circuit party together, the Leather Ball. We got decked out to the 9’s and walked to the event without our coats. Why didn’t we think that there was going to be a coat-check I’m not sure why not, I mean it was REALLY FRIGGIN’ COLD!! Anyhoo, we get there and there was a coat-check and it was free. (duh). Well it was like the Black Party: lots of scantily clad men bouncing around to tribal music. Not our cup of tea. Well, Kevin Aviance was scheduled to be on later so we thought it would be worth out 40$ (Canada) and to tough it out, besides did I mention it was COLD outside? During Kevin’s performance some guy was having major drug-induced convulsions. No one was doing a darn thing, I mentioned to Bobby that it’s a shame and I felt guilty. At this he stood up and said “we’re going to do something and tell security.” The boys were ever-so thankful and were from LA. Not exactly my idea of a great time, but it was an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night Bobby and I REALLY wanted Frittes Alore! Which is a Belgian french fries place. We get there and they only take cash, so we turn around to get some cash. The first ATM we went to didn’t like out American bank cards so we trekked 6 blocks back to an actual bank bank ATM.&lt;br /&gt;On the way a woman comes FLYING over to me (on foot, so she was running not flying… edit) and she was all like “Oh my gosh, I saw you over there and &lt;French&gt; &lt;French&gt; &lt;French&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t speak French,” so she quickly changes to English and it wasn’t much more comprehensive. We got that she was drunk, but then she was telling us about this club, blah blah blah, and that the girls don’t steal and they’re really gave good lap dances. ?! Huh?&lt;br /&gt;“Um, I’m gay.”&lt;br /&gt;She replies, “That’s ok cause I’m really gay too…” It was too much.&lt;br /&gt;I was flattered to be considered posh enough to be considered Canadian, or at least not a stupid American, however, I was a little concerned that I was mistaken for a str8 man. I’m WAY too fabulous for that. Hello? White leather jacket and hottt boyfriend? Get real girly.&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope did not have an English translation… Parlay voux Francais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-116058052645920285?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/116058052645920285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=116058052645920285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116058052645920285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/116058052645920285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-i-was-in-montreal-this-weekend-for.html' title='Those Canasians are strange'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115998165653921049</id><published>2006-10-04T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:03:55.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Feature</title><content type='html'>I don't have sound at work, but these at least &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;looked&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like it was fun: &lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5206257500748953004&amp;hl=en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3269352145417162533&amp;hl=en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115998165653921049?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115998165653921049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115998165653921049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115998165653921049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115998165653921049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-have-sound-at-work-but-these-at.html' title='Double Feature'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115971860763526530</id><published>2006-10-01T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:27:50.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test...</title><content type='html'>I was calling my friend Julie, since she is a hooker, er, I mean hooked a sista up with Verizon DSL. So I never got a bill, (hello?! like I should be complaining). I was like  free internet?! Reality Check; talking cat, yakking flower monster. Well, there was at least 10 phone calls between the 2 of us trying to get a hold of each other. I called at 5:30 and she was still at work. She called me around 6-ish, I was trying on a pair of chaps. So I even left her a message saying so, she called me back. Here’s the odd part: she replied as if she never heard what I said. This was a little intriguing. I was actually shocked, she didn't react. Hmm, maybe she didn't listen to the message. Anyhoo, we finally got a hold of each other, as it turns out I'm paying for the DSL automatically (darn). My voice mail was so good I just told her to listen to it, there was no way I'd be able to capture the moment, again. I haven't heard back from her, oops! My horoscope did not say speak yer mind, be upfront and honest, tell everyone that you are trying on a pair of chaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-o-o! Calling friends at &lt;a href="http://ourhouseinjersey.blogspot.com"&gt;BLOG.&lt;/a&gt; There's a wigit that translated normal English into PIRATE! This is so cool. ;) Ahoy thar beauty. How are ye today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115971860763526530?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115971860763526530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115971860763526530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115971860763526530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115971860763526530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-test.html' title='This is a test...'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115923588234335979</id><published>2006-09-25T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:04:32.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Pages</title><content type='html'>I need more pictures. Presto-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/1600/Montreal%2005%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/320/Montreal%2005%207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Kansas. Hee hee. Ok, it's from Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoomo-Flippo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/1600/IMG_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/320/IMG_0270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Kansas. Darn you're smart. This is from Sofia Bulgaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have TONS of pictures. Like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwwwapp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/1600/NYC%20Canal%20%40%20Bway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/320/NYC%20Canal%20%40%20Bway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun. Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115923588234335979?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115923588234335979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115923588234335979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115923588234335979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115923588234335979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-need-more-pictures.html' title='Picture Pages'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115919416492361633</id><published>2006-09-25T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:13:56.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegant and Luxuriuos, apply here</title><content type='html'>I went looking at a condo this weekend. Right next door to where I live as a matter of fact, so I didn’t really go that far out of my way. I was curious, as were Bobby and Deborah. They have been on sale, the condos, for quite some time. Every weekend they have an open house and we see all sorts of people come in. They are listed as “luxury condominiums” and are priced in the $300,000’s. We have seen how they have not been sold as were curious to see a “luxury” condo, since it was the building next door. I have to say that the doorway and entrance hall are super nice. We enter the elevator and entered the first place. Um, the word “luxury” had been misused. Mind you the place was nice, but for the amount of money that was being asked, it wasn’t worth it. The mere fact that the building that I live in which is next door to the place it a complete dump on the outside, decreased the value of these luxury condos immediately. The location is not exactly prime, while on the corner, it’s on the corner of crack whore and drunk. It’s not a bad neighborhood, I did get jumped and hit by a car, but it’s not all that bad. Anyway, the 3 of us were amazed at the multiple times things are misused, such as luxury, to jack up the price of some really decent apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness of the day: Dubai Meat Packers LLC, oh my, they DO exist!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, frogs are not a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii has a dry season April to October and a rainy season November to March. In recent years, however, even the rainy season has been very dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself laughing out of control after seeing this: &lt;a href="http://www.theansweris12.net/"&gt;http://www.theansweris12.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115919416492361633?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115919416492361633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115919416492361633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115919416492361633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115919416492361633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-looking-at-condo-this-weekend.html' title='Elegant and Luxuriuos, apply here'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115915415058851607</id><published>2006-09-24T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:06:46.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over Joe Isuzu</title><content type='html'>I'm so addicted to this horrible thing called Google videos. I can't stop looking for the most random things, well mostly car commercials. I found a really kick arse one: *Warning* cheesy 80's pop song &amp; crazy car dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3688185030664621355&amp;hl=en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;This is amazing because it's old, so there were no CGI or video touch ups. Sure there are times when the cars a hooked together, but the real thing is that there are people actually driving these cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the Isuzu Gemini is what the Geo Storm was in the States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115915415058851607?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115915415058851607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115915415058851607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115915415058851607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115915415058851607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-addicted-to-this-horrible-thing.html' title='Move over Joe Isuzu'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115913422950687408</id><published>2006-09-24T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:07:27.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from a Wise Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Borislav's Utterings: No, Bobby doesn't have utters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start a list inspired by a &lt;a href="http://ourhouseinjersey.blogspot.com"&gt;friend's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's gayest quotes: -so far there is only one that we can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Clint Eastwood is so dreamy." - referencing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sergio Leone's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Fistful Of Dollars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/2005-01-13/movie_repfeature-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/2005-01-13/movie_repfeature-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there is a second!&lt;br /&gt;2) I like the "glitz" lyrics from Miss Kittin's Madame Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody wants to be Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;The fame, the vanity, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the glitz&lt;/span&gt;, the stories&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll become a great big star&lt;br /&gt;You know, like the Big Dipper&lt;br /&gt;and maybe one day you can visit my condo&lt;br /&gt;On a big hill you know, like 9 0 2 1 0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/1600/Vanity%20Smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/320/Vanity%20Smurf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Smurf is so, vain. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115913422950687408?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115913422950687408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115913422950687408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115913422950687408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115913422950687408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/borislavs-utterings-no-bobby-doesnt.html' title='Words from a Wise Man'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115912046741249522</id><published>2006-09-24T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:36:32.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Dance</title><content type='html'>One of my good friends showed me this music video. I though it was unbelievable what technology has come to. I was really moved by this and felt I had to share it: &lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8223345204154152777&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Google video found this and removed it as part of their copy write thing. Damn! it was a really great video. Too bad everyone has to want a piece of the cake. I wasn't selling it or using it to try and get anything from it other than to show my appreciation of it. This is one reason why not to sell out to corporations. I know it was for 1.2 billion dollars, but I would have kept it. I say this because no huge company has offered to gobble me up and pay me an obscene amount of money. It's too bad that thing seemed to be working then and they had to "fix" them to meet someone else's standards which totally misses what the original point of it was. I guess it's like relationships, you are always trying to compromise and sometimes you loose sight of things that are good in pursuit of something you think is going to be better and you end up making it worse. Your intentions are good, but it gets all mucked up in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115912046741249522?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115912046741249522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115912046741249522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115912046741249522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115912046741249522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-of-my-good-friends-showed-me-this.html' title='Robot Dance'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115912016469825096</id><published>2006-09-24T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:09:06.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars, cars, and more cars!</title><content type='html'>I am really into cars. I know for some that may be a difficult to believe. A gay man who likes cars? I don't just like cars, I like working on cars. We're not talking having a cute little vase with a flower or doilie head rest covers, (sure it's cleaner than any other car I've been in...) I'm suping them up and making them rally cars. Witness exhibit A, my 1998 Subaru Impreza Outback Sport wagon -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/1600/1998%20Imp%20Out.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/413/2004/320/1998%20Imp%20Out.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my Dad of all people sent me this car ad and I thought it was amazing. It's also, well I don't want to spoil it, see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-1354917450104126126&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115912016469825096?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115912016469825096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115912016469825096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115912016469825096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115912016469825096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-really-into-cars.html' title='Cars, cars, and more cars!'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115911588712793347</id><published>2006-09-24T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:10:10.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PS# vs. Wii - the real deal</title><content type='html'>So, I'm debating over which new game system to get. I came across this ad and almost wet myself. For those who are not video game or net savvy, this is a parody of the PC vs. Mac commercial. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2964751562925463883&amp;hl=en" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Which system do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115911588712793347?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115911588712793347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115911588712793347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115911588712793347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115911588712793347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/ps3-vs-wii-apple-style.html' title='PS# vs. Wii - the real deal'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34952408.post-115911594224177677</id><published>2006-09-24T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:02:58.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look both ways before crossing the street</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here in Jersey City getting myself some coffee. I can't hear myself think 'cause of all ambulances, fire trucks, police cars, and car alarms. Oh yeah, I forgot that Jersey City is rather large and there are other people that like here. It just seems a bit excessive, it wasn't always like this. I guess people are just dumber and have more accidents. I blame the cell phone, but I'm not going to get political about it. Blondes get blamed for not bring able to walk and chew gum, I say everyday people can't do anything but talk on their darn cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was walking to get coffee. There is a crosswalk just outside of the apartment with no stop sign, but there is a cross walk. You have to be careful, cause drivers know that there is no stop for them and they take full advantage of going thru it at record speeds just to go another 30 feet to where there IS a stop sign. So I continue and I'm crossing the road at another crosswalk where there is a stop sign for cars. I look both ways and continue. Halfway there I feel something rubbing against my foot and something hitting me in the side. Nothing insane, and I see a car hood emerge from my right side and I think to myself 'I'm spawning a car.' I'm not hurt at all, thank goodness, and I turn to the car and was in shock to hear what the driver said, "Oh, sorry I didn't see you." Um, I was in the middle of the road?! What do you see?? I was a little psyched to hear the bystanders in the background yelling, "Hey jerk! You had a stop sign!!" I'm sure you are all like 'um what is the relevance?' - well I was talking to my boyfriend who just said that he wanted to get hit by a car so that he could be rich. I was disagreeing and saying that it wouldn't be any fun since you'd be bed ridden and in 3 pieces. That's when I got hit. A bicycle hit me last week, I'm afraid to see what is next. My horoscope did not say anything witty like: duck, watch out, timber, fore, incoming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34952408-115911594224177677?l=battlewagon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/feeds/115911594224177677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34952408&amp;postID=115911594224177677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115911594224177677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34952408/posts/default/115911594224177677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlewagon.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-im-sitting-here-in-jersey-city.html' title='Look both ways before crossing the street'/><author><name>Brian Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818864398566137383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/brian.ketcham/RY8Nq6e78NI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vm58VAUYU8A/BK.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
