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    <title>In My Car</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T06:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T06:10:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Magazine one:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Godspeed You Black Emperor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yanqui U.X.O.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best post-rock out there.  Well, some of the best.  This isn't their best record (which is &lt;i&gt;Lft Yr Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven&lt;/i&gt;) but it's DAMN good.  Best track: "rockets fall on Rocket Falls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hail to the Thief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people dumped on this record because it really wasn't anything.  Don't know why.  There is some strong songwritting on here.  If anything, Radiohead's sins on this record seems to be (at least telling from their b-sides for this record) that they are ready to move off further on the beaten track but don't quite have the material yet.  Best track: "Sit Down. Stand Up.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sonic Youth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daydream Nation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said.  Best track: "Teenage Riot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interiors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Smith should have become famous with one of his 10,000 bands (some are Satchel, Brad, Pidgeonhed, Twilight Singers...), he always makes great records with whatever band.  The highlight of "his" career is, in my opinion, Satchel's EDC album, but I haven't listened to Brad's second (and far more accomplished) second record in awhile.  Best song: "Lift".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'd Prefer An Astronaut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some mid-90s alternacrunch.  It's not &lt;i&gt;Donward is Heavenward&lt;/i&gt; but it's pretty good.  Best track: predictably: "Stars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neil Young&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mirrorball&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last great Neil Young record.  Remember his great stuff in the early 90s?  Best track: "I'm The Ocean".&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magazine two:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fire Theft&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Fire Theft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as much of a Sunny Day Real Estate record as &lt;i&gt;How It Feels To Be Something On&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;The Rising Tide&lt;/i&gt;.  Some fantastic material on here, twisted with a mid-80s-prog-cock-rock edge.  It's odd.  Best Track: "Sinatra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Afghan Whigs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Black Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album was recorded in Redmond/Woodinville and is one of the best rock records of the 1990s.  Afghan Whigs played my most favoritist concert I ever saw, at the Showbox, supporting this record.  Magic.  Best Track: "Blame, Etc.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disintegration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just starting my Cure exploration. Best Track: can I be more predictable?  "Pictures of You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manic Street Preachers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Know Your Enemy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a Manics kick lately.  Here in the US, nobody knows about them so it is still cool to like them!  Not their best record but far from their worst.  Best Track: "Dead Martyrs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike Watt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ball-hog or Tugboat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's cool, and Watt is amazing.  Best song: "Big Train".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Factory Showroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is some fantastic stuff on this record even though it's not their best.  Best Track: "I Can Hear You".&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>RAWR</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T07:21:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T07:23:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw a couple good/great/masterful films this weekend; let me expand upon them here (since I haven't written a real review in months it seems):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well go alphabetical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 Grams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first word that popped into my mind when I figured out how this story was going to be told was "gimmick".  And that's gimmick in the bad sense.  While films like Memento and even the later reviewed Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind use their stories to fuel a particularly non-linear way of story telling, 21 Grams just seems to do it for the sake of doing it.  If you haven't seen it, imagine that your DVD player had a "random" button like on your CD player, and imagine that every scene in a movie was a potential chapter stop, now put the DVD on random and watch the fun unfold. Indeed, it makes the story interesting to watch, but in the long run cheapens its impact a little bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the bad... and I am overstating, the story becomes slightly more linear as you approach the climax of the film, and there is even a few scenes that are meant to throw off the viewer (such as the seemingly 10,000 deaths of Sean Penn's character in the film).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good is that the performances all around are universally very good.  Benicio Del Toro is once again utterly amazing as a man who has completely, utterly thrown himself into religion with the hopes of atoning for his past sins.  Melissa Leo plays Del Toro's wife in the film, a quiet heartbreaking counterbalance to what her husband is becoming throughout the film.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Penn and Charlotte Gainsbourg are also great as the off-again-on-again couple brought together, torn apart, then brought together then torn apart AGAIN by Sean Penn's debilitating heart condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi Watts is good to decent as a woman who basically (but fairly understandably) cries for the length of the film, non-stop.  And when she's not crying she's doing x or snorting coke.  If there is a flaw in the movie, it is the underdevelopment of her character.  Yes we understand she was a party girl and all but the drugs and liquor and fucking strange men just pushed it to the limit of how much I could take in this particular film.  Sometimes keeping it subtle is the key to making this kind of film work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general the story was well fleshed out, but not particularly the most interesting thing about it.  If it had been presented linearly, nobody would really care about it, and again, since the story didn't really call for something non-linear, then it seems like a gimmick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect story here would have been one about Benicio Del Toro's journey through his faith and his family's misadventures with the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not a bad film, but it just didn't hit me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: B.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought that one of the romantic movies I've ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...would be conceived by Charlie Kaufman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the guy who wrote Being John Malcovich, Adaptation, and Confessions of a Dangerous Mind.  All rather cynical films, I may add.  Well, he did, and maybe that's why Eternal Sunshine hits the mark so well.  Because it's like the merger of a really smart indie film and a sappy meaningful romance all in one glorious semi-counterculture package with A-list stars who give career defining performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what you may have heard, nobody should have any trouble following this movie.  Jim Carrey stars as Joel, who recently got dumped by his soul-mate, Clementine, played by Kate Winslett.  Get it out of your head now, you will not recognize Jim Carrey in this performance, he is transcendent.  ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pseudo-revenge the two both get their memories of each other erased through some revolutionary procedure which allows the technicians at Lacuna, Inc. (Tom Wilkenson, Mark Ruffalo, Elijah Wood, and Kristen Dunst) to track down their emotional memories of the opposite party and erase the memories of the person from their minds.  The rest of the movie mostly takes place inside Joel's mind as he decides midway through the process that he would rather live through the unfortunate breakup with his memories intact than suffer losing the precious moments that Lacuna is erasing.  The problem is, he can't wake up to tell them this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that hit me about this movie was a reminder that life is lived in the margins.  The reason why we wake up every day is to experience the world with each new breath and while it never works out the way we wanted to it's those brief moments of hope, love, fun, that get us through every day and are worth exploring even though we know that eventually we will someday be gone and this will all be wiped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything more and give it away.  Acting, visually, story, script, cinematography, even the fricken trailer and posters, everything that went into this movie is completely perfect.  It is a masterpiece from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grave of the Fireflies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my readings about this film, many have jumped to the conclusion that Grave of the Fireflies as the ultimate anti-war movie, mostly due to the tragic nature of what happens to young kids exposed to this kind of conflict, but that seems a rather simplistic and easy label for a film who's primary character who is far from being "blameless" enough to across such a message.  Grave of the Fireflies seems to comment on the mistakes and misfortune of war that took place in nearly every country exposed to the conflict in every town, city and hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the way the train depot men brush away the young dead men.  Witness Seita and Setsuko's poverty stricken bunker that is right across the river from the swankiest abode in town.  Grave takes no extreme measure to lay the blame of the state of the world on any one person's shoulders.  Its primary statement seems to be, that sometimes, some people get more than they can handle in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too easy, and lazy to view everyone around Setia and Setsuko as aggressors, including his Aunt who granted, is tactless, has some logic to her thinking that Seita is only hindering his sister's progress by not contributing to something to his, or her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, Setia's way of coping seems to be escaping into the fatherly role he's developed for his sister, although his youth and pride seem to prevent him from making any logical conclusions about their situation until it is far too late.  He has access to the money (supposedly lots of it) to feed his sister throughout the story, yet he still doesn't realize the situation is as dire as it.  He doesn't retreat to his aunt's house when he is advised and has the opportunity.  Both Seita and Setsuko seem resigned to this psudo-suicide outside the system, practically "playing ouse", as blame for their situation drifts away and the tragedy of what's unfolding begins to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I take a lot of comfort in the fact that Grave isn't simplistic, it isn't sappy, and it's real.  People die all the time because bad things happen and they make bad decisions in life.  It's not something that's new, and it effects everyone, including children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: A-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In This World&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In This World is the story of Afghan refugees in search of a better life, a struggle shared by (according to this film) nearly 14 million people, 1 million of which who reside in the area of Afghanistan which is the focus of this film, Peshawar.  We follow young Jamal and Enayat through Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran, Turkey, up through Europe, hoping to reach their final destination, London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told through shaky, sometimes scratchy and jumpy digital video, the film gives the feeling of a documentary (it is not) and captures the sometimes frightening nature of the journey, such as a midnight trip through the mountains to get to Turkey and a harrowing journey in a ship container on the way to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a "travelogue", if one can be that cynical, it shows a sometimes beautiful side of Iran, Pakistan, Afghanistan, that is rarely represented in the media (because, well, that's not where the bad guys are usually). The score, a mixture of traditional ethnic music (depending on the area), and more common strings, drives the film during the endless amounts of shots of trucks and jeeps and cars and boats and, etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In This World has many things that would normally make a great masterpiece.  Worthy, socially relavant and extremely important subject matter, told in an interesting way, with great cinematography, fantastic score and invisible "acting" (I don't even know if it was acting, or just kind of like a recreation).  The problem is it comes across as a kind of an odd kind of Western guilt trip.  Instead of letting the story tell itself, the narrator starts off the piece by laying on the guilt pretty thick.  A film that should be apolitical and emotional automatically starts off on the wrong foot.  Surprisingly, the narration is used only twice, then disappears completely.  Maybe someone agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the motivations behind the particular individuals involved in this trip is really never fleshed out, they remain passive and unemotional, and one becomes more drawn into the situations in a general sense of interest rather than how they specifically related to the characters on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade: B+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title>
    <published>2004-03-20T04:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-20T04:33:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just... wow.</content>
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    <title>Judas O'Reiliey</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T06:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T06:33:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005QD5U/qid=1079676648/sr=1-4/ref=sr_1_4/103-4484068-2443851?v=glance&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;hey kids rock and roll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;ooh, my soul&lt;br /&gt;hey kids it's no use&lt;br /&gt;sleep in&lt;br /&gt;lost out&lt;br /&gt;summertime blues&lt;br /&gt;jump up and die in your blue suede shoes&lt;br /&gt;hey kids rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;which is the way that's clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking for that blue jean baby queen&lt;br /&gt;prettiest girl i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;see her die on my movie screens&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey kids rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;ooh my soul&lt;br /&gt;hey kids it's no use&lt;br /&gt;dreaming&lt;br /&gt;lost out&lt;br /&gt;fucked out&lt;br /&gt;shut out&lt;br /&gt;cracked out&lt;br /&gt;hey kids rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;which is the way that's clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still looking for that blue jean baby queen&lt;br /&gt;prettiest girl i've never seen&lt;br /&gt;see her die on my movie screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cradle will rock&lt;br /&gt;yes the cradle&lt;br /&gt;the cradle will rock&lt;br /&gt;i said rock on&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants some&lt;br /&gt;i want some too&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants some&lt;br /&gt;hey how 'bout you?&lt;br /&gt;i said rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey kids&lt;br /&gt;rock and roll gonna rock on&lt;br /&gt;rock on&lt;br /&gt;cool your soul&lt;br /&gt;hey kids rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;gonna rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock on</content>
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    <title>Nothing is sometimes a great thing.</title>
    <published>2004-03-15T05:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-15T05:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have spent the entire weekend doing nothing.  Some would say I have done even LESS than nothing, that I have not only been non-productive, that I have been anti-productive.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I try to impress on the people around me, my bosses in particular, that if you schedual me to work (and the schedual is fair, and pre-arranged) I will work for you happily and without complaint during that time period.  I will work overtime if needed (and able), but once I get into that weekend/day-off mindset, it is virtually impossible for me to concieve of participating in any sort of work situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This policy has it's downside.  My dad is trying to get some business cards for his business out of me, and while they are nearly complete, they aren't, and getting me up and able to actually build them is next to impossible.  I have been known to get irrationally upset at people who try to get that extra work out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my anti-productive weekend, I have not even been productive enough to watch any great movies.  All I've seen this weekend has been crap, or things I've already seen 10000 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this said, i'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow, hopefully I'll have a good night of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramble, ramble, ramble.</content>
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    <title>He is our hero.</title>
    <published>2004-03-13T22:09:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-15T05:33:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This week started out decent but ended in sickness and death. Well not death. On Thursday I got the death-stomache-flu-cramps that forced me to miss a day of work and spend the rest of the day medicating myself into a sleep-induced oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really wasn't. Trying to pump myself full of liquid H20 as quickly as I could so my legs would stop Charlie-horsing (something that I can still feel now) and trying to inject some vitamins into my poor malnourished self was rather difficult, and until last night... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that yesterday I partook in McDonalds twice. The first time that I had eaten "fast food" in a couple weeks. As unhealthy as I am, I actually don't eat really, really bad stuff, I just don't eat a lot of really, really good stuff to counterbalance it, and I have REALLY curved my fast food eating, but the 1- 2 punch of McDonalds (one trip mutually decided by me and my work-buddy Nicole as a good compromise for lunch and the one chosen by my mother without my knowledge) just floored me last night. It had me up until 5 am Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it is Saturday afternoon, and I already feel like I have wasted the day away. I wanted to go to the theater today but the remnants of my sickness just won't allow me to get motivated enough to leave the house for more than 5-10 minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to Blockbuster to rent The Missing, and ended up purchasing a used copy of David Cronenburg's Spider, a film which I had rented twice and never had the opportunity to sit down and watch. I figured, "why waste another $4.99 on a rental, just buy it for $9.99 and watch it at my leisure". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm tinged with guilt for spending like $15 at Blockbuster. I don't know why. I have a job, it doesn't pay insane amounts of money but it's enough to get by, and all I spent money on in the last two weeks that wasn't food was the Schindler's List * DVD. $40 for non-food/bills in the last two weeks and I'm freaking out? Egads! What's wrong with me! God knows how much trouble I would be in if I had a girlfriend to entertain or friends who invited me out once in awhile (or, if I would actually go out in my anti-social state).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to spend $15 on dinner (yikes!) or maybe $10 on a movie, or $20 bucks on a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* speaking of Schindler's List. If you have not bought it yet, you really need to. Not the most "special" Special Edition ever to be released to tell you the truth but it's amazing to see this film (which I hadn't seen in oh... 8 years?) restored to this beauty. It looks like a dated 50s film and it looks absolutely perfect. The scene where Ralph Finnes' character takes the Jewish hinge maker outside and tries to shoot him is still absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, you know you want it bitches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.andaroo.com/narcissism/images/lotr.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.council-of-elrond.com/"&gt;Council of Elrond&lt;/a&gt; for the image)</content>
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    <title>Sick.</title>
    <published>2004-03-11T14:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-11T14:43:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel sick today, not the sickness in the head that my readership has grown accustomed to, but sick in the way that if I open my mouth I will dry heave the contents of my stomache all over the table.  This is not a good kind of sickness when you are a receptionist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go take my temperature downstairs, if it's anything above normal, I'm calling in.</content>
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    <title>Paths remaining in the subject's life.</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T05:42:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-10T05:46:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. &lt;b&gt;Working up the ranks.&lt;/b&gt; The subjects a receptionist until the next thing comes along, either at his current company or not.  The "next thing" hopefully develops into something larger.  Subject pays off his bills in 5 to 6 years, Subject move out in maybe 3 years and gets a roommate whom subject doesnt know, and remain unhappy the rest of his short life.  Subject doesn't take his medication and speed up the process of getting heart attack/diabeties/blood pressure, whatever.  Subject dies in my mid 30s or 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Suicide&lt;/b&gt;.  Romantic, like a Cure song.  Subject continues to slip into oblivion until subject finally succumbs.  How subject would accomplish this do it, he don't know.  Lingering issues would be issues with personal religious policies (as he is not atheist) and lingering issues with existing friendships and family relations which apparently are frayed now to begin with.  Will be missed by some, but won't destroy anybody.  Subject dies in my late 20s or early 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;The "Pull Together"&lt;/b&gt;. Subject suffers with one (or two jobs) with the goal of going further into debt to find college money, and attend college, even though subject has a passion for absolutely nothing.  Subject suffer through and spend the rest of my waking natural life trying to pay off college bills.  Chances are, subject still ends up doing menial labor.  In this senario, subject might take his medication, and he might go to the doctor, and he might "get fit".  May live into his 50s or 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of these senarios, the subject finds no significant other.  Self-absorbsion mixed with self-hatred remains high until the subject's demise.  Subject, in the end, achieves nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject is gonna have to make a choice soon, and subject is equally afraid of all three choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject wishes that someone would take the decision away from him.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>T3H INTARWEB I5 AEWESEOME!!1!!</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T05:06:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-10T05:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Goatse.cx IS the internet...everything else is just porn..."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Everytime you hear a bell, someone is goatse'd. Those bells are now silenced. LET FREEDOM RING!"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Excellent website! Super fast payment! Would look again! A++++++++++++++"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"they should put goatse on dvd! OR EVEN A GOATSE MOVIE! Goatse - The Movie, 10x the goatse, 10x the goodness"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Goatse is like the stranger who picks up little boys in his car: exciting and dangerous"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"(_o_)"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Goatse is an embodiment of the best and worst of the internet. Nothing is worse than being tricked into going there, and nothing is better than tricking someone into going there. It served a valuable purpose: to drive home the message that, on the internet, one must be very careful who one trusts, and where one does and doesn't got, but without the potential dangers of viruses or popups. To take the site down is to deny humanity not only of a valuable resource, but of a part of our collective history. People the world over have been fooled by Goatse, and to tear it down is to tear away the sense of community it gives."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"do you know how to keep an idiot in suspence? well i´l tell you later"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"! ! freedom "&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"the internet has died a little since the passing of www.goatse.cx"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Goatse is my hero! I have spent years modelling myself on him, only to find out that..."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"NO longer will we be able to trick unsuspecting noobs into viewing some old mans anus."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"This aggression will not stand. Anyone who messes with goatse is entering a world of pain... a WORLD OF PAIN."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"I have a feevah, and the only prescription, is more Goatse!"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"HOW DARE YOU TAKE AWAY MY LASER STRIKE TEAMS MASCOT! GOATSE UNITED WILL LIVE ON FOREVER."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;"Goatse is important to all humankind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free comedy via the Intarweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Goatse/petition.html"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/Goatse/petition.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:an_da_roo:19654</id>
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    <title>There is a strange conflict afoot.</title>
    <published>2004-03-05T15:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-05T15:08:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's a conflict here because a journal is supposed to be open, but the problem is, I can't be completely open.  I can drop vauge hints about what is happening with my jobs and what my future entails, but I can't at the risk of maybe jeopardizing that job.  Not that I'm going to out the company or intentially try to hurt it or anything, but when I have a bad day, I really can't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather upsetting.  I can express my frustration to the few I know who will listen, but posting here?  What if a perspective employer reads this somehow?  What if my current employers read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a separation, but I can't find that balance yet.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Red in the face</title>
    <published>2004-03-05T05:38:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-05T05:38:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not embarrassment, anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three days of trying desperately to get my desktop computer online, I have put it in the closet for the weekend, you see, I'm so frustrated now that looking at the machine pissed me off.  I need a weekend without it.  Maybe I can find some more clarity next weekend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little vacation.  Until then, at least the Laptop works (for now).</content>
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    <title>Back to Zero.</title>
    <published>2004-03-04T02:47:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-04T02:47:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This wireless networking stuff really sucks.  Not that I want to spend 2+ hours on technical support trying to figure out why shit-that's-supposed-to-work doesn't.  Troubleshooting included taking everything back to mere factory settings and rebuilding from there.  My desktop machine still will not cooperate, while my mother's laptop seems to be made of steel, acting just how it should.  I'm completely lost. My settings on my home computer are virtually the same as my laptop at the moment, yet it doesn't register as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY me?</content>
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    <title>Net[doesn't]work</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T01:31:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T01:31:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been having a tissy over the last few hours (days really) because my dear old Wireless LAN is not working.  It seems that the mighty Quest DSL modem is not purging IPs like it should when we log off, so I'm getting cyclicle messages telling me that my IP Address is not authorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the sun, I tell ya.  I have an army of networking gurus coming over tomorrow, maybe I can fix it completely then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm afraid to turn off my computers.  They are both working, after hours of slaving over the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's perma-fixed now?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:an_da_roo:18676</id>
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    <title>Prone to Injury.</title>
    <published>2004-02-27T04:37:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-27T04:37:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It has been awhile since I have written to any journal, in the meantime I have been prone to injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest had been when I broke my finger the week after moving.  The finger (the ringfinger on my right hand) still hurts when I touch it, and is bent outward at the tip.  A perminent injury perhaps, one that will forever be part of the landscape of my hand.  It is sitll a little difficult to make a fist, but I suppose the muscles will learn eventually.  At least it is easier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have more cuts and scrapes on me from moving and just moving about that I can remember, scratches and cuts up and down my leg from where I ran into corners or the sharpish corner of my metal bedframe, the later causing me to spend half an evening trying to figure out how the movers put my bed together, and then basically rebuilding it.  My knees still hurt from banging them against the cabinets at work, something that I am now making into a sort of Olympic sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to wonder if I have had a truly clumsy last few weeks or if this is just something that comes with age... that those little nicks and scabs seem to hurt a little more take take a few more hit points away each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just being sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just watch where I'm going.</content>
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    <title>Back</title>
    <published>2004-02-02T02:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-02T02:19:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.andaroo.com/narcissism/"&gt;www.andaroo.com/narcissism/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My livejournal account ran out, won't renew it.  So c'est la vie, back to my old site.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:an_da_roo:17998</id>
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    <title>The Friends and Enemies of Modern Music</title>
    <published>2004-02-01T07:07:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-01T07:07:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.smashing-pumpkins.com/"&gt;the last chance to make believe&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;br /&gt;in always and all it seems / &lt;br /&gt;train wrecks hide underneath your umbrella /&lt;br /&gt;set the frame destiny / &lt;br /&gt;on this first name soliloquy /&lt;br /&gt;tired symphonies play downward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billy-corgan.com/downloads/mp3/machina2/index.php"&gt;let me give the world to you&lt;/a&gt; my love /&lt;br /&gt;let me show you what i'm thinking of /&lt;br /&gt;let me give the world to you my love /&lt;br /&gt;so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovers form dead excuse / &lt;br /&gt;and blur the line with soul abuse /&lt;br /&gt;my lonesome lines just have no use around here /&lt;br /&gt;new skin may hold you in /&lt;br /&gt;but the new skin still turns us on /&lt;br /&gt;flicker fades /&lt;br /&gt;the nitrate dawn to wear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give the world to you my love /&lt;br /&gt;let me show you what i'm thinking of / &lt;br /&gt;times are hard and we're the last in line /&lt;br /&gt;'cause in my grief i'd forgotten what was mine /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i wouldn't change a thing /&lt;br /&gt;no i wouldn't change a thing about the way you are /&lt;br /&gt;the distance here /&lt;br /&gt;the speed so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give the world to you my love /&lt;br /&gt;let me give the world to you /&lt;br /&gt;let me give the world to you my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>If I picked the winners...</title>
    <published>2004-01-28T03:52:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-28T03:52:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.oscars.com/nominees/nomineelist.html"&gt;http://www.oscars.com/nominees/nomineelist.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Actor in a Leading Role:&lt;/b&gt; Bill Murray, &lt;i&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role:&lt;/b&gt; Tim Robbins, &lt;i&gt;Mystic River&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Actress in a Leading Role:&lt;/b&gt; Keisha Castle-Hughes, &lt;i&gt;Whale Rider&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role:&lt;/b&gt; [haven't seen enough of the nominees]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Animated Feature Film:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Art Direction:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cinematography:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Costume Design:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Directing:&lt;/b&gt; Peter Jackson, &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Documentary Feature:&lt;/b&gt; [haven't seen enough of the nominees]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Documentary Short Subject:&lt;/b&gt; [haven't seen enough of the nominees]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Film Editing:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;City of God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Foreign Language Film:&lt;/b&gt; [haven't seen enough of the nominees]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Makeup:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Music (Score):&lt;/b&gt; Howard Shore, &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Music (Song):&lt;/b&gt; "A Kiss at the End of the Rainbow", &lt;i&gt;A Mighty Wind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Best Picture:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Short Film (Animated):&lt;/b&gt; [haven't seen enough of the nominees]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sound:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sound Editing:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Visual Effects:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Writing (Adapted Screenplay):&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;American Splendor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Writing (Origional Screenplay):&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;In America&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>V-6</title>
    <published>2004-01-25T18:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-25T18:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've watched a few &lt;a href="http://www.andaroo.com/bs/movies/"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; this weekend, which I will likely write about a little later.  You &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to see Open Range if you haven't.  Katherine is coming over tonight and we're going to watch the Golden Globe Awards to see if they can &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; recognize Peter Jackson and Lord of the Rings for what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, however, has been consumed by the obsession with cars.  I drove a few on Saturday, including the Jeep Liberty and the new 2004 VW Bug.  Suffice it to say, I liked both, but both are different cars and offer different options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’m quite ready to jump into another SUV with really middle-average gas tank.  I don’t know if I want to have a car as big as a sedan anymore (although, honestly, the Jeep Liberty is like a car, just taller).  It’s not a huge car, but I shied away from SUVs before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did drive a 2004 VW Bug and I absolutely love it.  I’m a pretty big guy, and I was amazed how well I fit into one of those things.  It was gunmetal grey and just beautiful.  Unfortunately the guy at VW, the guy who my family has bought like 3 cars through, was a complete ass for reasons we can’t figure out.  It is like I wasn’t being taken seriously as a customer.  Insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am quickly approaching the 60,000 miliage on my lease, so at this point, it’s just deciding how good the lease payments can be put together, if they can get me out of my Honda, and if I can keep from spending a lot of money, which I don’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see.</content>
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    <title>Spartacus.</title>
    <published>2004-01-22T03:05:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-22T03:06:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The &lt;i&gt;OTHER&lt;/i&gt; gladiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.andaroo.com/bs/movies/1960/spartacus.asp"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>These dreams go on when I close my eyes.</title>
    <published>2004-01-21T15:19:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-21T15:19:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been having extremely obtuse dreams lately.  I am not one who follows the idea that dreams are your subconscious trying to reveal itself, another popular yet unproven bit of psychological mysticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, I dreamed I was stuck in a Chinese city and hired by the Chinese government for some purpose which never revealed itself.  I had to meet two beautiful Japanese girls (yes, Japanese girls) in a Chinese restaurant in Hong Kong.  The food was good.  All they told me was that I needed to make it, alone, to Shanghai.  For what purpose I do not know, I figured I was some sort of super-secret-assassin-spy.  While going near a train station, I noticed one of the employees from my place of work was there with my family; he was also on the train to Shanghai, making me wonder if he was the one I was to meet with or eliminate.  Instead I retreated to a bazaar, where I shopped until I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my primary dream was one were my dad was on a job interview, and had brought my entire family along for the ride.  The interviewer seemed to be some sort of mega-CEO.  I think the company was CNN but I’m not sure.  Anyway, he took us around the world and visited some really weird monuments, and we had a car race in a bunch of different types of vehicles.  All I remember was that as the "interview" went on, the talk became more cultish and more frightening.  When finally we were walking away (my dad was NOT going to take the job at that point) the man threatened my little brother (we were obviously younger than we would be now).  Dream ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last dream I had last night involved a party that I was at that had a mixture of work and personal friends.  It must have been the Fourth of July, as we were trying to set off fireworks.  When the building management stopped us (we were in some sort of apartment complex) and evicted us, it made us angry.  Then this person personally insulted Jeremy and he started to cry, so all I know is I ran after this guy, and chased him across a few streets.  When I finally reached him, I let him hit me first (even in my dreams I was worried about it looking like an assault!) and then I proceeded to beat him into the ground.  Dream ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, "obtuse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second of the night / I live another life.</content>
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    <title>Sleepytime.</title>
    <published>2004-01-20T14:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-20T14:53:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know you are sleepy when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you are in a crowded Hong Kong marketplace and you hear your alarm go off.  You try for 2 minutes to push the correct button to turn off the alarm, only to look up at your surroundings and remind yourself that you are in truth, dreaming.  Then the disappointment of realizing this and subsequently waking up.  Traveling half-way around the world, to my bed, in under 10 seconds.</content>
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    <title>Mies vailla menneisyyttä.</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T18:19:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-20T15:07:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Imagine being struck from behind in a park, waking up, in a hospital with no idea where, who or what you are.  Your identification is gone, a symptom of being beaten and robbed to near death in the park.  What would you do?  Where would you start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.andaroo.com/bs/movies/2002/manwithoutpast.asp"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Clean Sweep, Part I: SCORE!</title>
    <published>2004-01-17T22:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-17T22:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We are moving in a little less than 3 weeks so we are continuing to go through and purge all of our stuff that we would have to move anyway.  We will not have endless storage like we did before, and a lot of stuff has to be moved out and moved to a better place.  Like sales or trash.  So today, I took my 150+ DVDs and pulled out 25 that didn't need to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 criteria for me purging a DVD from my "collection" **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Is it still a movie I like or have watched in the last year?  Thirteen Days... good movie.  Out of here.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Is it a duplicate?  Armageddon I got a Criterion upgrade, so don't need that one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Is it anamorphic? Will it work with my new 16x9 television.  Bye bye old Star Trek movies, I'll buy the special editions, eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much all my non-anamorphic DVDs are gone, my only exception was Seven Samurai and Brazil, as some of the early Criterion films are not anamorphic.  This means I, unfortunately lost The Hunt for Red October (which I will rebuy and get the newer Special Edition one, which IS anamorphic) and Grosse Pointe Blank, which is not anamporphic, and something I hadn't watched in awhile, even though it is a pretty great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforuntately they had so many copies of Spider-Man, Ronin and The Blair Witch Project that they didn't buy mine back.  The biggest thing I sold back?  X-Files Season One DVD.  I don't think I ever even watched it all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I get back for all of this?  $230 of store credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I buy with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Fellini's 8 1/2 - Criterion Collection! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Kubricks' Sparticus - Criterion Collection! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; West Side Story - DVD Collector's Set! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Scorsese's Taxi Driver! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Skjoldbjaerg's Insomnia - Criteron Collection! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Boyle's 28 Days Later &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am very happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;font size="1"&gt;Collection is such a bad word.  I don't "collect" DVDs, I just happen to have a lot because I could never, ever rent at the time.  It hasn't been an issue lately, because I have moved to rental now that the stores are so much better.  I am not a collector!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Winnowing".</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T06:33:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-20T15:07:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=winnowing"&gt;win-now&lt;/a&gt;   ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (wn)&lt;br /&gt;v. win-nowed, win-now-ing, win-nows &lt;br /&gt;v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To separate the chaff from (grain) by means of a current of air. &lt;br /&gt;To rid of undesirable parts. &lt;br /&gt;To blow (chaff) off or away. &lt;br /&gt;To blow away; scatter. &lt;br /&gt;To blow on; fan: a breeze winnowing the tall grass. &lt;br /&gt;To examine closely in order to separate the good from the bad; sift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To separate or get rid of (an undesirable part); eliminate: winnowing out the errors in logic. &lt;br /&gt;To sort or select (a desirable part); extract. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. intr.&lt;br /&gt;To separate grain from chaff. &lt;br /&gt;To separate the good from the bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n. &lt;br /&gt;A device for winnowing grain. &lt;br /&gt;An act of winnowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, people in &lt;b&gt;Iowa&lt;/b&gt; are deciding who and who does not run for President.  Yes, the people of Iowa are &lt;b&gt;deciding&lt;/b&gt; which canidates stay in and out of the race, who gets the TV appearances, who gets the money.  Limiting canidates down to 1 or 2.  Winnowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that we, as citizens, don't ever really elect the president directly, I just wanted to remind the politically active, those motivated to pull out the "If you didn't vote you can't complain!" argument each time they come across someone who is disinterested in the system; I wanted to remind all those people why some people (like myself) don't really spend time with politics. Because it doesn't matter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election isn't over, but the idea that the average person has really any impact on this election is foolish.  The only way to really have impact is to have an impact on the caucuses, and then on the Electoral College.  Or revolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iowacaucus.org/"&gt;http://www.iowacaucus.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=caucus"&gt;cau-cus&lt;/a&gt;    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (kôks)&lt;br /&gt;n. pl. cau-cus-es or cau-cus-ses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meeting of the local members of a political party especially to select delegates to a convention or register preferences for candidates running for office. &lt;br /&gt;A closed meeting of party members within a legislative body to decide on questions of policy or leadership. &lt;br /&gt;A group within a legislative or decision-making body seeking to represent a specific interest or influence a particular area of policy: a minority caucus. &lt;br /&gt;Chiefly British. A committee within a political party charged with determining policy.</content>
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    <title>Swimming Pool.</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T06:24:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-20T15:07:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you want to see sweaty, ugly, French men, standing over semi-attractive blonde girls, masturbating, while she masturbates in front of him, while an English lady either imagines it or watches it, then THIS is the movie for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.andaroo.com/bs/movies/2003/swimmingpool.asp"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read more...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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