<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131</id><updated>2009-12-22T11:00:50.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boywonderesq</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>369</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-6748477622422945198</id><published>2009-12-16T21:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:09:14.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Boring Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hanukkah is not a religious holiday.  It celebrates a revolt by a bunch of fanatics who turned out to be totalitarian zealots that ultimately could not hold onto power.  Read &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/11/opinion/11brooks.html?_r=1"&gt;David Brooks' column&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Irene has me terrified about my "its" and "it's."  "Its" really annoying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read about a professor in Tel Aviv who is writing that the early Jews were not monotheistic.  Moses said that there shall be no other gods before God, not that the other gods didn't exist.  Now you know.  You're welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never would have thought that people would be so interested in Tiger Woods' affair.  It seems that people projected so much of what they believed in hard work and talent on him that they feel let down.  He was an icon, kind of like Bruce Springsteen, who turned out to be more human than anyone wanted him to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I liked Obama on 60 Minutes.  I trust that whatever he's doing, mistakes included, is exactly what I would be doing, and I like that.  I'm still in the cult.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nilda and I are watching Dwarf Adoption.  I have no idea why.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Electric Box is a terribly addicting, but amazing iphone game.  Curse you, Cousin Bill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I won the football pool.  This, of course, is because I am AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go Iggles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-6748477622422945198?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/6748477622422945198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=6748477622422945198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/6748477622422945198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/6748477622422945198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-boring-shit.html' title='Random Boring Shit'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-4720606278701144932</id><published>2009-12-13T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:57:11.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Dealbreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SyVt_9nu7HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ChPrNKASuyY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414855072623291506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SyVt_9nu7HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ChPrNKASuyY/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goodbye, alarm clock.  We've had some good times together.  I got you at K-Mart in 2001, back when your cd player was actually an attractive feature.  We've gone from the East Village, to Murray Hill, to Washington Heights, to Inwood.  But now you're snooze bar isn't working, and how can anyone expect to function without a snooze bar.  I'm sure you understand.  I'll miss you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-4720606278701144932?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/4720606278701144932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=4720606278701144932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/4720606278701144932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/4720606278701144932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-dealbreaker.html' title='That&apos;s A Dealbreaker'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SyVt_9nu7HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ChPrNKASuyY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-5932799839990483628</id><published>2009-12-07T21:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:24:29.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Set Up A Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx28Cf241OI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wQVwuMyWwCI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412689078266680546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx28Cf241OI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wQVwuMyWwCI/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always said I'd never have a tree, but here we go. First, you have to go out in the rain/sleet/snow on Saturday and pick out a tree before frostbite sets in. There are about 100 trees, but you're only allowed to choose between the two that the guy selects for you. And don't mess with that guy because he's been in the cold for a lot longer than you with only a port-a-potty to keep him company and he will cut you. Then he sticks the tree into one of those funnels they use to kill chickens and you're stuck with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx274FayNhI/AAAAAAAAAug/L5JxrhWODKY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412688899370792466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx274FayNhI/AAAAAAAAAug/L5JxrhWODKY/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you walked home in the rain/sleet/snow and had to take several breaks because Nilda talks about how heavy the tree is and switches ends and then changes her mind until you decide to just pick the damn thing up yourself and carry it the rest of the way home which you should have probably done in the first place, you're ready to begin step 2. Set up the tree in five minutes and then spend the next 20 washing the sap off your hands and dustbusting up the fallen needles. Get used to dustbusting, it's part of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx27yzzf3eI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lr4jYm5_O1c/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412688808743263714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx27yzzf3eI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lr4jYm5_O1c/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3, pull out all of the ornaments that you had meticulously arranged in a box last January and start putting them up. You will say that you don't want to do this, but will inevitably be conscripted into helping. Nilda will start to lose steam after putting the lights up so you have to help to keep the momentum going. Make sure the Eagles ornaments get a prominent location. Garland = pain in the ass. Here it is, in all it's goyisha glory, with the shot that Nilda insisted upon to show perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx27XIDulNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/o8A3tAPJzzQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412688333143708882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx27XIDulNI/AAAAAAAAAuI/o8A3tAPJzzQ/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last, but not least, you have to put all the empty boxes that the ornaments came in into a larger box. This is Brian Work as Nilda needs help with the spatial orientation. I blame a severe Tetris deficiency that Nilda suffered growing up. That's why The Most Important Blog In The Universe supports the Gameboy For Every Child Initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the tree was up, we attended our new building's annual holiday party. Nilda made coquito for the first time (it was amazing!) and it was a huge hit. It's the undisputed principle of Christmas: white people love coquito. We also took this opportunity to play the "you show me yours, I'll show you mine" game of showing off our apartment. Hands down, Nilda has the best kitchen and bathroom in the building. I just live here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The building likes to sing songs while musicians in the building play along. I swore I wouldn't sing, but before I knew it I was singing about how Our Lord Has Come and Our Savior Is Born. I move to New York, the Jewish capital of the world, only to sing Christmas carols with a tree in my home. Go figure. But we sang the dreidel song TWICE, so that apparently makes it even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx26zoAKMUI/AAAAAAAAAuA/SWwSPZ_6nJo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412687723243385154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx26zoAKMUI/AAAAAAAAAuA/SWwSPZ_6nJo/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the process was that I finally got Nilda to go to Applebee's where I learned why and how America is obese. I also heard my new favorite song for the first time. THAT'S NOT MY NAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iX-7u9OzH9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iX-7u9OzH9o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-5932799839990483628?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/5932799839990483628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=5932799839990483628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/5932799839990483628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/5932799839990483628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-set-up-christmas-tree.html' title='How To Set Up A Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Sx28Cf241OI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wQVwuMyWwCI/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-292132182256359631</id><published>2009-12-01T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:39:25.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Gin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SxXTOnVhOQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0qtj9eUXw2s/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410462775386388738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SxXTOnVhOQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0qtj9eUXw2s/s200/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For my birthday, Stella got me a bottle of a boutique gin, just like I wanted. She got me a gin called "Geneviere" that is an old-style "genever" gin, as opposed to the london dry gin that we’re all used to. Instead of being a vodka flavored with juniper berries, it’s essentially a whiskey flavored with juniper berries. And it’s horrible. It’s like medicine with a bouquet of vomit. Who wants to try it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-292132182256359631?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/292132182256359631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=292132182256359631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/292132182256359631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/292132182256359631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-gin.html' title='The New Gin'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SxXTOnVhOQI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0qtj9eUXw2s/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-3113921088029986848</id><published>2009-11-24T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:10:37.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Metaphors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing says "Thanksgiving" like a self-indulgent post about metaphors that I think about on a daily basis, leading to quotes that no one around me understands. How thankful you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Swamp of Sadness&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; In "The Neverending Story," Atreyu has to cross the swamp of sadness on his quest to stop The Nothing. The swamp is an ugly and sad place, but if you let the sadness get to you, you sink into the swamp and never come out. The point is not to let yourself get so discouraged that you just give up. I use this one with interns all the time. And April. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Beachhead&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;You have to decide if you're going to try to stop an issue "at the beach," like in Normandy in WWII, or whether you'll deal with the issue later. Sometimes you want to stop an issue before it starts, or try to build a better argument to use at a later time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Burning the Boats&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;When Cortes landed in Mexico to conquer it on behalf of Spain, he burned the boats behind him so that his soldiers knew there would be no turning back. This one is about forcing commitment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Princess and the Pea&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; When something is not right from the beginning, it never will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Tortoise and the Hare&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; If you work diligently and keep moving forward, you'll ultimately be respected for it. Like Jon Stewart. Moving too quickly can lead to disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Slow Blade Penetrates the Shield&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; In Dune, Frank Herbert thought of shields that bullets will bounce off of, but which can be penetrated by a slow knife. Kind of like the tortoise and the hare, moving slowly and steadily can be the most effective method. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-3113921088029986848?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/3113921088029986848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=3113921088029986848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/3113921088029986848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/3113921088029986848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-metaphors.html' title='My Favorite Metaphors'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-3334609292706308692</id><published>2009-11-22T14:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:12:09.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Like The New Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The table works a lot better in the apartment than it ever did on line. All the curves and angles that made me concerned about it in the store make it work perfectly in the apartment. The four corners are cut, so it looks like an octagon, so it doesn't feel boxy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407019173903432082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwmXSoI9eZI/AAAAAAAAAto/Eo5Aum7fMFM/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" /&gt;Plus, the beveling on all sides makes it fit more smoothly into the apartment without taking away surface area. I also appreciate the curved saber legs, which contrast with a lot of the straight lines that we already have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407018747029752162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwmW5x6WCWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GTxCGPb2K_w/s320/IMG_0871.JPG" /&gt;In short, good job, Nilda. Don't say I don't ever listen to you. And don't ever, ever use this post as a reason to ignore what I say or I swear to God I'll take it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-3334609292706308692?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/3334609292706308692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=3334609292706308692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/3334609292706308692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/3334609292706308692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-i-like-new-table.html' title='Why I Like The New Table'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwmXSoI9eZI/AAAAAAAAAto/Eo5Aum7fMFM/s72-c/IMG_0873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-958893974083482818</id><published>2009-11-19T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:23:57.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG HIJACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Te quiero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-958893974083482818?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/958893974083482818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=958893974083482818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/958893974083482818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/958893974083482818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-hijack.html' title='BLOG HIJACK!'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-3691626662982184623</id><published>2009-11-17T21:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:54:39.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Realizes I Am Not Daddy</title><content type='html'>...and he is not happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwNhzRnsSWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cZaTLKp8nbs/s1600/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405271511305832802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwNhzRnsSWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cZaTLKp8nbs/s320/jack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-3691626662982184623?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/3691626662982184623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=3691626662982184623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/3691626662982184623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/3691626662982184623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/jack-realizes-i-am-not-daddy.html' title='Jack Realizes I Am Not Daddy'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwNhzRnsSWI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cZaTLKp8nbs/s72-c/jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-8958101665733068989</id><published>2009-11-16T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:40:02.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW TABLE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT'S FINALLY HERE!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! OH MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GAAAWWWWWD&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAAAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow. My life is now almost complete. The new table came and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nilda&lt;/span&gt; could not be more excited. "It's a dining table, Brian," she tells me, reminding me that it finally replaces the crappy "country" table that she bought from Seaman's (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) 9 years ago. We don't have chairs yet, and won't have any for the foreseeable future, but who needs chairs when you have two folding chairs that make the table look much much cheaper than it actually is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This table is big, much bigger than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nilda&lt;/span&gt; or I thought it would be. Fortunately, the saber legs are not as feminine as I was afraid they'd be. ("We needed curves because the sofa is boxy, Brian," whatever that means.) And self storing leaf = Brian not having to lug this shit in and out of it's protective case in the closet with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nilda's&lt;/span&gt; changing whims. The real question is what I get out of this. The answer, is nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwIJmCaCSiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/o7gGvlUeB7w/s1600/table+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404893051883768354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwIJmCaCSiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/o7gGvlUeB7w/s320/table+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwIJhxZ7l3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qYJ4nk-3HW4/s1600/table+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404892978600449906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwIJhxZ7l3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qYJ4nk-3HW4/s320/table+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-8958101665733068989?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/8958101665733068989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=8958101665733068989' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/8958101665733068989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/8958101665733068989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-table.html' title='THE NEW TABLE!!!'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwIJmCaCSiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/o7gGvlUeB7w/s72-c/table+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-7034917097934823099</id><published>2009-11-15T15:41:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:07:43.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We closed on the apartment on April 29 and have lived here since June 19, yet it feels like much longer. It's been great getting accustomed to the new normal. Here are few things I've noticed: &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God the renovations are done. The apartment looks great, but I'm still scarred months later. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I passed a big milestone this weekend when the guy at the dry cleaner remembered my phone number without my telling him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is my favorite neighborhood that I've lived in in New York, including the East Village. And I luuuved the East Village.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still love the dishwasher. I said it was going to change my life and it has. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nilda and I are loving the farmer's market. There's nothing like eating corn that was picked at 5:00 that morning. I think this is going to get bigger, since we saw &lt;a href="http://www.foodincmovie.com/"&gt;Food, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, a great documentary about the food industry. We're thinking about buying a share of grass fed beef (and pork!) from &lt;a href="http://www.eightoclockranch.com/"&gt;a ranch in upstate New York&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our ice maker has been broken for a couple of weeks and we can't seem to get any repairmen to actually come to a scheduled appointment. Damn you, Fisher and Paykel!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go to the park a lot more than I thought I would. I'm hoping to keep that up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't go to PJ Wines as often as I thought I would, though I have to admit I'm in there at least once a week. I just love knowing that it's near. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deli on the corner has a great beer selection. Do not underestimate the importance of having a deli with a good beer selection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 hours later, we come back from the bar where we watched the Eagles game. They lost to the Chargers, but 5 beers, buffalo wings and an order of sweet potato fries still make a good day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to joke that the seasons were better "up here," but it's kind of true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404497441732084642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwChyfvyw6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/tIlhEmPmUe4/s320/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwCh3VvkOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jgxxH3UZjYo/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404497520005976290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SwCh3DVvkOI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jgxxH3UZjYo/s320/photo2.jpg" 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Delight'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-566067641368254539</id><published>2009-11-11T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:13:55.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lawyer Representing The Guy Accused Of Extorting David Letterman Is An Asshole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SvtqBzVGpCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NCN9xQ_mAO0/s1600-h/image5363594x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403028757152179234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SvtqBzVGpCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NCN9xQ_mAO0/s200/image5363594x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This douche bag's name is Gerald Shargel, and he makes all lawyers look bad. He seems to have no genuine defense for his client, so he's instead taking this opportunity to get his lame ass on tv. When he is on tv, all he talks about is how "excited" he is to cross examine Letterman, which is a transparent attempt to try to intimidate Letterman out of pressing charges. It won't work (Letterman is too publicly invested to let it go) and only makes him and his client look even sleazier than they already are. And when he is on tv, he alternates between saying how only he knows all the facts or, when he gets a hard question, claiming that he doesn't know all the facts. What a dirt bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The defense that the defendant was trying to make a "commercial transaction" is the best thing that has happened so far. How can anybody, with a straight face, argue that trying to sell a story about the purchaser's secret affairs, with a note saying that his "world is about to fall apart," is a simple business deal? And who pays $2 million for a screenplay written by a nobody who's never written anything before? And it matters that he delivered this package at 6:00 am. He did it early to keep it quiet, since it was blackmail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I go for jury duty on March 8. Third adjournment, so I have to serve. Hey dirt bag, if I get on your jury panel, I have read nothing about this case and can be fair and impartial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-566067641368254539?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/566067641368254539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=566067641368254539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/566067641368254539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/566067641368254539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/lawyer-representing-guy-accused-of.html' title='The Lawyer Representing The Guy Accused Of Extorting David Letterman Is An Asshole'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/SvtqBzVGpCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/NCN9xQ_mAO0/s72-c/image5363594x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-8434243904926200203</id><published>2009-11-09T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:22:30.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayman v. Nightman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="400" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_37ca1177d7"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=37ca1177d7" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="400" flashvars="key=37ca1177d7" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_37ca1177d7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:480px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/37ca1177d7/day-manits-always-sunny-in-philadelphia-from-herb-oobs" title="from Herb Oobs"&gt;Day Man-It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;/a&gt; - watch more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-8434243904926200203?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/8434243904926200203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=8434243904926200203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/8434243904926200203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/8434243904926200203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightman.html' title='Dayman v. Nightman'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-1004121382392671387</id><published>2009-11-04T21:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:36:50.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Blogs In One!  Four Blogs In One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why I Didn't Vote&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, Bloomberg is fine, but I can't forgive him for changing the rules to allow him to run for a third term. And it pissed me off how he spent so much trying to drive Thompson into the ground. The voters must have agreed with me, since there's no explanation why Thompon, who sucks, kept the race so close. Still, I'm glad Bloomberg won.  If I had voted, I would have voted for Nilda for mayor.  If I have to be bossed around by her, so should everyone else.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Most Important Blog In The World Endorses The Phillies&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; This may all be moot by now, but I've realized that I have to go with the Philly team. I simply cannot come to grips with supporting the other side, especially the Yankees. They're successful but annoying, like Hugh Jackman, or Halle Berry.  Rooting for the Phillies reaffirms my being from Philadelphia, just like fasting until 2:00 pm on Yom Kippur reaffirms my being Jewish.  (Yes, Nilda, it's still fasting if you have coffee and Tastykake chocolate covered donuts.)  I'm still more excited about the Eagles/Cowboys game on Sunday than about the World Series.  I'm making ribs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The New V Series Is Better Than I Thought It Would Be&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; It started out like any other crappy ABC series, but I was into it by the end. I also never realized how much I remembered from the original series, like the fact that the main lady was named Diana or that there was an alien with a square head who was called the "fifth column," whatever that meant. And it's cute how they're trying to make it this political allegory, with the aliens of unclear origins offering "hope" and universal health care, while the press is too busy sucking up to question them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Dark Days Begin&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought it would settle, but that's not going to happen. Brian is about to get a lot of experience on a case where he has nothing to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-1004121382392671387?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/1004121382392671387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=1004121382392671387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/1004121382392671387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/1004121382392671387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/11/four-blogs-in-one-four-blogs-in-one.html' title='Four Blogs In One!  Four Blogs In One!'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-1196182362349792575</id><published>2009-10-29T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:58:08.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Don't Like Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I'm watching the World Series, but I still can't see myself getting into baseball year round. I'm from Philly and I live in New York, so a Phillies/Yankees World Series has some obvious appeal to me. But I don't care enough about either team, or baseball, really, to get interested. Here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baseball is too simple. Every down in football is like a chess match, but you know what to expect with each play in baseball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There will be a lot of football analogies. If my readers can't handle it, then both of them should stop reading any further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no time to figure out how to react in baseball. The pitches go too fast for me to figure out what's going on, and by then it's too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can be planned is too boring to be interesting. For example, hitting it to left field, bunting, throwing a fast ball v. a breaking ball, that's all easily categorized into simple rules for different scenarios. There isn't enough room in the rules for innovation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baseball is all about pitching. You could strip the game down to a pitcher and a batter and it would still make sense. If you don't like pitching, like me, then most of the game is lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The calling of balls and strikes is way too subjective, like grades in law school.  A pitch that looks clearly out to me will be called a strike and I don't get it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Standing on "base" is gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Full disclosure = Andrew and I played little league and we both sucked. I was told I always stepped "away" from the pitch, not wanting to get hit by the ball. One time I decided to step into the pitch and got hit right in the nose. From then on, I was called "Target 2" (Andrew was "Target 1," which I thought was unfair, since he never got hit). Why didn't I like sports? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course I stepped away from the pitch! Some 8-year-old with no idea what he's doing is throwing a ball at me and I'm supposed to just stand there? No thank you, Mr. Clipboard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have good memories of going to &lt;a href="http://www.redberry.net/index.html"&gt;Red Berry's Baseball Camp&lt;/a&gt; during the summers in Florida. One of the counselors called us "Heckle &amp;amp; Jekyll" and it took me all summer to figure out what the hell that meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The counselors once asked the campers who was going to win the All Star game that night and I was one of only two who thought the American League was going to beat the National League. I was all proud of myself but the truth was that I had no idea what the hell they were talking about and I only voted for the American League because we're American, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baseball was fun because when it was all over, you'd get a snow cone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are still moments where I get baseball. It's more of a game than a sport. Still, when it's professional football season, which is on a level that is way beyond me, baseball seems like a kid's game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-1196182362349792575?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/1196182362349792575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=1196182362349792575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/1196182362349792575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/1196182362349792575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-dont-like-baseball.html' title='Why I Don&apos;t Like Baseball'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-7099154684434112805</id><published>2009-10-27T20:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:54:20.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting More Out Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ha!  Gotcha.  I don't blog about that shit.  I'm perfectly content getting as little out of life as possible. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For last night's game, I got the Desert Pepper queso instead of the Tostito's queso.  The Tostito's is way better.  One time in law school we ran out of chips so I had it with Total cereal and it was amazing.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never want anything for my birthday, but if I were to make a list this year, here's what would be on it, in no particular order:  that book about Manhattan before people, Beatles Rock Band (which Nilda cannot get me), cuff links, a wireless keyboard and mouse set for work, some kind of specialty micro-brew style gin.   Nilda, of course, is not allowed to get me any of that. She has to "surprise" me.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bored with the news.  I think that's because I trust that whatever Obama is doing is exactly what I would be doing in the same situation.  I actually miss George Bush sometimes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not like Michael Bloomberg.  Yeah he's a good mayor and all, but there should be a price for changing the rules so that you can run for a third term.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Häagen-Dazs' "five ingredient" vanilla ice cream is perhaps the best ice cream ever made.  Andrew, you have to try it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Häagen-Dazs" has absolutely no meaning and was made up by its creators (Polish immigrants from the Bronx) to look Scandinavian. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Philadelphia Eagles can destroy the Washington Redskins on Monday Night Football, and the Philadelphia press will still complain about how terrible they played.  You have to love fans that care and know their stuff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're switching from Westlaw to Lexis at the office.  Wish us luck. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-7099154684434112805?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/7099154684434112805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=7099154684434112805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/7099154684434112805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/7099154684434112805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-more-out-of-life.html' title='Getting More Out Of Life'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-947342073525164271</id><published>2009-10-22T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:27:22.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Night News</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nilda bought the crappy paper towels again. I don't know what brand they are because Nilda threw out the packaging, but I know they're crappy because (a) Nilda threw out the packaging and (b) they feel crappy. Hey Nilda, stop buying the crappy paper towels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd like to amend my recent comment that Lisa Loeb's "Stay" would be a hit if it came out today to include that within three years, someone will re-record the song and it will featured on a teen drama. Remember my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Running in the morning has changed in the fall. It's now colder and darker. Any tips, Jeff? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nilda, is not allowed to get me Beatles Rock Band for my birthday.  It's not that I don't want it.  It's that I always have to "surprise" her and letting her get me that is just too damn easy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andrew got me really into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Band"&gt;The Band&lt;/a&gt;. They were a bunch of guys who used to back Bob Dylan (hence, "the band), and went on their own.  They tried to capture the spirit of the south in the immediate post-civil war period and, in the process, changed the perception of southern music. The irony is that they're Canadian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMHyovwX7JM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMHyovwX7JM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Andrew and I are getting a rehearsal space this weekend. We're putting the band back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzOHq5WbQ8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzOHq5WbQ8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-947342073525164271?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/947342073525164271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=947342073525164271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/947342073525164271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/947342073525164271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-night-news.html' title='Thursday Night News'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-8953522420431801703</id><published>2009-10-17T19:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:08:48.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Haven't Blogged In A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh really, Nilda?  Thanks for letting me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a week late, but Obama deserved to win the Nobel peace prize. No other figure in recent history has done such a powerful job of changing the tone of the world in such a short period of time. Because of him, it's now popular for world leaders to talk in open dialogues, which is a remarkable achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lisa Loeb's "Stay" came on my itunes today. It's a cheesy and dated song, but it'd be a hit if it came out today. Yeah, I said it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a scene in Woody Allen's "Annie Hall" where the two main characters are people watching and say that one pedestrian won the "Truman Capote look-alike contest." That pedestrian was actually Truman Capote in a cameo appearance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I put Annie Hall on my iphone and watched it on the train. You should really watch it if you haven't seen it. Even if you don't like Woody Allen, it's an amazing movie and you can understand why it beat Star Wars for the best picture oscar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am addicted to the Phase 10 application I got for the iphone. Admitting I have a problem is the first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nilda and I are experimenting with our oven's "perfect turkey" feature. It's an exciting night in the Heller house. That's right, Nilda, you're a Heller now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael Vick isn't working out with the Eagles. They don't really need him and nobody seems to be fooled by the wildcat. But signing him was still a brilliant move. They got him really cheap and after a one year PR fix-up, they can trade him for a lot more, probably with draft picks. That's right, Andy Reid's gonna flip Michael Vick like a house on TLC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phish is playing another Halloween show this year, where they dress up like another band and play an album. Previous Halloween shows have included the Beatles' White Album and the Talking Heads' Remain in Light. They've listed &lt;a href="http://www.phish.com/festival8/halloween/"&gt;a whole bunch of albums they might cover&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a moral quandary.  Someone out there has created a blog with a link to where &lt;a href="http://phish-halloween.blogspot.com/"&gt;you can download each of these albums for free&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know how I feel about this.  On the one hand, I know I should be paying for music, but on the other hand, it's free and it's hard to say no.  I blame the music industry for failing to figure out how to deal with the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The super finally installed the tub faucet.  I know you're just DYING to see what it looks like, so here it is, you lucky devils, you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393720611647196946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/StpYUbLvDxI/AAAAAAAAAso/GRRz5clvg-E/s200/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-8953522420431801703?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/8953522420431801703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=8953522420431801703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/8953522420431801703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/8953522420431801703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title='You Haven&apos;t Blogged In A While'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/StpYUbLvDxI/AAAAAAAAAso/GRRz5clvg-E/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-1637360142248824971</id><published>2009-10-09T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:04:12.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitler Learns Which Album Phish Will Cover On Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmfAP6qypC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmfAP6qypC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-1637360142248824971?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/1637360142248824971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=1637360142248824971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/1637360142248824971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/1637360142248824971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/hitler-learns-which-album-phish-will.html' title='Hitler Learns Which Album Phish Will Cover On Halloween'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-538091084316661847</id><published>2009-10-07T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:32:42.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nilda's New Stationary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Ss1Ax9aDNaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/O1Z1NuptweI/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390035556073944482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Ss1Ax9aDNaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/O1Z1NuptweI/s400/IMG_0869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-538091084316661847?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/538091084316661847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=538091084316661847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/538091084316661847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/538091084316661847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/nildas-new-stationary.html' title='Nilda&apos;s New Stationary'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Ss1Ax9aDNaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/O1Z1NuptweI/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-144374297871940940</id><published>2009-10-06T20:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:02:56.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letterman &amp; Sexual Harassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know nothing about the case or what happened, and the following is not a legal opinion or advice blah blah blah, but in my EXPERT opinion, there does not seem to be much risk to CBS for a sexual harassment lawsuit.  It doesn't look like any of the conduct was unwelcome and it's not against the law to have a relationship with your boss (though it's not a good idea to have a relationship with your employee).  In short, unless some allegations come out about Letterman making threats to coerce these relationships, which seems highly unlikely, it's not a case I'd be interested in handling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-144374297871940940?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/144374297871940940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=144374297871940940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/144374297871940940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/144374297871940940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/letterman-sexual-harassment.html' title='Letterman &amp; Sexual Harassment'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-628249589089280311</id><published>2009-10-01T22:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:28:12.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Wild Things Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Sendak"&gt;"Where the Wild Things Are"&lt;/a&gt; was published in 1963, written by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Sendak"&gt;Maurice Sendak&lt;/a&gt;, the third child of a Jewish couple from the Warsaw shtetls. The book originally focused on horses, but his publisher said he couldn't draw horses and he instead drew "things" of caricatures of his aunts and uncles from his childhood in Brooklyn. The book was well received, but criticized for being too scary for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike Jonze has been working on a film version of the movie since about 2002. Sendak, a fan of "Being John Malkovich" and "Adaptation," had been asking Jonze for years prior to that, but Jonze declined, saying he did not know what he could add. He finally agreed to make the film after realizing that he could make a movie where the "wild things" are the big and scary emotions kids face growing up. The movie is about what it's like to be 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film took five years to make, stalling when Universal balked at initial audience reactions and fears that children would find it too scary. Ironically, these are the same fears that critics erroneously felt about Sendak's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Spike Jonze's real name is Adam Spiegel. People started calling him "Spike" when he was 13 because of the haircut he had and would give to others, and the "Jonze" referred to an old bandleader named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spike_Jones"&gt;Spike Jonze&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-628249589089280311?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/628249589089280311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=628249589089280311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/628249589089280311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/628249589089280311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-wild-things-are.html' title='Where The Wild Things Are'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-5223897100212234565</id><published>2009-09-30T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:50:25.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Nilda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday, pookie butt.  I love you with all my heart and I hope you're looking forward to dinner at a surprise location.  I don't want to give anything away, but let's just say that if you like soup, salad and BREADSTICKS, you're going to be happy.  Happy birthday.  May your year be filled with teen vampire dramas, design, endless pasta bowls and more of me than you can handle.  Kisses!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-5223897100212234565?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/5223897100212234565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=5223897100212234565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/5223897100212234565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/5223897100212234565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-nilda.html' title='Happy Birthday, Nilda!'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-6501932988453856594</id><published>2009-09-24T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:30:39.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a list of of the top 10 occupations of people that are the most useful to have in your life: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Doctor&lt;/u&gt; - someone to call when you just need an antibiotic and don't have time to go to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Contractor&lt;/u&gt; - because you'll always need something fixed, and an all around handyman is ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lawyer&lt;/u&gt; - at first I thought about not even including this on the list, but have since reconsidered and think it's good to have someone who knows the legal system and knows how to argue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Accountant&lt;/u&gt; - they can take a look at your returns and make sure you're not missing anything. For free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stock broker&lt;/u&gt; - if you're into that kind of thing, and it would probably be easier to be into that kind of thing if a friend of yours was a stock broker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT guy&lt;/u&gt; - who you gonna call when your computer breaks? Dell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mechanic&lt;/u&gt; - someone who will take a look at your car without making you feel ripped off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Policeman&lt;/u&gt; - not having any friends who are cops, I can only imagine that having one is a big help under the right circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Electrician&lt;/u&gt; - something electrical is going to break, or you're going to need install a light fixture, and your contractor friend isn't licenced for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carpenter/plumber&lt;/u&gt; - you can never know enough people who know how to fix shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Others that didn't make the top ten: parking professional (having someone who can get you a spot at a lot for free is awesome.  thanks, Forrest), butcher (for fun), mortgage broker/insurance salesman (when you need him, you need him, and it's free so it's great), tailor (to fix your pants), chef (great dinner parties), politician/judge (more of a fantasy), bartender (this seems to be more of a benefit for girls), account representative for a branding agency (wait, what? who needs that?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-6501932988453856594?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/6501932988453856594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=6501932988453856594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/6501932988453856594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/6501932988453856594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-to-know.html' title='People To Know'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1841965749138047131.post-2700519954693172525</id><published>2009-09-22T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:32:28.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Badass Of The Day: Paul Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Srl0X7Hk5DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7iu1yk79G6U/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384462783853421618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Srl0X7Hk5DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7iu1yk79G6U/s200/Image029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Brown is arguably the most influential and important coach in professional football history.  Born in 1909 in Ohio, he played quarterback in high school and college, at the Miami University of Ohio, but was too small for Ohio State or professionally (he was only 140 lbs).  He returned to his high school alma mater as a football coach, with a 80 victories, 8 defeats and 2 ties over 9 seasons.  Brown was nominated by the high-school coaches association to become the head coach for Ohio State in 1941, which many thought was to get him out of their league.  He led Ohio State to a Big Ten championship before being commissioned into the navy in 1943.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the war, Brown was signed to be coach and general manager of Cleavland's team in the new (and doomed) All-America Football Conference ("AAFC"), a rival to the NFL.  The team was dubbed "the Browns" in honor of Brown, in a contest where fans named the team.   The Browns won all four championships in the AAFC from 1946-49.  Brown went on to found the Cincinnati Bengals and won seven NFL conference titles and three championships from 1950-62.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Brown's innovations changed the game of football, and included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown was the first to use game film to evaluate players and to teach new plays to players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown introduced playbooks and classroom instruction to professional football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown was the first to hire full-time, year-round assistant coaches, instead of part-time assistant coaches.  He used these assistants' contacts at colleges to develop a scouting system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown was the first to give players intelligence and psychological tests to judge their ability to learn and improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was the first to test speed in the 40-yard dash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was the first to use players as messengers to call plays to the quarterback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown was the first to station assistants high in the stadium to get a better view of the plays, with a telephone to the bench.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown invented the face mask.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown believed that the solid foundation of a football team was blocking and tackling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown was strict that his players be able to write out plays from memory. He once fired an All-American rookie who failed one of these tests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brown insisted that his players clean up the image of professional football players, implementing rules against smoking, swearing and going to nightclubs.  He required that his players wear coats and ties on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1841965749138047131-2700519954693172525?l=boywonderesq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/feeds/2700519954693172525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1841965749138047131&amp;postID=2700519954693172525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/2700519954693172525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1841965749138047131/posts/default/2700519954693172525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boywonderesq.blogspot.com/2009/09/badass-of-day-paul-brown.html' title='Badass Of The Day: Paul Brown'/><author><name>Boywonderesq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16823634320963354988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01290031459236812103'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ctPbYqMjAyk/Srl0X7Hk5DI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7iu1yk79G6U/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>