<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143</id><updated>2011-11-01T14:24:01.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>obligatory title</title><subtitle type='html'>whatever random thoughts i saw fit to type</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-112121831545920712</id><published>2011-11-01T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:24:01.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, we're closed</title><summary type='text'>This site is dead.  Long live Red. No. 3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/112121831545920712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/112121831545920712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html#112121831545920712' title='sorry, we&apos;re closed'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-16151264987791076</id><published>2006-03-31T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:03:26.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>much the funny</title><summary type='text'>As an early April's Fool gag, NBC has put together some comical "The More You Know" public service announcements starring the cast of the fantastic sitcom, The Office. Even better, they are all in character which I think is a great meta joke about how the series is premised as a documentary. They are beautifully faux serious and range from self-important to completely casual to very ernest about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/16151264987791076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/16151264987791076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#16151264987791076' title='much the funny'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2576312238015552609</id><published>2006-02-26T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:04:13.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for all the numismatists in the house</title><summary type='text'>Since I accidentally knocked over the used film container holding them, I had an opportunity to take account of my 50-State Quarters collection.  Something I do with feverish anticipation about once every 18 months or so.See, the program was supposed to inspire a new era of coin collecting, and it kind of did.  But only kind of.  Mostly, it just inspired a lot of people like me who kinda wanted a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2576312238015552609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2576312238015552609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#2576312238015552609' title='for all the numismatists in the house'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1146926035530237413</id><published>2006-01-31T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:50:31.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously, 7 people</title><summary type='text'>I'm really amazed by how many people I'm seeing with "A Million Little Pieces" on the train. Just in the last day I've seen 7 people with the book. Seven! Isn't that a bit much for a book that was just widely discredited and whose author was exposed as a shameless liar who is passing off his fanciful and self-absorbed re-scripting of his life as an actual memoir. I mean, I'm definitely a writer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1146926035530237413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1146926035530237413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#1146926035530237413' title='seriously, 7 people'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-653642495723480161</id><published>2005-12-22T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:04:41.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays!</title><summary type='text'>So, it was getting closer and closer to XMas, and I had yet to do anything about cards. I always hate buying cards so I usually try to make something myself. Made some really nifty cards last year, actually. But, I didn't have the time to put into that this year, so I tried to think outside the box. (Not many people know this, but I'm actually confined to a box, so that phrase has a different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/653642495723480161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/653642495723480161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#653642495723480161' title='happy holidays!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7352236331846539402</id><published>2005-10-30T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:47:25.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the new dick clark</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm watching the latest edition of televised crack, VH1's I Love the 80's: 3D, and am really taken aback by Chuck Woolery. The guy seriously doesn't look like he's aged since The Love Connection back in the 80's. Admitedly, I first new him as the host of the Scrabble game show back in the day. What can I say, The Love Connection wasn't quite my thing when I was 8.Back then, he looked like he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7352236331846539402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7352236331846539402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#7352236331846539402' title='the new dick clark'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-9005063204627452761</id><published>2005-09-22T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:48:14.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>funny thing happened on the way to work...</title><summary type='text'>I was hit by a car today.Okay, that sounds more dramatic than it actually was, but its also completely accurate. I debated writing about this on my semi-fictionalized blog that I haven't told you about but most of you have probably figured out anyway (especially my stalkers), but its too good of a story to fictionalize it even if I need to write something over there.I was walking across a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/9005063204627452761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/9005063204627452761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#9005063204627452761' title='funny thing happened on the way to work...'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3401109702109028916</id><published>2005-08-12T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:49:23.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>break free!</title><summary type='text'>So, around Boston I've been seeing a lot of transit billboards and posters promoting something called "Fusion Flash Concerts". The posts are meant to be very counter-culture with the image of a bar-code with the bars stretched out evoking the sense of a jail break. The posters seem to suggest a series of free concerts but doesn't provide any dates or locations. This didn't entirely surprise me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3401109702109028916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3401109702109028916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#3401109702109028916' title='break free!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-6319485545761896875</id><published>2005-08-10T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:51:54.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>turning you off</title><summary type='text'>Well, since I stunningly have readers all of a sudden, I guess I should try posting again. And what better to turn people away than Steroids in baseball. I'm an avid watcher of ESPN's block of sports talk shows in the early evening, "Around the Horn" and "Pardon the Interuption". Both programs have been consumed with talking about Rafeal Palmero's recent suspension from baseball for a positive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/6319485545761896875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/6319485545761896875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#6319485545761896875' title='turning you off'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-98527486464623838</id><published>2005-08-10T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:52:59.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peter jennings signs off</title><summary type='text'>Just want to quickly offer my respects to the late Peter Jennings. Though I am not one of those guys who gets their news from The Daily Show, growing up I was always an ABC News guy. Jennings always conveyed a sense of dignity and honesty that I very much enjoyed. He's since proven himself a very good sport and extremely well-spoken when not reading the news. I've always really admired Jennings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/98527486464623838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/98527486464623838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#98527486464623838' title='peter jennings signs off'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8608592795799949721</id><published>2005-06-17T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:54:04.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>phoenix rising</title><summary type='text'>Picked up a new copy of the alt-weekly Boston Phoenix yesturday. They've been slowly building to a revamped design over the last few months and its finally debuted this week. Actually, most of the talk of the redesign took place in rival alt-weekly, the Weekly Dig. I don't mind the Dig, but their obsession with the Phoenix is laughable to say the least. I know they are an upstart in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8608592795799949721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8608592795799949721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#8608592795799949721' title='phoenix rising'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5584056957314891484</id><published>2005-05-05T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:54:46.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our local forecast</title><summary type='text'>So, weird thing I noticed on the Weather Channel this morning. This disembodied voice for the "Local on the 8's" has changed his routine slightly. He used to introduce the segment with "Here is your local forecast." A bit unnecessary, I always thought, but to the point.Now, suddenly, I find he is refering to it as our local forecast. "Here is our local forecast," he patronizingly entones at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5584056957314891484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5584056957314891484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#5584056957314891484' title='our local forecast'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4181958360754203567</id><published>2005-04-11T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:55:39.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the sound of my own voice</title><summary type='text'>Had a nice little thrill at work (of all places) this weekend. I work for a performing arts group and I moderated a discussion that took place prior to the concert from the stage of our performing hall. I regularly do public speaking as part of my job, but usually just introducing people and always in smallish room. Speaking from the stage of a grand concert hall, though, was a definate trip. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4181958360754203567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4181958360754203567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#4181958360754203567' title='the sound of my own voice'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2999898638227888602</id><published>2005-02-27T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:56:32.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movies and stuff</title><summary type='text'>So, its Oscar time again. I feel bad because I haven't seen many of the nominated films, even the ones I've been wanting to see. I saw Eternal Sunshine, which I can safely say was robbed in several categories of a deserved nomination. Not the least of which being Jim Carey who offered the performance of his career. A lot of blockbuster actors just rest on their paychecks and don't worry about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2999898638227888602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2999898638227888602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#2999898638227888602' title='movies and stuff'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8146134346479228755</id><published>2005-01-12T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:57:28.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is this because i'm a lesbian?</title><summary type='text'>Really bizarre end to Law &amp; Order tonight. It was ADA Serena Southerlyn's last episode and right at the end she was fired. I kinda figured she'd be quitting given the tension they allowed to slowly build this season for her character, but they went the other route and it worked too. Not at all surprising given that she blew up to her boss earlier in the episode. It was punctuated by a really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8146134346479228755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8146134346479228755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#8146134346479228755' title='is this because i&apos;m a lesbian?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5795615255025636615</id><published>2004-11-03T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:30:34.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><summary type='text'>Can't say I'm not disappointed, saddened, disillusioned, upset, etc. But I'm licking my wounds and trying to hurry through all the stages of grief as quickly as possible. I think Bush is profoundly damaging our country's security and economic health, and I deeply worry what will happen with another 4 years of his leadership. No, I don't think he's stupid, but I don't think he is an incredibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5795615255025636615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5795615255025636615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#5795615255025636615' title='well...'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8745665860132273954</id><published>2004-11-02T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:33:40.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the smrt!</title><summary type='text'>Gotta love those jokes that make you feel smart for getting them.  A recent headline gag in The Onion read as follows...Jacques Derrida "dies"I literally left out loud upon reading that. And sure, it made me feel slightly dorky to get that, but also pretty damn smart. Glad to see that $120,000 was worth something. Mystery Science Theater 3000 always offered gags that made you feel special. Some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8745665860132273954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8745665860132273954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#8745665860132273954' title='I am the smrt!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1990783981180092185</id><published>2004-11-02T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:35:17.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vote!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know.  You didn't need me to tell you that.  But seriously, vote.The election is actually a prime reason for my significant drop off in posting. Its just so overwhelming. On the one hand, I'm trying not think about it, but on the other hand, I can't think about anything but. And honestly, I just don't feel as if there is anything I can offer to the discussion about it. I respect the hell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1990783981180092185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1990783981180092185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#1990783981180092185' title='vote!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7039090860003404210</id><published>2004-09-30T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:36:21.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, that's right. I have a blog.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, long draught, I know. I really don't have a good excuse. I haven't been busy. I haven't been stuck at work. I haven't been kidnapped by aliens. Just felt like I didn't have much to say.I'll have something shortly, hopefully.  But I didn't want it to get to October before I posted again, so here is my pity post.To make it worth your while, go check out Fame Tracker.  Its one of the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7039090860003404210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7039090860003404210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#7039090860003404210' title='oh, that&apos;s right. I have a blog.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8405390894352569539</id><published>2004-08-30T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:25:36.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>big tent</title><summary type='text'>So, the GOP is in New York pretending they are a party of inclusion this week. Given the speakers, you'd almost think they were a moderate party what with pro-choice Republicans like Pataki and Guiliani and pro-gay rights Republicans like Governor Terminator, John McCain (well, he opposed the FMA, anyway), and Dick Cheney apparently. But they are making sure their far right base knows that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8405390894352569539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8405390894352569539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#8405390894352569539' title='big tent'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8428896387750397513</id><published>2004-08-20T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:26:13.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swift boat liars get debunked</title><summary type='text'>Daily Kos links to a great article in the NY Times which carefully reviews the claims made by the ironically titled group "Swift Boat Vets for Truth" and discovers (drumroll) its all a lie. This condenses all of the truth behind why these people don't merit any consideration all in one helpful source. Even with diagrams! Check it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8428896387750397513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8428896387750397513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#8428896387750397513' title='swift boat liars get debunked'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5559333573840826632</id><published>2004-08-18T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:27:06.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>see, this is why i'm not a catholic</title><summary type='text'>The folks over at Jesus' General (a wickedly funny satire blog I should read more often) have shined a spotlight on an unforgivably stupid offense by the Catholic Church. Sure, we all know about the whole rabid anti-gay thing and the institutional discrimination of women. We're used to such annoyances. Heck, most Catholics I know have just gotten used to tuning the church out on such things. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5559333573840826632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5559333573840826632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#5559333573840826632' title='see, this is why i&apos;m not a catholic'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8217405990589458489</id><published>2004-08-13T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:28:09.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>important things</title><summary type='text'>So, to kick off my second year of blogging, I thought I would tackle a very important issue. Sports jerseys! (for visual aids, might I suggest this site)Actually, this has been on my mind a bit for a couple weeks. Living and working in a diverse community like Boston, I very frequently see men on the subway wearing Soccer Jerseys. Now, while Soccer is gaining in popularity in these United States,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8217405990589458489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8217405990589458489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#8217405990589458489' title='important things'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3171777083279146</id><published>2004-08-10T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:29:10.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>obligatory happy birthday</title><summary type='text'>Well, today is the 1 year anniversary/birthday of my blog. It all started with my first posts on August 10, 2003 as I sat around my apartment on a lazy Sunday afternoon and was ceremonously interrupted by a parade marching down my little side-street. Of course back then the name of my blog was obligatory title, which still exists out in cyber space for any of my old-school fans. All of the posts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3171777083279146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3171777083279146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#3171777083279146' title='obligatory happy birthday'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5514586425143753858</id><published>2004-08-04T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:49:19.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the other evil dictator with wmd's!</title><summary type='text'>North Korea has gotten a hold of weapons systems that would allow them to stage a nuclear attack on the United States.  How the hell did that happen?Because the publisher of the hyper-Conservative Washington Times GAVE IT TO THEM.I could on about the faults of Unification "Church" founder Rev. Moon's faults. There are so many. The man George H.W. Bush has called a "Man of Vision" has called for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5514586425143753858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5514586425143753858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#5514586425143753858' title='oh, the other evil dictator with wmd&apos;s!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7327192779317598507</id><published>2004-07-30T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:08:16.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>riding through the dnc- day 4</title><summary type='text'>Ugh. Can't Boston give me anything to write about? I was all expecting to offer a local's perspectives on the horrific clashes between protesters and police, massive traffic back-ups, and the break-down of the mass transit system. But, oh no! None of that even happened. Didn't they know some two-bit blogger wanted material?Okay, kidding aside, I'm thrilled Boston went so smoothly. Especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7327192779317598507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7327192779317598507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#7327192779317598507' title='riding through the dnc- day 4'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5123645388800761093</id><published>2004-07-29T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:06:30.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>riding through the dnc- day 3</title><summary type='text'>"We are experiencing delays due to the Democratic National Convention."I heard that about 5 times this morning as my train kept getting held up while we waited for trains in front of us to get searched. It really annoyed me, though, because its completely untrue. We're experiencing delays because the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority couldn't figure out that spacing out the trains by 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5123645388800761093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5123645388800761093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#5123645388800761093' title='riding through the dnc- day 3'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5978319318956260720</id><published>2004-07-28T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:05:35.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>riding through the dnc- day 2</title><summary type='text'>Well, it looks the Convention has finally found a way to be an annoyance on Boston commuters. Actually, it is more a case of the Transit Authority finally finding a way to fufill the promise of Convention related annoyances.After a day and a half of smooth commuting for the folks in Boston, the transit authority finally got the hang of turning it into a head-ache that frustrates riders. The bag </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5978319318956260720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5978319318956260720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#5978319318956260720' title='riding through the dnc- day 2'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-285762911841452112</id><published>2004-07-27T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:04:06.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>riding through the dnc- day 1</title><summary type='text'>This will begin my week-long saga of being in Boston and having nothing to do with the Convention. Yes, some of us are here every day. The closest I will get to the Fleet Center is riding underneath it twice a day.So, the big story today is how little a story the commute was.  The dire predictions (fueled in no small part to the "sky is falling" reporting from the Boston Herald) had everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/285762911841452112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/285762911841452112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#285762911841452112' title='riding through the dnc- day 1'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7913288008464418205</id><published>2004-07-22T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:00:56.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boston gets all gussied up</title><summary type='text'>When I was in college, I always got to stick around for the week after final exams leading up to the Graduation Ceremonies and their Alumni Reunion Weekend. I always loved this because I got to see the changes the school underwent for the benefit of the parents and alumni. All of a sudden the ordinary campus became bedazzled with flowers jammed into every possible nook. One lawn even sprouted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7913288008464418205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7913288008464418205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#7913288008464418205' title='boston gets all gussied up'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5964180141176059264</id><published>2004-07-19T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:11:02.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things vh1 has taught me</title><summary type='text'>After a week spent loving the 90's, I want to make a couple observations...Someone at VH1 LOVES R.E.M.  I think they showed up in the soundtrack to I Love the 90's over once an episode. Being a big R.E.M. fan, I noticed each time it happened, so trust me, it happened way more than would have been understandable. Especially since they didn't even mention R.E.M. at all in the series. (I suspect "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5964180141176059264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5964180141176059264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#5964180141176059264' title='things vh1 has taught me'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1072421971737131668</id><published>2004-07-16T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:09:32.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>huzzah and kudos!</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to post a link to video from an amazing segment from Jon Stewart on yesturday's The Daily Show where he illustrated the ways Republicans use "talking points" to defame John Kerry and John Edwards.  A very brilliant segment yet so simple.  He just showed repeated clips of GOP spokespeople using the same exact language to attack Kerry and Edwards without ever backing it up.  But, alas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1072421971737131668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1072421971737131668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#1072421971737131668' title='huzzah and kudos!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2878237911257242731</id><published>2004-07-10T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:08:24.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a hippie</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I've told my hippie story here, yet.Back in late May, I was walking down the street in front of my apartment when a pack of little punk suburban kids start coming down the other way. Now, growing up in an inner city environment, I am accutely aware that groups of black teenagers are nothing to worry about. Its the white ones that scare me. So I tried to casually keep my distance, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2878237911257242731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2878237911257242731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#2878237911257242731' title='i&apos;m a hippie'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4146773410431713609</id><published>2004-07-06T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:07:18.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kerry/edwards baby!</title><summary type='text'>I have today off, but I actually got myself up early just so I could see John Kerry's annoucement of his running mate, which as soon as I got up was already known to be John Edwards. Got to say, I'm very pleased. As some of my readers know, I backed Edwards in the primaries partly because I thought he'd be a good VP candidate.More recently, there has been such a groundswell of support for John </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4146773410431713609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4146773410431713609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#4146773410431713609' title='kerry/edwards baby!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3061643337911966562</id><published>2004-06-29T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:03:39.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ralph nader, class act</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to update my little Political Round-up post the other day. Governator backed off on the whole killing puppies things. Guess it finally occured to him what he was suggesting. The Vice Presidential Dick apologized for telling Senator Leahy to go fuck himself and expressed his shame at using such langugage in the halls of the Senate to attack an elected representative of the people. Oh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3061643337911966562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3061643337911966562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#3061643337911966562' title='ralph nader, class act'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7677889292905129644</id><published>2004-06-25T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:02:37.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>politcal round-up</title><summary type='text'>In the words of Ben Folds, "Yeah, well fuck you, too!" In case you haven't heard, Dick Cheney told Senator Leahy of Vermont to "go fuck himself" on the floor of the Senate the other day. And what did Leahy say to get Dick all worked up. "Hello". This launched Cheney into attacking Leahy for criticising his dealings with Halliburton. In response, Leahy expressed his displeasure with the Bush </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7677889292905129644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7677889292905129644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#7677889292905129644' title='politcal round-up'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4507908389873783616</id><published>2004-06-18T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:01:50.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the "i-don't-give-a-fuck-kids"</title><summary type='text'>I've occassionally shilled for [adult swim] on Cartoon Network here, so I wanted to link to an article from Washington Monthly that is a great study of the programming block's history and significance. Very good analysis about how good things happen when no one cares what you're doing. Check it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4507908389873783616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4507908389873783616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#4507908389873783616' title='the &quot;i-don&apos;t-give-a-fuck-kids&quot;'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3338885588983090063</id><published>2004-06-18T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:00:49.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>christian idolotry</title><summary type='text'>So, there is going to be a Christian version of American Idol. The latest of many Idol impersonators, the Christ Pop folks are predictably behind the curve on this one and jumping on a fad as its already outliving its usefullness. But such is the way of contemporary Christian co-opting of pop culture.Co-opting of cultures, of course, has a long history in Chrstianity. The Catholic scholars I went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3338885588983090063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3338885588983090063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#3338885588983090063' title='christian idolotry'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2500834452436418832</id><published>2004-06-10T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:56:51.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>great expectations?</title><summary type='text'>"I never thought I'd be sitting next to an Iraqi president of a free country a year and a half ago." -George W. BushReally? So as we were preparing to invade Iraq and overthrow its dictator, W. didn't think we'd actually win? Really, what is that quote supposed to mean? Yeah, I know its just self-congratularoty pap, but its also just plain stupid. What did he think was going to happen when he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2500834452436418832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2500834452436418832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#2500834452436418832' title='great expectations?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8581757660557672503</id><published>2004-06-04T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:56:07.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guilt before innocence</title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting to post for a few days on the Scott Peterson trial going on California. No, not to revel in the horrible specticle. But rather, to question why everyone assumes this man is guilty. The way this story has gotten reported on, I'll admit I fell into that trap, too. He had to be guilty, after all. Everyone said so. So it came as quite a shock when I saw reports about the trial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8581757660557672503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8581757660557672503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#8581757660557672503' title='guilt before innocence'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8877566717619132895</id><published>2004-05-28T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:35:11.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in cars</title><summary type='text'>There are some weird cars out there. Not like I have any right to an opinion on automotive aestethics since I don't even have a liscence, but some cars just seem wrong.It all started with the New Beetle. But, while at the time, it seemed like it might run the risk of being a very "in the moment" design, I think its held up well. The design is very classic in its own way, while also anticipating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8877566717619132895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8877566717619132895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#8877566717619132895' title='in cars'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1180785677326736510</id><published>2004-05-26T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:34:32.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there must be a word for this.</title><summary type='text'>My life has been oddly sychronized the last few days. I'm sure there must be a word for this phenomenon that I'm just not clever enough to know, but 3 times in just the last two days I had a weird moment where something came up that I had been talking about earlier. Not ordinary things, either. Let me explain...So, I'm chatting with a nice young woman the other day and she expresses her love for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1180785677326736510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1180785677326736510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#1180785677326736510' title='there must be a word for this.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2385986143077778479</id><published>2004-05-17T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:32:38.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wedded bliss</title><summary type='text'>And in happier news, a hearty congratulations to all of the couples getting Married today in the Commonwealth, who couldn't have done that yesturday. Even if our Governor is being a complete asshole about it, you have my best wishes as you join the completely screwed up institution of marriage. Hope you folks have better luck with it than we heterosexuals.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2385986143077778479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2385986143077778479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#2385986143077778479' title='wedded bliss'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3073140043967583557</id><published>2004-05-17T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:32:05.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>advertising graffiti artists of the world unite!</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm on the train this morning and I look up and see that someone has affixed a sticker onto one of the ad posters on the train. Then, someone else had written onto of the offending sticker with a Sharpee. I didn't think much of it until I realized the writing was very carefully positioned only on-top of the sticker. I figured it'd be worth my while to bother to read the darn things now.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3073140043967583557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3073140043967583557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#3073140043967583557' title='advertising graffiti artists of the world unite!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8486168299404066816</id><published>2004-05-16T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:30:46.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to "the practice"?</title><summary type='text'>There is basically nothing I watch Sunday's at 10pm, especially with Cartoon Network offering nothing worthy in the slot. So, I was flipping and caught the start of "The Practice", the first I've seen of the show since it jumped the shark when it made its two leading characters into murders in the span of a year AND let them both get away with it.When the hell did this show become a sitcom? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8486168299404066816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8486168299404066816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#8486168299404066816' title='what happened to &quot;the practice&quot;?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4117257780440997717</id><published>2004-05-16T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:35:40.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>turkey ham</title><summary type='text'>Okay, weird thing. I just turned on the TV and saw some comedian on Showtime at the Apollo. He started in doing a routine on the absurdity on turkey ham. What I actually wanted, though, was Comedy Central. So I change the channel. What do I get?A completely different comedian, just starting in on a routine on the absurdity of turkey ham.Weird.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4117257780440997717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4117257780440997717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#4117257780440997717' title='turkey ham'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7126349894571313141</id><published>2004-05-13T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:29:03.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know I haven't been posting. Though, no one is probably reading so it all evens out. So this will be a bit of a random assortment of stuff post as I catch up.First off, I will never buy scented Fabreeze again. Well, actually its pseudo-Fabreeze from ALL. God, it stinks. I sprayed it two hours ago and I'm still sick from the smell.Anyway, I was getting very gung ho about going to NYC, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7126349894571313141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7126349894571313141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#7126349894571313141' title='catching up'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5136595586306140292</id><published>2004-05-05T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:35:56.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a hell of a town</title><summary type='text'>I think I mentioned here that I'm looking for an apartment and a 2nd job. Still looking for both, but hoping for an answer soon. Hoping to, actually, as a dearly want to get down to New York City in May.Couple of reasons.  Most importnatly, I want to go to the Whitney Museum of American Art's Biennial Exhibition. I went to the last one in 2002 (part of the post 9/11 NYC tourist boom) and I really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5136595586306140292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5136595586306140292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#5136595586306140292' title='a hell of a town'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8987513105245656092</id><published>2004-05-02T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:25:35.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>earthquake's gonna get you!</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm watching NBC's ratings gimmick, er, TV Movie, 10.5 because I've got a thing for disaster movies. I missed the start when they destroyed Seatle, but I caught the start of the destruction of Northern California. Some of it has been watchable, but other parts have been absolutely embarassing. Especially as it can't seem to stop adding side stories which keep collapsing back onto themselves. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8987513105245656092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8987513105245656092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#8987513105245656092' title='earthquake&apos;s gonna get you!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1625290665754289199</id><published>2004-04-27T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:54:51.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kerry's ribbons</title><summary type='text'>Bush has sent out his minions do to some dirty work and stir up trouble over Kerry lying about throwing away his medals in a major protest after he returned from Vietnam. You seem, Kerry didn't really throw away his medals. He throw away his ribbons. But in 1971, he said medals, so he's a no-good liar who doesn't deserve to be President unlike the saintly G.W. who was obviously doing nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1625290665754289199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1625290665754289199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#1625290665754289199' title='kerry&apos;s ribbons'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5028498551316383490</id><published>2004-04-25T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:53:59.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>low expectations</title><summary type='text'>Hey, remember when I said this was going to be a pop culture blog and I would eventually start a separate blog for politics?Oh, you don't? Well, I once said this was going to be a pop culture blog and I would eventually start a separate blog for politics. Forget I said it. Or, forget I just reminded you I said it. So, forget I just said this. I keep wanting to write about politics and its silly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5028498551316383490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5028498551316383490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#5028498551316383490' title='low expectations'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-548016194973439647</id><published>2004-04-22T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:51:08.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>run for your life</title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't been posting much lately. Sorry. Work has been busy with the end of our concert season. Also I'm just very worn out with looking for a new apartment and trying to find a part-time job. Asking people for things is, lets just say, not a skill of mine. I find it extraordinarily stressful so I'm just generally not in a good mood. It will all work itself out soon, but I'll be happier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/548016194973439647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/548016194973439647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#548016194973439647' title='run for your life'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1328754301228716992</id><published>2004-04-18T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:48:47.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>he's rick james, bitch!</title><summary type='text'>I've really been loving Chappelle's Show this season.  I wrote a very long post about that, but it sucked.  Suffice to say, I'm really loving Chappelle's Show.Oh, and I'm also enjoying those Brawny commercials. You know, the one with the "softer" Brawny and the old-school Brawny. (Softer Brawny: "Look inside yourself. What do you see?" Old Brawny: "A cardboard tube.")This post sucks.  *sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1328754301228716992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1328754301228716992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#1328754301228716992' title='he&apos;s rick james, bitch!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4530603410040592655</id><published>2004-04-14T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:47:20.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain, go the f*** away already!</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, just all this gray is really wearing me down. Man, they weren't kidding about April Showers this year. I know, this is some wonderful drought protection and all and that's good, but I really can't wait for it to be over and for the warm weather to return.My subway train crosses a river on its way into Boston. Aparently the Mystic River, and thats the first time I've bothered to find that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4530603410040592655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4530603410040592655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#4530603410040592655' title='rain, rain, go the f*** away already!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-6015451112079096879</id><published>2004-04-07T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:45:34.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>movie sign!</title><summary type='text'>Again, I further push down my big long post.  I guess its more personal than my previous big fat post so I'm both more interested in other's thoughts and expecting fewer comments. After all, its personal, not a general discussion. But, I need to get over it and start posting again. And since this was supposed to be a Pop Cult blog, I might as well post on the topic. The variet of pop cult? Movies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/6015451112079096879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/6015451112079096879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#6015451112079096879' title='movie sign!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1362387400743865609</id><published>2004-04-06T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:43:51.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let us let you do It yourself</title><summary type='text'>I was reminded of what I still consider the most insane service ever advertised. I'm sure it has a point I'm missing, but I guess that's my point.New from H&amp;R Block! Do your taxes yourself!Um, okay. Close as I can tell, for $35, they'll do the math. Or rather, some computer program will do the math. Now, you can by a well-known computer program to do the math for $20, so I still don't get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1362387400743865609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1362387400743865609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#1362387400743865609' title='let us let you do It yourself'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-6767754720772269730</id><published>2004-04-05T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:52:34.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing important.</title><summary type='text'>So, this has really gotten to be more of a personal blog than a pop-cult blog. Oh, well. I probably could have seen it coming. Though I've touched on politics with Fat Acceptance, I've still mostly left that subject off limits as I do want to start a political blog, still. And this will be for all other wastes of time.I really need to do it soon, though, because I keep wanting to write something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/6767754720772269730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/6767754720772269730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#6767754720772269730' title='nothing important.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4758359195853296517</id><published>2004-03-26T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:40:45.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the feminine manly man.</title><summary type='text'>I realized something about the "Things I'm embarassed about" post. 2 of the 3 are things that are overtly masculine. 3 if you add the unsaid "Is a big baseball fan" since most of my blog readers already know that and were already surprised to hear it. Its definetly an odd quirk about me because I genuinely am that kind of sensitive, poetic, creative guy who is very much in touch with his feminine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4758359195853296517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4758359195853296517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#4758359195853296517' title='the feminine manly man.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8093246061759223584</id><published>2004-03-25T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:37:02.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>top 3 embarassing things about me.</title><summary type='text'>For lack of any better idea, I thought I'd shoot off a post on vaugely embarassing things about myself and my interests that I have generally avoided discussing here. Because, why not. I figure I might as well get them out of the way now instead of occassionally making a point not to mention them.#1. I like the Grand Theft Auto video gamesWhat I can say? Killing prostitutes is fun. Seriously, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8093246061759223584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8093246061759223584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#8093246061759223584' title='top 3 embarassing things about me.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/RofYFlVcFTI/AAAAAAAAACw/PQ6N8T2aveo/s72-c/gta_wrestling_poke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7753460202730518766</id><published>2004-03-24T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T12:14:27.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>generalized housekeeping</title><summary type='text'>Working on a couple posts, either of which I might post later tonight, but I thought I'd just toss off some unrelated blathering now.First off, if anyone knows of anyone looking for an apartment in Boston, please feel free to show them my way. Yeah, I know chances are none to none, but I'm getting desperate. Need to have someone by April 17 or I'm stuck paying for a 2 bedroom on my own in May. It</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7753460202730518766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7753460202730518766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#7753460202730518766' title='generalized housekeeping'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3300099930834567170</id><published>2004-03-23T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:26:33.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things go poorly for blue robot</title><summary type='text'>I was walking down my street tonight when I saw perhaps the weirdest thing I've ever seen lying in the street. Right there in the gutter at the corner was a blue Rock 'em, Sock 'em Robot.This troubles me.It was anywhere near a pile of trash or anything. Garbage Day isn't until Friday, anyway. Besides, it was at the corner, so no one would leave their trash their anyway. Its not like it was with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3300099930834567170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3300099930834567170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#3300099930834567170' title='things go poorly for blue robot'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/RofEaFVcFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/prEVrpo1M2k/s72-c/blue_robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2518427987051386312</id><published>2004-03-21T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:40:39.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who would win?</title><summary type='text'>[adult swim] has been cracking me up with their latest promotion, "Flying Shark vs. Flying Crocodile Week". At first, I just thought it was a joke about the those annoying Shark/Crocodile weeks on the Discovery Channel. I figured [as] was just taking that silly little ratings gimmick and wildly exaggerating it for comedic effect. Very funny, I thought. But then, I find out that the Discovery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2518427987051386312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2518427987051386312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#2518427987051386312' title='who would win?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7941839206501831744</id><published>2004-03-17T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:39:44.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy st. patrick's day</title><summary type='text'>I'm really angry with myself. Inspite of being Irish, I forgot to wear green today. (I've since rectified that situation and am wearing far too much green) Not only that, but I wore orange. If you didn't know, wearing orange on St. Patrick's Day is very, very, very bad. It's a show of disrespect to Irish Catholics. I know, orange is on the Irish flag, but that's because the flag was designed as a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7941839206501831744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7941839206501831744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#7941839206501831744' title='happy st. patrick&apos;s day'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2026762301339909535</id><published>2004-03-15T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:39:01.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>however small</title><summary type='text'>I'm working on an annoucement of a CD my employer is releasing later this month. I've gotten a hold of a review copy of the CD and have been listening to it all day. Its stuff like that which really makes working for a non-profit arts organizatin worth it. Knowing I've got a hand in putting out such a fantastic product. I've had concert fatigue for a while and have been avoiding them for more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2026762301339909535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2026762301339909535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#2026762301339909535' title='however small'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3425740627949261241</id><published>2004-03-11T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:38:07.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am such a geek.</title><summary type='text'>Actually, I'm not really. I just buy like a geek. Just looking back at all my frivalous purchases in the last month and it is such a geek fest. A whopping 20 MST3K DVDs, the latest volume of the Futurama season sets on DVD, the second set of Star Trek action figures, and the exclusive "Adventure" Kermit action figure (aka. Indiana Jones rip-off Kermit). Oh, and some other stuff I'm not mentioning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3425740627949261241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3425740627949261241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#3425740627949261241' title='i am such a geek.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7860065599545815051</id><published>2004-03-08T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:37:29.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what to buy, what to buy.</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling very anxious about money lately. I think I'm overreacting, though, because I've been pretty good for a while now. When I first left my ex-ex-girlfriend, I rang up a lot of credit card debts in the process of getting myself together on my own. I eventually got a loan to pay them off, and haven't carried any credit card debt past the first statement since. But, my savings are very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7860065599545815051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7860065599545815051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#7860065599545815051' title='what to buy, what to buy.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4494460972203376145</id><published>2004-03-07T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:36:25.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>titans, go!</title><summary type='text'>I hate to push down my lengthy discussion of fat sexuality, but it was pretty disorganized anyway so I'm not too broken up. Just I know people don't always check my blog on a regular basis, especially since I've been blogging so in frequently. But anyway...A while back I posted about my love of Cartoon Network, specifically [adult swim]. The other thing I watch faithfully on CN are their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4494460972203376145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4494460972203376145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#4494460972203376145' title='titans, go!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-2238666062511570106</id><published>2004-02-28T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:34:07.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pop cult goes legit</title><summary type='text'>So, last week VH1 aired a special exploring television's portrayals of minorities. Only, it was done in the fashion of their pop culture commentary shows like "I Love the (insert decade)" or "The Best Week Ever" or "TV's Secret Rules". Basically, the usual array of second and third tier celebrities commenting irreverently with visual aids to show what they are talking about. Only, it was also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2238666062511570106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/2238666062511570106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#2238666062511570106' title='pop cult goes legit'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-1175179431482839155</id><published>2004-02-25T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:33:12.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[adult swimming]</title><summary type='text'>I've really been on a Cartoon Network kick lately. Its become the only network I reliably watch. Its weird, too, because most of their programming doesn't interest me at all. All the kiddie toons in the day are fine, but ultimately don't interest me. Most of their anime bores me at best. Seriously, does anyone understand Dragonball Z? That show just weirds me out, and this is from someone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1175179431482839155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/1175179431482839155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#1175179431482839155' title='[adult swimming]'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-242507120330078559</id><published>2004-02-24T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:51:57.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>take that causality!</title><summary type='text'>[adult swim] had one of the best episodes of Futurama tonight: the Emmy Award winning "Roswell that Ends Well". For the uninitiated, Futurama is an elaborate parody of the sci-fi genre. The premise being that a delivery boy gets himself criogenically frozen and wakes up 1000 years into the future. They use the premise to do all sorts of sci-fi comedy, but the show also had a lot more heart than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/242507120330078559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/242507120330078559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#242507120330078559' title='take that causality!'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/Rof3xVVcFUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TUXZgHGCQS8/s72-c/futurama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-8394938912779861940</id><published>2004-02-23T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:27:15.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anime music sucks</title><summary type='text'>What's up with the music in some Anime? Is it just because I don't like Anime, because I think the title songs of some of these shows just sucks so hard its unbelievable. Big O is on [adult swim] right now and reminding me what crap their title song and credits songs are.  Even Cowboy Bebop, which has the closest music around with all this high energy fusion jazz, still has a horrific credits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8394938912779861940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/8394938912779861940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#8394938912779861940' title='anime music sucks'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5350075089896524469</id><published>2004-02-23T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:28:30.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole point of starting this post</title><summary type='text'>I'm really posting up a storm tonight, aren't I? Well, I was about to launch into three more posts, but I won't. I'll deal with them tomorrow. Or, um, latter today. But I wanted to remind myself of what I want to write about, as well as give you all a preview...VH1 adapted their irreverent pop culture commentary format to a serious issue (portrayals of minorities on tv) and it actually worked.New</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5350075089896524469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5350075089896524469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#5350075089896524469' title='the whole point of starting this post'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-7989603105835561754</id><published>2004-02-23T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:12:41.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>those weird quiznos commercials</title><summary type='text'>Those weird Quiznos commercials have been troubling me for a while. You know, the ones with those weird singing creatures. When they first started airing, I tried to find out more about them. It looked very Flash animated and also reminded me of those bizarre singing kitten bumps that VH1 had been running a while back. But, alas, I couldn't find anything. So today, upon seeing the Quiznos ad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7989603105835561754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/7989603105835561754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#7989603105835561754' title='those weird quiznos commercials'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5533110561370533334</id><published>2004-02-21T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:11:29.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i conquer salmon</title><summary type='text'>Been sick since Thursday night so haven't been able to post much. Some damn cold. Literally came down with it as I sat down to dinner Thurday. I've been trying to teach myself to cook Salmon Mignon (boneless Salmon steak) with limited success. I thought I finally had it figured out, and though I got a really nice crust to the Salmon, inside was completely rare. I've actually developed a taste for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5533110561370533334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5533110561370533334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#5533110561370533334' title='i conquer salmon'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-4907050050094178056</id><published>2004-02-19T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:10:35.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe. puppets.</title><summary type='text'>I've been getting into Angel this season as a result of my now ex being into the show. I've actually been rather enjoying it, so I was disappointed to learn its being canceled after this season. Sure, its got its off days, but its generally one of the smarter shows on TV. It also employs the creator of the hilarious superhero spoof, The Tick, Ben Edlund. I love his subversive take on the often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4907050050094178056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/4907050050094178056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#4907050050094178056' title='hehe. puppets.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-570473678112837345</id><published>2004-02-18T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:09:09.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOX hates us</title><summary type='text'>And no, not for the normal vast right-wing conspiracy reasons. FOX, the most unoriginal network on television, has decided to a break from crappy realty shows and are developing a remake. Why go through the effort of ripping off old ideas when you can just DO old ideas. And what did they come up with?Mr. Ed.  The talking horse.Okay, fine. Its FOX. They do this kind of thing. Its not even that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/570473678112837345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/570473678112837345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#570473678112837345' title='FOX hates us'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-3311975314971214757</id><published>2004-02-18T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:07:37.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swearing like an adult</title><summary type='text'>It is so refreshing to see a musical artist who can swear like an adult. Most use profanity like 12 year olds, giggling to themselves every time they say some naughty word and trying to say as much as possible to show how bad they are. I have nothing against swearing, but its not something you do every couple of words. That's something kids do because they are so giddy about saying words they's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3311975314971214757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/3311975314971214757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#3311975314971214757' title='swearing like an adult'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-5024679458314762212</id><published>2004-02-17T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:56:19.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to Marc Summers</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite shows growing up was Nickelodeon's Double Dare, so it always warms my heart that Marc Summers is still on TV. As a little kid, he was that rare breed of cool adult. He's really just a good host. Its obviously what he was born to do. He's just got the touch.A lot of kids show hosts, especially kids game shows like Double Dare, act like they are big kids. Not Marc. He let himself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5024679458314762212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/5024679458314762212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#5024679458314762212' title='an ode to Marc Summers'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107682102729060905</id><published>2004-02-14T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:58:58.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><summary type='text'>A Republican State Senator from Kansas has come out against the 19th Ammendment.  You know, the one that granted women the right to vote.  When invited to an event in celebration of the 19th Ammendment, they declined saying that they wouldn't like what the person would have to say.  Meaning that they felt Women's Suffrage was "not necessarily" a good thing.  In later interviews, they elaborated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107682102729060905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107682102729060905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682102729060905' title='huh?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107664565435104427</id><published>2004-02-12T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:16:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff and stuff</title><summary type='text'>I've been very busy at work and generally disinterested in posting.  Sorry.  Trying to get back in the habit, though, so here I am.Gay Marriage is back in the news in a big way.  Massachusetts has been debating it for the last couple of days with no real resolution in any direction.  The State Legislature is debating a Constitutional Ammendment in response to the Supreme Court (of MA) declaring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107664565435104427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107664565435104427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664565435104427' title='stuff and stuff'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107604481445597632</id><published>2004-02-06T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:22:22.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just some things</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I haven't posted since I announced my break-up.  No, I'm not moping around heartbroken.  Just didn't feel like writing anything else.  Still debating the whole satelite blog thing.  Besides, I've been posting a lot at political blogs so that's been taking up a lot of time.  So, I'm just going to toss off a bunch of random shit today.First off, Amazon.com freaking rules.  I ordered a book</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107604481445597632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107604481445597632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604481445597632' title='just some things'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107535037161521617</id><published>2004-01-28T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T23:27:46.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just thought you'd like to know</title><summary type='text'>My girlfriend and I broke up tonight.  Her call, but I can't say I really had much to disagree with.  Its nice, but its been going nowhere fast.  And she's been a little testy with me lately, and didn't want it to get worse, which is certainly a good idea.  I was feeling about the same way, but I guess I was just hoping to get some of the nice times back again.  I felt like we weren't getting to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107535037161521617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107535037161521617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535037161521617' title='just thought you&apos;d like to know'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107527208430230708</id><published>2004-01-28T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T01:42:57.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>future of a blog</title><summary type='text'>So, I think I mentioned a while back that I've pondering the future of this blog.  My posting has dwindled a lot lately, for a variety of reasons.  Just busy for one.  Also, I'm frankly not interested in posting somewhere where I'm just going to get harrassed by some troll who got here from some fat hate site.  Like, say, NAAFA.  Primarily, though, I'm concerned about pleasing my audience.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107527208430230708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107527208430230708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527208430230708' title='future of a blog'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107518227092702833</id><published>2004-01-27T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T00:46:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbles up one's whoopsie daisy</title><summary type='text'>That damn roaming gnome commercial is addictive.  Every time I hear about how things have gone "doddy bonkers", I get hypnotised.  Must listen to the droll British guy.  Must learn about whoopsie daisies.  Must travel with Travelocity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107518227092702833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107518227092702833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107518227092702833' title='bubbles up one&apos;s whoopsie daisy'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107507748267747378</id><published>2004-01-25T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:39:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the movies</title><summary type='text'>Hey, remember when I used to post silly little pop cult things and people actually read this blog?  Lets try that again...I haven't been to the movies for a couple months.  My girlfriend hurt herself when moving into her new house and has been slow to recover.  A consequence is that she can't really sit for very long so movies have been out of the question.  So, I'm getting a bit pent up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107507748267747378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107507748267747378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507748267747378' title='missing the movies'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107483369068709851</id><published>2004-01-22T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:56:18.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my nomination endorsement</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I have decided to make an endorsement in the Democratic Nominations for President.Yeah, I know you don't care, but I'm doing it anyway.I've been going back and forth between Kerry and Edwards for a while.  I do respect Kerry, but some of his campaigning has annoyed me.  Although I voluneteer and raised money for his senate campaign in 1996, I was having a hard time pulling the trigger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107483369068709851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107483369068709851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483369068709851' title='my nomination endorsement'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107475409909061616</id><published>2004-01-22T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T01:49:46.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing no evil</title><summary type='text'>Big ups to Al Franken for pointing this line out from the SOTU from W.  Like I said, I don't need to be lied to on my Tuesday Night.  How Bush can say this with a straight face is just beyond me.  They have no conception of criticism.  They act like it doesn't exist.  They act like the consequences of their actions are non-existant.  It's just mind blowing.  Anyway, here is what W. said..."For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107475409909061616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107475409909061616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475409909061616' title='seeing no evil'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107466418288967891</id><published>2004-01-21T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T00:51:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a temporary thing</title><summary type='text'>I want to again plug the Romeo Void episode of Bands Reunited on VH1.  It was just a great episode which handed everything so well.  It delt with Debora's size in an honest and respectful manner that was just so great to see.  It was a lot of fun to watch and I just wish we got more concert video.  I suggested to some others that if the series is a hit, VH1 might run the concerts.  Wishful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107466418288967891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107466418288967891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466418288967891' title='a temporary thing'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107466562515668828</id><published>2004-01-21T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:16:10.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>state of the (insert pun here)</title><summary type='text'>One quick comment about the SOTU from W.  (which I didn't watch; I don't need to sit around and be lied to on my Tuesday nights)Remember all of those scary WMD's Bush loudly proclaimed last year?  Think he'd just avoid the issue this year?  Pretend it didn't happen?  Of course not.  Because W. exists in a universe where he can do no wrong and reality will bend to his every word.  So he actually</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107466562515668828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107466562515668828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107466562515668828' title='state of the (insert pun here)'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107457332245181083</id><published>2004-01-19T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:36:47.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not so inevitable anymore</title><summary type='text'>So, the Democratic Nomination has just become a race.  Count me as a little surprised.  I'd spent the last few weeks coming to terms with Howard Dean as my candidate, and now my two favored candidates have turned up the heat.Its looking like John Kerry will win Iowa.  Not only that, but he's going to win with 15% more support than he was polling.  This is huge for a campaign which was looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107457332245181083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107457332245181083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457332245181083' title='not so inevitable anymore'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107446630350993152</id><published>2004-01-18T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T00:12:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never say never</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to pimp for something I think a lot of my readers will be interested in.  Coming this Tuesday as part of VH1's Bands Reunited series they'll be doing an episode on the 80's band Romeo Void.  Why should you care about Romeo Void?Debora Iyall, that's why.  Forgeting for a moment that Romeo Void had some of the most exciting and daring lyrics and music of the day (and even more so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107446630350993152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107446630350993152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107446630350993152' title='never say never'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107423048363487942</id><published>2004-01-15T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:23:11.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>space invaders</title><summary type='text'>You know, I support space exploration, and even I have a hard time with Bush's plea for a Mars mission and a Moon mission redux.  His explanation just rang completely hallow.  Even I know that space exploration is a bit of a waste of money.  Why rush off to spend billions on a project that last I checked wasn't something we could really do?Oh, that's right.  Aerospace contracts.  Don't you just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107423048363487942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107423048363487942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423048363487942' title='space invaders'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107402430157652424</id><published>2004-01-13T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:06:21.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable.  simply unbelievable.</title><summary type='text'>"No President has ever done more for human rights than I have."- George W. BushNow, if you don't hear this absurdly over-reaching boast repeated often (or at all) over the next few days (weeks, months, etc.) then you'll know just what a "liberal" press we have in this country.And yet the Republican encouraged lies about Al Gore saying he invented the internet are STILL being repeated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107402430157652424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107402430157652424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107402430157652424' title='unbelievable.  simply unbelievable.'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107354360388514922</id><published>2004-01-08T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T01:34:37.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wasn't the new republic a liberal mag?</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I know I haven't posted for a week.  I'm afraid I've been sick and the only thing which sufficiently inspired me was the Baseball Hall of Fame voting, and I know you guys don't care about that so no reason to waste all of our time.  Which actually inspired another topic, but I'm still thinking about that.But I wanted to write something.  I've been reading politics blogs for a few days.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107354360388514922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107354360388514922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354360388514922' title='wasn&apos;t the new republic a liberal mag?'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107299143339162326</id><published>2004-01-01T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T16:11:40.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2004</title><summary type='text'>Well, its the New Year.  And you know what that means!  Being inundated by fucking diet ads on TV.  Next week is the Food Network's weight loss week.*groan*Well, the only good thing is that if you change the channel and hope it all goes away, it will.  The networks get the anti-fat crap out of their system in a couple weeks and even the hold-outs won't make it past February, which only leaves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107299143339162326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107299143339162326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299143339162326' title='happy 2004'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107284531559223744</id><published>2003-12-30T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:36:21.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn doctors</title><summary type='text'>So, I had a bad experience with a doctor yesturday.Of course, it was an eye doctor but it does go to show the dangers of doctors abusing their authority.  I went for my first eye exam in about two years.  I've worn glasses since I was 5, so I'm well versed in these visits.  I picked a new guy, because he was close to my apartment and got an appointment for my vacation week.  Just looking for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107284531559223744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107284531559223744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284531559223744' title='damn doctors'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107251771880205634</id><published>2003-12-27T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T04:36:20.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review two years too late</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I finally saw Shallow Hal, only about 2 years after it was released.  Quite a hot-button issue in the fat community with a lot of people making judgements sight unseen, myself included.  You know what?  We were right, and we didn't need to watch this garbage to know that.Everything that upset people at the time was entirely accurate.  The only problem was that some people expected us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107251771880205634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107251771880205634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251771880205634' title='movie review two years too late'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107221334153842127</id><published>2003-12-23T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T04:20:05.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>merry december</title><summary type='text'>I have a couple weeks off to celebrate the season.  Going home for a week and then just hanging around for a week.  Should be a nice relaxation.  Work has been very stressful for a couple months and it hasn't helped that I've been sick off and on.  Lots of little frustrations, too.  It doesn't help that my girlfriend's been so busy with buying a house that I've hardly seen her for weeks.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107221334153842127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107221334153842127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221334153842127' title='merry december'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107206750656364754</id><published>2003-12-21T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T04:20:18.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts #2</title><summary type='text'>I really REALLY REALLY feel bad for any children or young adults who get subjected to a Kidz Bop CD or video.  Have you seen the commercials for these crimes against nature?  Basically, they take pop songz and santize them by way of having them sung by kidz who can't really sing, but you hope no one notices if you get enough of them together to sing in a very large group.  Judging by the video, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107206750656364754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107206750656364754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206750656364754' title='random thoughts #2'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666143.post-107185779790334419</id><published>2003-12-19T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T13:17:32.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom tower unvailed</title><summary type='text'>Final designs for the Freedom Tower complex in NYC were unvailed today.  Still not sure what I think about them.  Some of the renderings make it look stunningly dramatic and others make it look underwhelming.I should preface this by saying that I personally thought they should rebuild the towers as they were.  Aside from being a nice big FU to the people responsible for the destruction of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107185779790334419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5666143/posts/default/107185779790334419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bstu.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107185779790334419' title='freedom tower unvailed'/><author><name>Brian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48Esqp78JNQ/TEjv1lIC6zI/AAAAAAAAATA/t6cT9W5fJbQ/S220/071810_white02.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
