<?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-5883978835290370130</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:35:55.177-07:00</updated><category term='Superman'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Musings (by someone who shouldn't)</title><subtitle type='html'>The title's pretty accurate. I'm not all too qualified to muse.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14575676405383037327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883978835290370130.post-9051677107562690598</id><published>2009-03-25T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:09:49.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So... hey Ron... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for like... Not talking to you for a few months. It's been crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's a lie, I'm sorry. I'm just lazy. I'll try to get right into the musing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pretend this is the title of this post, ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stuff I Hear When I'm Just Strolling Around in Public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're even vaguely human, Ron, I'm sure you've accidentally eavesdropped on random people. I know I have. Here are just a few tid-bits I was lucky enough to hear, in no particular order. (Names have been changed... mostly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's nakey time!" [hallway outside high school boy's locker room]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So he said, 'How was that party? Did anybody fuck?' and someone else said, 'Yeah, Bill's sister and some guy.' And then Bill said, 'Guys, I'm in the car.'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I just call mine 'Little Steve.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'd definitely do the goat. Chickens are too small."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Guys are always telling me they're gay so they can get close enough to touch my boobs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Isn't Guatemala a city in Venezuela? Or is Venezuela that place in Mexico?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Conversation overheard at old job]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Person 1: "So, [Person 2], where do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think Belize is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Person 2: "Africa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Person 1: "Called it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Person 3: "That's not fair, you knew she was a dumbass!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since those were all that I can remember at this point, I guess I'm done. Hopefully I'll have something vaguely entertaining for you next time, Ron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883978835290370130-9051677107562690598?l=musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9051677107562690598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/03/yikes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/9051677107562690598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/9051677107562690598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/03/yikes.html' title='Yikes...'/><author><name>a person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14575676405383037327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883978835290370130.post-8298745796071764036</id><published>2009-01-14T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:33:00.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><title type='text'>My (because I know you all care) Thoughts on Superman</title><content type='html'>I realize this seems to have appeared pretty much out of nowhere, but honestly, I think about it all the time. Call it what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent past, I found myself watching the original Superman TV series with my father. It got me wondering: why does Superman, rather than the usually allotted two-or-three-or-four superpowers, have like a billion? Seriously. There's invulnerability to guns/other attacks, flight, super-speed, super-strength, super-hearing, super-ability-to-remove-glasses-and-look-totally-different-to-everyone, and even X-ray vision (which I will discuss in detail soon). Didn't whatever nerds who created him think, "Hm. Maybe this guy is a little overdone??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take Spiderman, for example. He's spidery. He can climb stuff and shoot webby crap. He has higher senses. See? That's four things. Acceptable. Batman? Well, according to the newest movies, his power is being mega-rich and able to afford whatever the hell he wants, along with fighting skills he acquired via weird Tibetan monastery cult. Iron Man is the same way, but without the fighting skills acquired via blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? These guys actually had to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; something to be superheroes. They had to be scrappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the case with Superman. And here's my little part about x-ray vision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ok, so if it's "x-ray" vision, why can he see entirely &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; things? Wouldn't bones and organs still be visible in a person? I've gotten the whole "It's not real x-rays, it's just a power," but he can't see through lead so it's &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be real x-rays. Wouldn't everyone he looked through end up irradiated and sterile? Isn't that why they cover you with the big lead-filled apron when you go in to get an x-ray? Ok, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue... So I was watching the original TV series. Clark Kent (who is so totally &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; Superman with glasses and a tie...) has terrible sense as to how to disguise himself. He looks exactly the same as Superman but with glasses. That's it. And in every episode, Lois Lane was all, "Clark! There you are! Where were you? You missed Superman! He saved us from [insert cliche]! You always wander off whenever he shows up. Where did you go?"&lt;br /&gt;And Kent replies, "Oh, I was &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt;!" and then winks egregiously at the damn camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Superman is by far, the lamest superhero when it comes to actual back-story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that he's an alien from Krypton, Ron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883978835290370130-8298745796071764036?l=musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8298745796071764036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-because-i-know-you-all-care-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/8298745796071764036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/8298745796071764036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-because-i-know-you-all-care-thoughts.html' title='My (because I know you all care) Thoughts on Superman'/><author><name>a person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14575676405383037327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883978835290370130.post-7016196552236267730</id><published>2009-01-05T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:50:23.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>As I Sit in the Highschool Computer Lab...</title><content type='html'>So, Ron, my friend sitting next to me in the computer lab just let me know that "high school" is two words. I don't like it as two words. It's lame that way. Am I going to conform to normal standards of the spellings of established learning facilities? No. No I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray -&gt; Grey&lt;br /&gt;Favorite -&gt; Favourite&lt;br /&gt;Mop -&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mahp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: if you write out mop like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moooooooooop&lt;/span&gt;," it looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moop&lt;/span&gt;. So it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mahp&lt;/span&gt; and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maahhhhp&lt;/span&gt;.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elem'entry&lt;/span&gt;" just like that, too. That's colloquial. Is that a problem with you, Ron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I didn't think so? You're my fake audience I made up. You're not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, spelling. Don't get me wrong, I can't stand it when someone spells something incorrectly. I only enjoy it when they do it purposefully for comedic and/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt; effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I'm really bored, Ron?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883978835290370130-7016196552236267730?l=musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7016196552236267730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-sit-in-highschool-computer-lab.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/7016196552236267730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/7016196552236267730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-sit-in-highschool-computer-lab.html' title='As I Sit in the Highschool Computer Lab...'/><author><name>a person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14575676405383037327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883978835290370130.post-86203850663931309</id><published>2009-01-03T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:18:04.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Begin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose that it doesn't really matter what's posted on here, because I have some doubts as to who will actually read it. Whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My current dilemma is what to actually publish onto this thing. I mean, should I be one of those rant-y people who write about what really, really pisses them off? Should I be some wannabe philosopher who gives spiritual commentary? How about someone with way too forceful of opinions that I think are universally right for everyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll just try to throw in a bit of everything, from folksy commentary on my terrible, terrible job (rant-y!), to something that should sound deep and meaningful (wannabe Kirkegaard), to uber-opinions (you all know someone like that!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I shall give my fake audience a nickname... How about Ron? That's solid, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, Ron, I hope you keep coming to read what I jot down when I get bored. I know you will. I just made you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5883978835290370130-86203850663931309?l=musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/feeds/86203850663931309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/86203850663931309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883978835290370130/posts/default/86203850663931309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsbysomeonewhoshouldnt.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-begin.html' title='To Begin....'/><author><name>a person</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14575676405383037327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
