<?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-6053531038623952505</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:33:23.683-06:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Wonder Woman'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Halo'/><title type='text'>Aaron's Log</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2906594211385520157</id><published>2012-01-30T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:12:48.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Only Facebook Friends</title><content type='html'>You ever have an awkward moment where you run into an old friend and realize that they don't really think of you as a friend anymore? Maybe you make a joke and they respond flatly as though they really don't care at all?&amp;nbsp;You're happy to see them, but they don't seem to care one way or the other about you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That happens to me every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook doesn't help. It keeps me in contact with people who I otherwise wouldn't see, but for all I know it's one-sided. I'm seeing other peoples' posts, but what if they have me removed from their news feed? Or what if they just don't care?&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a funny comment or say hi, and often times all I get are flat responses or nothing at all. Usually (always) this happens with girls. Guys don't do this; I'm not sure why. I like to think it's because us males are less emotionally wishy-washy, but I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point in most of my friendships with girls where I realize that we're no longer friends; we're only "Facebook friends."&amp;nbsp;Acquaintances, really, who are only friends on Facebook because we met each other once. We're Facebook friends more out of politeness than anything else, and because it might be nice to know when someone is getting married or turning 21, not because we're actually supposed to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why it happens. As near I can figure, it's because people move on with their lives. I don't really associate people with points in my life, exactly, but I understand that other people do. For other people, I'm part of their "high school" life or their "college freshman year" life, and have no purpose in the present. Thus all previous emotional ties are cut—from one end, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to feel a bit inadequate when this happens. Was I not good enough to keep as a friend? Not fun enough? Not sensitive enough? Not attractive enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels sort of embarrassing, too. Like I'm accidentally being rude and overemotional, when I didn't really do anything out of place. I just didn't get the memo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2906594211385520157?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2906594211385520157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/only-facebook-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2906594211385520157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2906594211385520157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/only-facebook-friends.html' title='Only Facebook Friends'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6276537322566616167</id><published>2012-01-11T02:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:12:48.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Inferiority Complex</title><content type='html'>A little over three years ago (November 2008), I wrote up a random not-in-any-order list of 25 things I wanted to do before dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Bungee jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Get a sport motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Finish my book trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Publish my book trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Be a consultant on the films that will be based on my book trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Use the money from my books/movies to build a house with its own secret cave, skylit tower, and moat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Kick someone's boyfriend in the face (I'm not picky; anyone will do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. Figure out how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop. (the world will soon know!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. Figure out what String Theory and Quantum Theory actually mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Chart theoretical 6th-dimensional continuum on a 2-dimensional graph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. Send a terminator back in time to assassinate the person who created "Survivor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12. Dig Captain America out of the glaciers of the North Pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13. Learn Northern Shaolin Kung Fu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;14. Actually start watching Lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;15. Quit watching Heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16. Sky dive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. Catch someone trying to steal a lady's purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;18. Rescue a kitten from a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19. Invent a viscous, elastic molecular adhesive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20. Put someone's stapler in Jello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21. Jump off a railway on a three-story building. (and not die)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22. Tape someone's cellphone to the ceiling so that they run around the room trying to find where the ringing is coming from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;23. Get a Great Pyrenees dog. (those guys are awesome.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;24. Get invited to Skywalker Ranch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;25. namin meleth (wouldn't you like to know! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of that is still true, actually. Anyway, after I'd posted that on facebook, one of my blunter female friends commented: "Really Aaron, you have an inferiority complex."&amp;nbsp;Knowing her, it wasn't sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, she wasn't wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd imagine she was looking at these specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. Use the money from my books/movies to build a house with its own secret cave, skylit tower, and moat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Kick someone's boyfriend in the face (I'm not picky; anyone will do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13. Learn Northern Shaolin Kung Fu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. Catch someone trying to steal a lady's purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see if I can rewrite those with less clever covering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. I want to achieve more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. I wish someone wanted me to be her boyfriend instead of someone else as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13. I wish I were more special in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. I want to do something worthy of being called heroic, mostly so I could feel better about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was twelve or so, part of me has always felt a little inferior or inadequate. In a few things, I was always the best. Writing. Knowing things about Star Trek. Playing Super Smash Bros.&lt;br /&gt;...Okay, so I was good at writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I always kind of felt like I was less important or less wanted than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;When I was fourteen, my best friend and I both liked the same girl. I think she (kind of) liked him, but she deliberately didn't reciprocate his affections because she didn't want me to feel bad. (and because she didn't want a boyfriend at that age, but that's another thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when I was seventeen, a similar thing happened, only it ended up way worse. I came pretty close to being heartbroken. Suffice it to say that I definitely felt like the pathetic boy that no one wanted but everyone felt bad for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took one-night dance lessons for my Senior Prom, my friends and I were in an odd-numbered group, and I think the entire crowd of students there was odd-numbered as well. I managed to quickly grab one of my female friends so I'd have a dance partner, but after a while it was time to let her dance with someone else, so I was left with... no one. Literally, no one. Out of maybe 300 kids, I ended up as the only person leaning against a wall and trying not to look like I wasn't totally dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got into college, most of my friends stopped talking to me for no reason other than they were just moving on with their lives and didn't have much interest in me anymore. And the more I tried to keep in touch, the more they got annoyed, until finally I became a blubbering mess of twisted emotion (rejection, mostly) and they ended up basically writing me off as an over-emotional crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, since my teen years, I've gradually gained more and more weight. Fortunately, because I have pretty broad shoulders, I don't look AS overweight as I actually am. But that doesn't make as much of a difference as you'd think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to spend a ton of my time fantasizing about swordfighting, to the point where I'd imagine ridiculous battles where I'd epically defeat some random jerkface, and the girl he'd been dating would suddenly realize how great I was. My iPod was filled specifically with songs that had epic dramatic rock moments that I could mentally choreograph with those fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are better now. I don't listen to a lot of the same music that I used to because it just seems too dark and angry now. I generally prefer to listen to music that makes me happy. I can't really force my brain to fantasize about those epic battles the same way it used to; I'm a little too rooted in reality now and there's no girl I'm swooning over. I have friends now. Not a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;, per ce, but enough. Thing is, I still have little hints of that stupid inferior feeling. If I see this one girl on facebook, it's sometimes hard not to still feel bad because I know there's probably nothing I could do to make her ever think of me as something special. I kind of feel a bit ashamed of the fact that I was in such a bad state a couple years ago that I actually flunked out of two college semesters in a row, and most of my friends (even the ones younger than me) are already graduating while I'm still a couple years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Inferiority complex. It's something I deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6276537322566616167?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6276537322566616167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/inferiority-complex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6276537322566616167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6276537322566616167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/inferiority-complex.html' title='Inferiority Complex'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2929642864562571847</id><published>2012-01-10T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:12:48.687-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sleepy brain</title><content type='html'>So, funny thing about me:&lt;br /&gt;My brain works really, really fast. Like, ridiculously fast. I'm pretty sure that by technical standards, I'm literally brilliant. I don't say that out of ego; I say it because I've had people (one of whom being a psychology professor) tell me this.&amp;nbsp;And in any case, it's not all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have immense trouble focusing on doing a task that isn't engaging enough to occupy my entire brain at once. If I'm watching a TV show or a movie at home, it's pretty much a requirement that I also be doing something else like surfing the net on my macbook or playing a game with my iPhone. Otherwise I get really fidgety and feel like my brain is going to crawl out of my skull.&amp;nbsp;Over the last several years, it's gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading with all my heart and soul, but I can't focus down on a book and actually finish it. I've been buying books left and right and not finishing them. It's kind of a little heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond just consuming media, though. I overthink things to a ridiculous extent. Sometimes solutions that should be easy evade me because I'm too busy making things mentally complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was eleven, I've had something nearly approximating a mental problem with the way I talk. No matter how well I carefully plan out my sentences ahead of time, sometimes when I speak I blurt things out in a confused rapid-fire burst of ill-pronounced words. Over the years I've realized that it's because I'm always thinking just slightly ahead of where my mouth is. If I need to pronounce "The Hitchhiker's Guide," by the time I've begun saying "the," I'm already mentally at "ker's," thus making my mouth force all the syllables in-between into one blurry jumble of consonants. Most of the time, I can make myself calm down enough to let my speech work properly, but sometimes it takes two or three attempts before I can pronounce something understandably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse than just a speech impediment, though. Just in life in general, I constantly second-guess myself to the point where I seriously just feel bad and lose confidence. I've ended up making bad decisions and looked like an idiot sometimes because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's ADD or what, but there is one thing that helps:&lt;br /&gt;Being tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired, my brain feels like it just &lt;i&gt;works&lt;/i&gt;. And I don't mean just-woke-up tired or I-just-ran-a-mile tired; I mean the kind of tired where you can practically feel your body pulling you towards the floor and pushing you to sleep; where it's hard to keep your eyes open and you feel drugged. That's when my brain slows down enough that I feel fine. I can think about things correctly, I'm not constantly distracted, and I'm even a little more aware of my emotions than normal. I do a lot of my best writing when I'm really, really tired. I can read books perfectly. I can talk without stuttering or repeating myself. I'm a little more confident. It's like all the things I couldn't focus on during the day become clear.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, the only reason I'm writing this is because I'm currently drugged on Benadryl and can actually get this written on virtual paper after months of failed attempts in the past while fully awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I didn't only get this mental clarity right as I'm about to fall asleep. It's really inconvenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really know what to do about it. After writing out all this stuff, it seems like it might actually be something that could be helped with medication or something. But would that be a good idea? Maybe my normally-hyperactive brain is the way I'm &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be? It doesn't feel like it.&amp;nbsp;It sort of feels like driving a Corvette through a forest; it just doesn't work like it should. Maybe I need to find a freeway for it instead? I don't know. I should probably just go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2929642864562571847?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2929642864562571847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleepy-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2929642864562571847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2929642864562571847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleepy-brain.html' title='Sleepy brain'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4952152173791613583</id><published>2012-01-09T00:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:30:52.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Tolerance is the virtue of the man without convictions."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gilbert K. Chesterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance is a word we hear thrown about a lot in today's world. It's synonymous with morality and goodness, to an extent. Being intolerant is basically the same thing as being racist, sexist, or discriminatory in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Google's define function, tolerance is defined as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"1. The ability or willingness to tolerate something, in particular the existence of opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think about this. How many times have you ever heard someone or something accused of being intolerant? Probably a lot.&lt;br /&gt;That's the paradox. By choosing to be "tolerant," you are, in effect, adopting a moral code, specifically the idea that everyone and their beliefs should be accepted in society. However, it's notable that the people who most vehemently preach tolerance generally are the ones who are quickest to label others "intolerant" and demonize them, thereby contradicting the idea of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at that definition again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The ability or willingness to tolerate something, in particular the existence of &lt;b&gt;opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that we're dealing with the stereotypical "religious bigot;" someone who hates gay people and thinks all Muslims are plotting to destroy the Washington Monument with bombs they hide inside their burkas. Should this man be tolerated any less than a Mormon, a Muslim, or a gay or lesbian person? Although most would vehemently disagree with his views, does tolerance not teach that we should be accepting of him and his beliefs, despite our personal dissent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had someone explain it to me like this:&lt;br /&gt;"There's no reason to be tolerant of an intolerant viewpoint."&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't even make sense. If you're being intolerant of an intolerant view, then there's no reason for anyone to tolerate your view either. But, consciously or not, I think that's the way most people approach tolerance. It's not that we're actually tolerant, it's that we're simply tolerant &lt;i&gt;of the views we agree with&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;But, as I said before, pure tolerance should mean that we even tolerate others who we deem to be in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another aspect here that's kind of a slippery notion: the idea that tolerance is the preferable philosophy because absolute truth cannot be known, therefore everyone's beliefs are equally arbitrary. There's a simple flaw in this logic, however. If absolute truth cannot exist, then it cannot be true that absolute truth does not exist. Some people will readily admit this, yet still follow in their idea of relative truth. Or so they say, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone actually believe that truth does not exist? Belief itself is an assumption of truth, therefore this type of belief disqualifies itself. No matter which way you cut it, if you actually believe anything, at all, you do believe in the existence of some kind of singular, absolute truth.&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this and disagreeing with me, think about the fact that you are, right now, believing that I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people out there who simply will not accept this idea because the practically-religious doctrine of tolerance teaches otherwise. But perhaps tolerance is not an entirely correct philosophy. After all, its definition is focused upon others' beliefs and actions. Maybe instead we should focus on the people themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the New Testament, the actions and characteristics listed above are the ways that we should treat all others: with kindness, with respect, with patience, and without the influence of our own personal ego. It does not say that we should be tolerant of immoral beliefs; it instead says that although we can disagree with people's actions and opinions, we should still treat them with unwavering kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the person, not the action or belief. Argue with conviction against bigotry; fight (with words) against hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be tolerant. Be &lt;i&gt;intolerant&lt;/i&gt; of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, love one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4952152173791613583?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4952152173791613583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/tolerance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4952152173791613583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4952152173791613583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2012/01/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2771494162400301093</id><published>2011-12-11T20:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:58:17.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Peace!</title><content type='html'>This is one of the best things I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mvTCr5Z-0lA" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2771494162400301093?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2771494162400301093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/12/star-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2771494162400301093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2771494162400301093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/12/star-peace.html' title='Star Peace!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mvTCr5Z-0lA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8487167096260110274</id><published>2011-10-21T00:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:25:46.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Morrison Explains Realism in Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_8Q0bMuvBME" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8487167096260110274?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_8Q0bMuvBME/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2524806154287484584</id><published>2011-10-12T00:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:59:27.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hunt some ORC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49t4WEyQJEU/TpUsnIfRJ8I/AAAAAAAACU8/5n-bFaBrhVc/s1600/Aragorn_vambraces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49t4WEyQJEU/TpUsnIfRJ8I/AAAAAAAACU8/5n-bFaBrhVc/s400/Aragorn_vambraces.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had the pleasure of introducing The Lord of the Rings to a friend of mine over the last couple days. He'd never seen the films or read the books before, so we started with &lt;i&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/i&gt; film (extended edition, of course, as it should always be). He seemed to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've just spread the good news of Tolkien. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how much I love Lord of the Rings. Sitting down and watching it again for the first time in a long time was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about Lord of the Rings that's really unique. In large part, it's the borderline-ridiculous attention to detail. The level of artistry is just insane. In any other movie, you can simply look hard enough and see the cracks in the illusion. But no&amp;nbsp;matter how hard you look, you will only find more and more detail in Lord of the Rings. Every set is believably built; every prop is intricately crafted with all the same artistry that you'd expect the real thing to have. There's just no end to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like that moment when you see something crazy and have to make sure you're not dreaming. But with Lord of the Rings, there's no pinch to wake you up;&amp;nbsp;you're never pulled out of the story. It's like you're staring through a window into Middle-Earth itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other film series can claim that. Not even Star Wars, practically perfect as it is, can claim that. With Star Wars, you can always find the odd prop in the original trilogy that's obviously a real-world object, or an incredibly off-putting shot of a CG creature. Not so with Lord of the Rings. It just feels &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna watch the other two movies over the week. I'll probably write more then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2524806154287484584?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2524806154287484584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-hunt-some-orc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2524806154287484584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2524806154287484584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-hunt-some-orc.html' title='Let&apos;s hunt some ORC!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49t4WEyQJEU/TpUsnIfRJ8I/AAAAAAAACU8/5n-bFaBrhVc/s72-c/Aragorn_vambraces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-9002946818873732548</id><published>2011-09-23T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:02:13.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Criticism</title><content type='html'>A lot of you probably know how big a part of my life criticism is. I don't mean personal criticism, of course. I mean the analysis and critique of everything from &lt;a href="http://aareviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://trek-reviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;TV shows&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://superherosententia.blogspot.com/"&gt;comic books&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://shiaisententia.blogspot.com/"&gt;video games&lt;/a&gt;. I spend a likely-unhealthy amount of time delving into all this material, and perhaps just as much—if not more—time reading and listening to critical opinion on said media. I read written reviews, listen to a ton of podcasts, and discuss it all on forums.&amp;nbsp;And now I'm thinking that needs to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried to stay positive on things, for the most part. I like to let myself enjoy the stories I watch/read. But that doesn't seem to jive with the rest of the criticism world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.ineffableaether.com/2011/08/24/light-in-the-dark/"&gt;this awesome article&lt;/a&gt; written by George Perez (a huge name in comics writing) about why superheroes don't need to be "dark and gritty." One of his paragraphs caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My son and I went to see Captain America about two weeks back, and it was as enjoyable and delightful a trip to the movies as I can remember in years. My days as a bitchy critic of cinema are long past, mind you, and I’m not interested in posting a review. I could do that. I once did do that. I stopped doing that 20 years ago. The proliferation of people who mistake their opinion for criticism made me stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I read this that something clicked for me.&lt;br /&gt;See, there's a mentality among critics that there is some unknowable standard of "quality" that permeates all art. That through analysis and critique, the "truth" of the art in question can be gleaned. Furthermore, there's a bizarre mob mentality that goes on both in the critic community as well as in general geek fandom where certain stories are simply declared "good" or "bad," and anyone who disagrees with the absolute quality of those judgments is wrong. Now, many critics will deny this. They'll say that "everyone's got a right to their opinion," or something along the lines of "hey, if you like it, good for you." But when it comes right down to it, those people will discuss their subject with a kind of absolute and harsh language that doesn't mesh with what they've just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an indeterminate list of qualities within stories that are known by critics to be good or bad. It rarely matters if a movie actually does something unique with a normally-"bad" story element; critics will still only examine the movie based on a pre-set pattern they've set up to gauge the previously-mentioned "absolute quality." While this vague formula actually does work in most cases, it tends to disallow many critics from actually seeing what makes a story great individually. It doesn't matter if a green-colored rose is beautiful; according to the pre-set formula, roses are NOT supposed to be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been said of the geek community in particular that "there's no gray area."&amp;nbsp;It's impossible to have a discussion about &lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt;, for instance, without immediately resorting to either singing the film's praises or playing devil's advocate by saying that it's overrated. In nearly every case, if a story falls into that medium-level category between "amazing" and "terrible," it automatically falls into the "terrible" category, as far as the geek community is concerned. There's nothing that internet-based geek fandom loves more than to be as negative about the things they claim to love as possible. For someone like me, who tries to look on the brighter side instead of immediately jumping to a negative gut reaction, this makes discussing the things I love online very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, we're currently in Week 3 of 4 in DC Comics' New 52 relaunch. I've enjoyed a good 70% of the books, tolerated about 20%, and hated 10%. But there are a ton of fans out there who have been literally looking for reasons to hate the New 52, and they keep finding singular details in a few books to use as banners for their hatred. I've heard people describe themselves as "livid" over a few details, and constantly throwing out "f*** you"s at DC. A few of those people have jokingly (or not so jokingly) asked me if I actually work for DC, because no one could possibly have a positive outlook on all this. And even though that shouldn't bother me, it does. I've started to realize that I don't necessarily want to be a part of the geek criticism community. I just want to enjoy my stories and discuss them, not go looking for things to hate about them. I don't want to be irrational about anything, and I'm not looking to stick my head in the sand and make myself enjoy something when it's crap, but at the same time I really do think that a huge section of the geek community is merely negative for the sake of being negative. I know many, many highly intelligent people that I respect who do this, and it's really discouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Perez said in his article is true, I think. There's a&amp;nbsp;"proliferation of people who mistake their opinion for criticism." I can deal with people not liking the same stories I do. Really. No skin off my back. But I wish people would be able to realize that their personal feelings are not the end-all be-all of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I really think I'm going to pull out of the criticism community in general. I'll still continue to enjoy the same stories I always have, and I'll probably still throw up reviews of stuff I read/watch, but I'm done with all the debating and all the judgment. I just want to be able to enjoy my stories without having to argue with people who think they're on a holy war to stop the terrible writers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-9002946818873732548?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/9002946818873732548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/09/criticism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9002946818873732548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9002946818873732548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/09/criticism.html' title='Criticism'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7649929009639229670</id><published>2011-09-16T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:14:20.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermodel</title><content type='html'>A supermodel wearing a &lt;a href="http://forcecast.net/"&gt;ForceCast&lt;/a&gt; T-shirt and holding my Luke Skywalker FX lightsaber.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvf8Jr3kh6c/TnQeeINSBII/AAAAAAAACUg/dYDqQVhTVSw/s1600/6154190752_35113b2cf5_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvf8Jr3kh6c/TnQeeINSBII/AAAAAAAACUg/dYDqQVhTVSw/s640/6154190752_35113b2cf5_o.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7649929009639229670?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7649929009639229670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/09/supermodel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7649929009639229670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7649929009639229670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/09/supermodel.html' title='Supermodel'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvf8Jr3kh6c/TnQeeINSBII/AAAAAAAACUg/dYDqQVhTVSw/s72-c/6154190752_35113b2cf5_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1769414032133213501</id><published>2011-09-11T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:12:48.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Gryffindor!</title><content type='html'>So I got into the early-access &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pottermore"&gt;Pottermore &lt;/a&gt;beta. It's got a J.K. Rowling-approved sorting hat quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it put me in Gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHO7dGmuh-o/TmxEsas1nLI/AAAAAAAACUc/rrh7K64PJsM/s1600/GRYFFINDOR.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHO7dGmuh-o/TmxEsas1nLI/AAAAAAAACUc/rrh7K64PJsM/s400/GRYFFINDOR.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1769414032133213501?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1769414032133213501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/09/gryffindor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1769414032133213501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1769414032133213501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/09/gryffindor.html' title='Gryffindor!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MHO7dGmuh-o/TmxEsas1nLI/AAAAAAAACUc/rrh7K64PJsM/s72-c/GRYFFINDOR.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1833120019041400917</id><published>2011-08-31T01:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:16:47.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Woman'/><title type='text'>I saw the Wonder Woman TV Pilot</title><content type='html'>Title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_pbv0VlXvo/TZNj1JJs9II/AAAAAAAAB0k/eX_l0cC69i4/s1600/adrianne-palicki-294km0330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_pbv0VlXvo/TZNj1JJs9II/AAAAAAAAB0k/eX_l0cC69i4/s1600/adrianne-palicki-294km0330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, yeah, I saw the pilot episode of the not-picked-up Wonder Woman TV series. It had unfinished special effects and some questionable editing, but it was maybe 95% there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get the bad stuff out of the way first:&lt;br /&gt;-It's not comics-accurate. It has Diana at the head of a company which merchandises Wonder Woman in order to pay for all of her crimefighting gear and forensics labs for crime-solving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWayKSNWtJ0/Tl3RRWd4jaI/AAAAAAAACUU/cvJI_eUMY8w/s1600/wonderwomanpilot2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GWayKSNWtJ0/Tl3RRWd4jaI/AAAAAAAACUU/cvJI_eUMY8w/s400/wonderwomanpilot2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-The costume is really oversexed. Diana herself doesn't act slutty, but her outfit is extremely revealing. It's low-cut at the top and rides high on her hips when it doesn't need to. It just feels awkward. Also, there are three versions of the suit that are seen: "shiny pants/blue boots," "normal pants/red boots," and "briefs/red boots (the original costume but shinier)." She changes in-between these three costumes with no reasoning, once in-between shots of the same scene.&lt;br /&gt;-Diana kills. In her quest for justice against evil drug-people, she tortures one thug for information, uses another as a human shield in a hallway (causing him to get shot and presumably die), and throws a metal pipe into another thug's throat, killing him instantly. It feels very, very odd. It's not just inconsistent with the comics, it feels inconsistent with the rest of the show.&lt;br /&gt;-Going along with the last point, there's a select few elements of the show that feel a bit too "mature." There's one point where Diana angrily uses crude terms to refer to her overly-voluptuous likeness as a toy doll, and a few scenes with a bit of extreme violence that contrasts bizarrely with the relatively light tone of the show.&lt;br /&gt;-The dialogue isn't that well-done. It's rather bland, in matter of fact. No brilliance whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;-There's nothing really truly remarkable about the show at all. It just doesn't feel quite important or epic enough to deserve the name Wonder Woman. The pilot episode of &lt;i&gt;Smallville &lt;/i&gt;did an amazing job of rooting that show in deep, family-driven drama while staying true to the core of the comics and crafting a story that was perhaps low-scale (being set in a small Kansas town), but felt extremely important. &lt;i&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/i&gt;'s pilot does none of this. It just feels like the show is being run by children playing with makeup and action figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofiV2hyjc6A/Tl2_0Rq__KI/AAAAAAAACUI/qkQk7BWEEHA/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-08-30-23h35m00s20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofiV2hyjc6A/Tl2_0Rq__KI/AAAAAAAACUI/qkQk7BWEEHA/s400/vlcsnap-2011-08-30-23h35m00s20.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Diana is presented as a real, human person. It's acknowledged that she's an Amazon from Themyscira (they even pronounce Themyscira correctly), but she's not the stiff-worded, alienated character that she's shown to be in most modern interpretations. She's a twentysomething young woman who manages to feel like an extraordinary yet still normal person. It feels somewhat like the interpretation of Clark Kent in &lt;i&gt;Lois &amp;amp; Clark: The New Adventures of Superman&lt;/i&gt;. She might go out and "kick dudes in the head" (she actually says that to her cat at one point), but she ultimately goes back to her apartment and relaxes in front of the TV like anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;-There's a lengthy fight scene, that, up until the killing at the end, is actually really cool. It's a bit cheesy, but it &amp;nbsp;works, and it's a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;-She's got decently well-done romantic tension with her (at this point, former) love interest, Steve Trevor. It's vaguely implied that they have the same comics history of him having been a pilot that crashed on Themyscira, but now he's become an FBI lawyer. Maybe it's the fact that I grew up watching J.A.G. and therefore like the idea of fighter pilot lawyers, but I'm okay with this.&lt;br /&gt;-The whole idea of Diana owning a company, as stupid as it is, does make sense from a certain point of view. The Batman comics recently had a similar idea, where Wayne Enterprises publicly funded crime labs for the local P.D. as well as providing crimefighting tech for individuals acting as Batman-themed crimefighters across the globe. Also, in the pilot, Diana is shown to be almost dismissive of her company, as though it's merely the means to an end—that end being bringing criminals to justice.&lt;br /&gt;-Adrianne Palicki definitely looks and acts the part. She's a bit of a younger Wonder Woman (even though she's a good bit older than Lynda Carter was when she played the character), but that works. She's got the exact kind of statuesque elegance that Diana needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrSD-HzVoRQ/Tl3HQEBt1EI/AAAAAAAACUQ/iGt4lKX05XE/s1600/vlcsnap-2011-08-31-00h41m31s213.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrSD-HzVoRQ/Tl3HQEBt1EI/AAAAAAAACUQ/iGt4lKX05XE/s400/vlcsnap-2011-08-31-00h41m31s213.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-She's really really hot.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find another way to say that.&lt;br /&gt;-The show might be mostly unremarkable, but it's at least fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end, I think this actually might have worked. It definitely needed a few changes (make the costume less shiny and revealing, remove the killing and torture, and maybe tighten up the dialogue a bit), but it would have been a fun show.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, it definitely would have been nothing more than a guilty pleasure show. I'd much, &lt;i&gt;much &lt;/i&gt;rather have a show that took itself a bit more seriously. It's clear that the crew behind this show really didn't know what they were doing, other than crafting a story that basically boils down to excuses to put Adrianne Palicki in tight-fitting outfits with a mildly interesting plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have watched every single episode had it aired, but it also probably wouldn't have been that great. Like if you gave me an unlimited supply of cheap store-brand soda. Sure, I'd drink it all the time, but I'd be under no illusions that it was anything special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1833120019041400917?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1833120019041400917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-saw-wonder-woman-tv-pilot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1833120019041400917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1833120019041400917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-saw-wonder-woman-tv-pilot.html' title='I saw the Wonder Woman TV Pilot'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_pbv0VlXvo/TZNj1JJs9II/AAAAAAAAB0k/eX_l0cC69i4/s72-c/adrianne-palicki-294km0330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1416798665056714848</id><published>2011-08-29T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:54:42.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Friends My Age</title><content type='html'>So, this is kind of a funny thing. You'd think it wouldn't be a big deal, but it kind of is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually have that many friends my own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are, at closest, about ten months younger than me. Most of them are actually a good several years younger or older on average. It's a weirdly alienating thing. I'm usually either a big brother or a younger one; rarely an equal. It's actually hard to relate to people who are farther away in age, even if it's only a matter of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm ungrateful for the friends I've got, it's just kind of hard not to feel alone sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1416798665056714848?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1416798665056714848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-my-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1416798665056714848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1416798665056714848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/friends-my-age.html' title='Friends My Age'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7018441551651881546</id><published>2011-08-26T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:47:05.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo'/><title type='text'>Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdgrbiyHECA/Tlh16c2yqOI/AAAAAAAACUE/PT15ScQmvsU/s1600/halo-1907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdgrbiyHECA/Tlh16c2yqOI/AAAAAAAACUE/PT15ScQmvsU/s400/halo-1907.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halo is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It seriously is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why I didn't see it before. I'm guessing it was because all these years before, I'd been trying to play Halo like it was a different game. I grew up on PC first-person shooters predominantly based on the &lt;i&gt;Quake III&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Unreal Tournament &lt;/i&gt;engines, so I had no idea how to play a game that only let you carry two weapons at a time or didn't involve you merely running at enemies with guns blazing. Halo has a sort of ultra-simplistic chess-like quality. You've got a limited amount of ammo for only two weapons (plus grenades) and you have to decide how best to use your skills. Prioritization is the key; dividing up your various skills between your opponents all while paying attention to your recharging shield meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me last year that Halo isn't a shooter in the normal sense of the word; it has an ultra-refined simplicity that one sees generally only in classic games like Mario, Zelda, and the like. Once I understood that, I went back to &lt;i&gt;Halo: Combat Evolved&lt;/i&gt; (the first game, for people who live under rocks) and played it through. It's now one of my favorite games of all time. It's like it finally clicked in my head, and now I understand what the rest of the world saw that I didn't. I absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeRXV9qQ0FA/TlhxGnzasCI/AAAAAAAACT8/P-KwszUXveE/s1600/halo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeRXV9qQ0FA/TlhxGnzasCI/AAAAAAAACT8/P-KwszUXveE/s400/halo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concurrently with my Halo game-playing, I've been reading a ton of the side material for the series, mostly consisting of novels and comics.&lt;br /&gt;The novels are wonderful. They take characters that seem shallow in the games and give them depth. They give the universe detail and texture. They just make everything better. The comics are less consistent. It's like no one is really doing any quality control or trying to make everything in the comics congruous with the rest of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo is a kind of special event. Its fans treat it with the same kind of reverence and love usually bequeathed upon movies like Star Wars. Playing Halo with friends is like playing a backyard sport. It's just for fun, but there's definitely a degree of skill to be gained and utilized effectively. It's got a perfectly-balanced focus on casual fun and competition, so no matter who you are or what you want to do with the game, you can enjoy it. That's something that other games can't seem to get quite right. Call of Duty seems to lean way too far towards the competitive side, while some other games just aren't fun for more skilled players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more facet of Halo that truly makes it special: the music. Martin "Marty" O'Donnell does much the same for Halo that John Williams did for Star Wars decades ago. His music breathes life into the universe and stands alongside the greatest soundtracks of all time—gaming or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e6JK3fhYE1w" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8QKvFYQaOkw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/15Q9jcm3eGg" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(skip to 0:53 and turn your sound WAY up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JFOJ13sw8o4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To your ears:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7018441551651881546?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7018441551651881546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/halo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7018441551651881546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7018441551651881546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/halo.html' title='Halo'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdgrbiyHECA/Tlh16c2yqOI/AAAAAAAACUE/PT15ScQmvsU/s72-c/halo-1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1648932568721972758</id><published>2011-08-20T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T00:26:40.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC: The New 52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://furiousfanboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/dc_relaunch_00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://furiousfanboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/dc_relaunch_00.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I &lt;a href="http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/06/dc-comics.html"&gt;mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;, DC Comics is rebooting their universe in September with 52 all-new #1 issues. It's not a "hard reboot" in that a lot of the major events from the comics' history will remain intact (mostly in the cases of Batman and Green Lantern), but everything is now up for grabs and most of the DCU probably won't be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nMk65ULWnrc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on actually reading every single #1 issue. I probably won't keep reading them all, but I'm definitely going to give each of them a try. I figured I'd list them all, along with my preliminary thoughts. I don't expect anyone else to understand anything I'm saying, so don't feel bad if you just want to stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(visit &lt;a href="http://thenew52.com/"&gt;TheNew52.com&lt;/a&gt; for story info)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are divided into 7 "families:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Superman books are completely being redone, with very little continuity staying at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/07/AC_Cv1_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/07/AC_Cv1_final.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action Comics #1&lt;/b&gt; by Grant Morrison and Rags Morales&lt;br /&gt;Grant Morrison is pretty much the undisputed master of Superman writing at the moment. This is probably the book I'm looking forward to the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/superman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/superman-1.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superman #1&lt;/b&gt; by George Pérez and Jesus Merino&lt;br /&gt;Definitely interested to see where this goes. They're definitely shaking up the current Superman status quo, while also returning to the classic Superman/Lois/Clark love triangle, which should be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/superboy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/superboy-1.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superboy #1&lt;/b&gt; by Scott Lobdell and R.B. Silva and Rob Lean&lt;br /&gt;No idea if this is going to be any good, but a similar concept appeared on the Young Justice TV series not too long ago, and it seems to be working pretty well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/supergirl-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/supergirl-1.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Supergirl #1&lt;/b&gt; by Michael Green and Mike Johnson&lt;br /&gt;It's basically an "alien girl lost on Earth" story, which sounds interesting. The art looks pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Batman books are mostly retaining their recent continuity, so it looks like I'll need to brush up on my Batman book-reading a bit before starting this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batman-1.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman #1&lt;/b&gt; by Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Snyder is a master at telling dark, deep, and disturbing detective stories. This is definitely one of my top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batgirl-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batgirl-1.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batgirl #1&lt;/b&gt; by Gail Simone, Ardian Syaf and Vicente Cifuentes.&lt;br /&gt;I am SO EXCITED that Barbara Gordon (the original Batgirl; the redheaded one from the 60s show and the animated series) is back in her original role. Another of my top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batman-and-robin-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batman-and-robin-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman And Robin #1&lt;/b&gt; by Peter Tomasi and Patrick Gleason&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the rare books that actually is continuing somewhat from the story before, and I'm not up-to-date on my B&amp;amp;R comics. Still, though, I think I might do my best to catch up on B&amp;amp;R just so I can read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batman-the-dark-knight-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batman-the-dark-knight-1.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman: The Dark Knight #1&lt;/b&gt; by David Finch&lt;br /&gt;Before this reboot, Batman: The Dark Knight was supposed to be a book centering on Batman fighting magical and supernatural threats, which isn't at all something he's used to or comfortable with. I'm not sure if this is supposed to be based on the same concept, but either way I'll give it a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batwing-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batwing-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batwing #1&lt;/b&gt; by Judd Winick and Ben Oliver&lt;br /&gt;An African Batman-type hero fighting threats unique to Africa? Sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batwoman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/batwoman-1.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batwoman #1&lt;/b&gt; by J.H. Williams III, Haden Blackman and Amy Reeder&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read any of the Batwoman comics before, but I hear they're great, so I'll eventually check them out. Hopefully in time to read this issue at its release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/birds-of-prey-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/birds-of-prey-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birds Of Prey #1&lt;/b&gt; by Duane Swierczynski and Jesus Saiz&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know much about this series, and what I've heard hasn't hooked me. But Birds of Prey has been a critically-lauded series in the past, so I'll see if this one is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/catwoman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/catwoman-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catwoman #1&lt;/b&gt; by Judd Winick and Guillem March&lt;br /&gt;Totally reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/detective-comics-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/detective-comics-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detective Comics #1&lt;/b&gt; by Tony Daniel&lt;br /&gt;More Batman! Yay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/nightwing-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/nightwing-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nightwing #1&lt;/b&gt; by Kyle Higgins and Eddy Barrows&lt;br /&gt;As my username might suggest, I looooooove Nightwing. But this new red costume makes him look more like Nightwing's evil twin. Oh well; I'm still hopeful the book will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/red-hood-and-the-outlaws-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/red-hood-and-the-outlaws-11.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Hood And The Outlaws #1&lt;/b&gt; by Scott Lobdell and Kenneth Rocafort &lt;br /&gt;I hear this is supposed to be a more comedic take on gunslinging anti-heroics. Sounds pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one might actually be keeping every bit of its continuity from its recent 6-year run. Fortunately, I've read that entire run, so I'm good to go on these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/07/GL.01.covercolorfinal_askldjhfaklsjdhfksjhfjkasdjkfh3453290458yhthk3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/07/GL.01.covercolorfinal_askldjhfaklsjdhfksjhfjkasdjkfh3453290458yhthk3.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green Lantern #1&lt;/b&gt; by Geoff Johns, Doug Mahnke and Christian Alamy&lt;br /&gt;Definitely reading this. I'm very interested to see how the recent mega-twist in the story plays out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/green-lantern-corps-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/green-lantern-corps-1.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green Lantern Corps #1&lt;/b&gt; by Peter J. Tomasi, Fernando Pasarin and Scott Hanna&lt;br /&gt;GLC has always been a great book. Looking forward to reading it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/08/NewGuardians01covercolor2_aksdjfhalsd8f7l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/08/NewGuardians01covercolor2_aksdjfhalsd8f7l.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green Lanterns: New Guardians #1&lt;/b&gt; by Tony Bedard, Tyler Kirkham and Batt&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that they've finally put the rainbow of various-colored lanterns in their own separate book so they don't dominate the main books anymore. And a GL book with Kyle Rayner as the lead character? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/red-lanterns-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/red-lanterns-1.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Lanterns #1&lt;/b&gt; by Peter Milligan, Ed Benes and Rob Hunter. &lt;br /&gt;The Red Lanterns are mostly people who just snarl and vomit space acid. So I'm not really sure how a book focusing exclusively on them will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Justice League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/08/JL01_CVR_FINAL_sdaflkjhasldkufylwkjh2981740782134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/08/JL01_CVR_FINAL_sdaflkjhasldkufylwkjh2981740782134.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justice League #1&lt;/b&gt; by Geoff Johns and Jim Lee&lt;br /&gt;Top 5. Geoff Johns and Jim Lee might be the two best creators DC has (alongside Grant Morrison), so the fact that they're collaborating on DC's flagship book is perfect. It looks to be a little more popcorn-blockbustery than Action Comics, but this will probably be the best-looking book out of the 52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/justice-league-international-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/justice-league-international-1.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justice League International #1&lt;/b&gt; by Dan Jurgens and Aaron Lopresti&lt;br /&gt;I'm not real familiar with the JLI, but I'm interested to read this. If anything, its ongoing story connections with the main Justice League book will be cool to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/aquaman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/aquaman-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquaman #1 &lt;/b&gt;by Geoff Johns and Ivan Reis &lt;br /&gt;Geoff Johns has a way of making Aquaman awesome, and Ivan Reis is up there with Jim Lee as one of the best artists in the industry. This is a definite read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/253/80012269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/253/80012269.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wonder Woman #1&lt;/b&gt; by Brian Azzarello #1 and Cliff Chiang &lt;br /&gt;I know very little about the specific story for this book, but I really hope it's good. I've been waiting for a great, definitive Wonder Woman story for years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/the-flash-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/the-flash-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flash #1&lt;/b&gt; by Brian Buccellato and Francis Manapul &lt;br /&gt;Francis Manapul is an artistic genius, and one of my favorites. His recent run on Flash was extremely fun, and this looks to be much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/captain-atom-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/captain-atom-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Captain Atom #1&lt;/b&gt; by JT Krul and Freddie Williams II &lt;br /&gt;I've always found Captain Atom rather interesting. I'll be interested to see how they do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/the-fury-of-firestorm-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/the-fury-of-firestorm-1.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fury Of Firestorm #1&lt;/b&gt; by Brian Clevinger Gail Simone, Ethan Van Sciver and Yildiray Cinar. &lt;br /&gt;No idea what this is, but it's Gail Simone co-writing, so it's gotta be funny at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/green-arrow-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/green-arrow-1.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green Arrow #1&lt;/b&gt; by JT Krul and Dan Jurgens &lt;br /&gt;Really interested in this one. Green Arrow's new ultra-cool costume design is awesome, and I'm really looking forward to seeing how the character is reinvented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/the-savage-hawkman-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/the-savage-hawkman-1.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Savage Hawkman #1&lt;/b&gt; by James Robinson Tony Daniel and Philip Tan&lt;br /&gt;HAWKMAN SMASH.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/mister-terrific-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/mister-terrific-11.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr Terrific #1&lt;/b&gt; by Eric Wallace and Roger Robinson &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Terrific is supposed to be one of those characters that no one realizes is actually amazing, so this should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/dc-universe-presents-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/dc-universe-presents-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DC Universe Presents #1&lt;/b&gt; by Paul Jenkins and Bernard Chang&lt;br /&gt;An anthology series focusing on random minor characters from the DCU? Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystical, darker side of the DC heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/justice-league-dark-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/justice-league-dark-1.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justice League Dark #1&lt;/b&gt; by Peter Milligan and Mikel Janin &lt;br /&gt;Zatanna, Deadman, and John Constantine on the same team? Aw, yeah. Bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/animal-man-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/animal-man-1.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal Man #1&lt;/b&gt; by Jeff Lemire, Travel Foreman and Dan Green &lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know that much about Animal Man, but I hear that he's actually a really great character. And apparently this is an almost straight-up horror book? Sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/demon-knights-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/demon-knights-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demon Knights #1&lt;/b&gt; by Paul Cornell, Diogenes Neves and Oclair Albert &lt;br /&gt;A medieval-era book featuring Etrigan the Demon fighting evil magical threats. VERY excited to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/swamp-thing-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/swamp-thing-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swamp Thing #1&lt;/b&gt; by Scott Snyder and Yanick Paquette&lt;br /&gt;I actually know very little about Swamp Thing, but apparently he's one of the best comic characters of all time? I'm gonna have to read up on his history before reading this. It certainly looks different enough to be worth reading, and Scott Snyder is a perfect for the dark tones this book is supposed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/07/Frankenstein-Agent-of-SHADE-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/07/Frankenstein-Agent-of-SHADE-12.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frankenstein: Agent Of SHADE #1&lt;/b&gt; by Jeff Lemire and Alberto Ponticelli &lt;br /&gt;This sounds so bizarre that it has to be worth reading. Looks like it might have a Hellboy vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/resurrection-man-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/resurrection-man-1.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resurrection Man #1&lt;/b&gt; by Dan Abnett, Andy Lanning and Fernando Dagnino &lt;br /&gt;I've only ever read one story with Resurrection Man, but he was totally interesting. This definitely has a shot at being cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/i-vampire-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/i-vampire-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I, Vampire #1&lt;/b&gt; by Josh Fialkov and Andrea Sorrentino &lt;br /&gt;I literally know nothing about this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC's&amp;nbsp;villains,&amp;nbsp;anti-heroes, and general non-Justice League heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/stormwatch-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/stormwatch-1.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stormwatch #1&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Paul Cornell and Miguel Sepulveda.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know any of the characters aside from one, but I hear in the first story arc they FIGHT THE MOON. Yeah. The moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/voodoo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/voodoo-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voodoo #1&lt;/b&gt; by Ron Marz and Sami Basri. &lt;br /&gt;No idea what this is supposed to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/blackhawks-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/blackhawks-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blackhawks #1&lt;/b&gt; by Mike Costa and Ken Lashley&lt;br /&gt;The Blackhawks are one of my favorite parts of the WWII-era DC universe, so I'm really looking forward to seeing how they're reinvented as a modern team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/all-star-western-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/all-star-western-1.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;All-Star Western #1&lt;/b&gt; by Jimmy Palmiotti, Justin Grey and Meridat.&lt;br /&gt;Jonah Hex is already an interesting character. Throw in the fact that this first story is going to intersect with Old West Gotham City and the Batman history, and this is looking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/deathstroke-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/deathstroke-1.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deathstroke #1&lt;/b&gt; by Kyle Higgins, Joe Bennett and Art Thibert.&lt;br /&gt;Deathstroke is one of the most entertaining villains in the DCU. I really hope this series is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/grifter-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/grifter-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grifter #1&lt;/b&gt; by Nathan Edmondson &lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know anything about this character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/omac-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/omac-11.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMAC #1&lt;/b&gt; by Dan DiDio and Keith Giffen&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I really have any faith in either this book's concept or its writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/men-of-war-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/men-of-war-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men Of War #1&lt;/b&gt; by Ivan Brandon and Tom Derenick. &lt;br /&gt;Much like the Blackhawks, this is a WWII concept (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sgt._Rock"&gt;Sgt. Rock&lt;/a&gt;) revived for the modern age. So, basically, it's Sgt. Rock: Modern Warfare. I heartily approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/suicidesquad_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/suicidesquad_cover.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suicide Squad #1&lt;/b&gt; by Adam Glass and Marco Rudy&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of the Suicide Squad. But why are Harley Quinn and King Shark on the team? Oh well. Might as well be happy that Deadshot's on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Young Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenage heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/teen-titans-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/teen-titans-11.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teen Titans #1&lt;/b&gt; by Fabian Nicieza Scott Lobdell, Brett Booth and Norm Rapmund &lt;br /&gt;I really, really want this to be good. I love Tim Drake, Conner Kent, and Bart Allen. I want them to be done justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/blue-beetle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/blue-beetle.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Beetle #1&lt;/b&gt; by Tony Bedard and Ig Guara&lt;br /&gt;Blue Beetle is a really fun character. Looking forward to seeing what happens with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/static-shock-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/static-shock-1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Static Shock #1&lt;/b&gt; by John Rozum, Scott McDaniel&lt;br /&gt;Static is long overdue for his own series in the main DCU. Super-happy to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/hawk-and-dove-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/hawk-and-dove-1.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hawk And Dove #1&lt;/b&gt; by Sterling Gates and Rob Liefeld&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to read a good Hawk and Dove series for a while. Definitely interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/legion_lost_cv1n78dfcx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/legion_lost_cv1n78dfcx.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legion Lost #1&lt;/b&gt; by Fabian Nicieza and Chris Batista? Pete Woods &lt;br /&gt;I'm not familiar with any of these characters, but the story sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/legion-of-super-heroes-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/06/legion-of-super-heroes-1.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legion of Superheroes #1&lt;/b&gt; by Paul Levitz&lt;br /&gt;The LoS is one of my favorite elements of the DC universe. This book isn't supposed to be touched by the reboot, but I haven't been able to get into any Legion comic stories, so hope it'll still be put at a place where new readers can jump in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew*&lt;br /&gt;I need a break now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1648932568721972758?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1648932568721972758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/dc-new-52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1648932568721972758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1648932568721972758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/dc-new-52.html' title='DC: The New 52'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nMk65ULWnrc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5980492086390421930</id><published>2011-08-14T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:54:42.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Saw a pretty girl with her boyfriend at church today. Made me depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5980492086390421930?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5980492086390421930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/bleh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5980492086390421930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5980492086390421930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7160215717502310842</id><published>2011-08-04T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:42:48.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KX8ndN8UrMo/TjsDLSj1lJI/AAAAAAAACSM/E39DKFYvajM/s1600/mos-0001rv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KX8ndN8UrMo/TjsDLSj1lJI/AAAAAAAACSM/E39DKFYvajM/s400/mos-0001rv.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu4tNl1Q3U4/TjsDvnqgyeI/AAAAAAAACSQ/OjugV8GSfDg/s1600/ManofSteelprofile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu4tNl1Q3U4/TjsDvnqgyeI/AAAAAAAACSQ/OjugV8GSfDg/s640/ManofSteelprofile.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7160215717502310842?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7160215717502310842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/man-of-steel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7160215717502310842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7160215717502310842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/08/man-of-steel.html' title='Man of Steel'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KX8ndN8UrMo/TjsDLSj1lJI/AAAAAAAACSM/E39DKFYvajM/s72-c/mos-0001rv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4851608552761816351</id><published>2011-07-31T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T02:30:24.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>So I've discovered something recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird thing. I didn't start watching the movies or reading the books until I was 16 or 17, and even then I mostly only thought it was "pretty cool." And afterward, I watched each film as it came out, read the first three books, but mostly kept HP off to the side. It wasn't really anything nearly as beloved to me as Star Wars, Star Trek, superheroes, Lord of the Rings, or anything else like that. But now that the final film's come out, I've been going back over the HP films and books, delving deep into all that lore and culture. And I've found that I really do love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of the magic, the imaginary creatures, or the epic plot. Those things make up the empty shell of Harry Potter; the lifeless body of it. What gives Harry Potter life, however, is the characters. It's those people that you grow to care about over the course of seven years. Their friendship is the stuff of epic legend, yet feels completely real.&amp;nbsp;Furthermore, the world of Harry Potter is such that it encourages its young readers to imagine themselves and their friends in similar positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfamiliar, the characters in Harry Potter attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and once there are sorted into one of four "houses," each with its own traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgRmrru4oN0/TjW3M_jDOxI/AAAAAAAACRA/1TGZKOvIrYc/s1600/gryffindor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgRmrru4oN0/TjW3M_jDOxI/AAAAAAAACRA/1TGZKOvIrYc/s200/gryffindor.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those in Gryffindor value bravery, courage, and chivalry above all else. They're usually the most "heroic" of the four houses, and most of the main characters in HP are Gryffindors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hufflepuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwOTVba-X-8/TjW3NbgiRXI/AAAAAAAACRE/thjV-6rzNkQ/s1600/Hufflepuff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwOTVba-X-8/TjW3NbgiRXI/AAAAAAAACRE/thjV-6rzNkQ/s200/Hufflepuff.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hufflepuffs value friendship and acceptance. They're the most laid back of the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ravenclaw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7oCSrWdQuxk/TjW3NlG5LPI/AAAAAAAACRI/iEbGKDycOEc/s1600/ravenclaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7oCSrWdQuxk/TjW3NlG5LPI/AAAAAAAACRI/iEbGKDycOEc/s200/ravenclaw.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ravenclaws value cleverness and wit above all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slytherin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoT-ORIP3cI/TjW3N7Si3OI/AAAAAAAACRM/uhJ8fciC2f4/s1600/Slytherin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uoT-ORIP3cI/TjW3N7Si3OI/AAAAAAAACRM/uhJ8fciC2f4/s200/Slytherin.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Slytherins value ambition, cleverness, and a disregard for the rules. They're also usually evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really remarkable just how much the idea of the four houses factors into Harry Potter fandom. Nearly every HP fan knows what house he or she would fit into, and friendships all over the world are given a sense of&amp;nbsp;camaraderie&amp;nbsp;(and friendly rivalry) through this fun element of the HP universe.&lt;br /&gt;When I went to see the 7th film at the midnight theater showing, a huge portion of the teenagers in attendance were wearing the &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/hpscarf02.jpg"&gt;signature colored scarves&lt;/a&gt; showing their house allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sense of identity might have been what I didn't quite connect to with Harry Potter initially. Every other fandom I've got comes with that identity.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I would be in the Star Wars universe: a Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I'd be in the Star Trek universe: a Starfleet officer; command division.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I'd be in the Lord of the Rings universe: a knight of Gondor.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I'd be in the DC Comics universe: Superman. (or so I'd hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was a good bit younger when I first discovered Harry Potter, and didn't really know myself as well then. Was I a Gryffindor? Possibly. I always admired the brave characters. Was I a Ravenclaw? Maybe. I value my intelligence quite a bit. Then again, I loved my friends more than most anything at the time, so maybe Hufflepuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April of last year, I went through a church seminar focused on self-examination through group interaction. If that sounds vague, then yeah, it is. It's hard to explain. Anyhow, the point is that at the end of the seminar, each of the twenty-something people there were given new nametags to replace the ones they'd been wearing for the last two weekends. These new cards were simple descriptive words—titles, basically—that the staff felt defined someone's real inner strength. This was mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2E8Ok_UDGM/TjYBqP0hpKI/AAAAAAAACRY/6hSedsh7rAM/s1600/IMG_2627.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2E8Ok_UDGM/TjYBqP0hpKI/AAAAAAAACRY/6hSedsh7rAM/s200/IMG_2627.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;I always sort of doubted my boldness, partially because I wasn't sure if I really was bold, but also because I didn't want to inadvertently become arrogant or prideful. But to actually have other people get to know me really well over a couple of weekends, and then give me that name? That was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I also got knighted by the sword of Aragorn. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, and after seeing the last two Potter films, I realized that Gryffindor really was where I'd fit. And somehow, that makes it all so much more personal. Those ideals—courage, bravery, chivalry—they're ideas that I can remind myself of when the need arises. Simple moral ideas that can stick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recognition of this realization (and because I wanted a new desktop wallpaper), I put this together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUeE-eceVAQ/TjYT0jQnnKI/AAAAAAAACRc/KjQA8y0v1TY/s1600/gryffindor_wallpaper_wave2_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUeE-eceVAQ/TjYT0jQnnKI/AAAAAAAACRc/KjQA8y0v1TY/s400/gryffindor_wallpaper_wave2_1280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, by complete coincidence, today is Harry Potter's (and J.K. Rowling's) birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4851608552761816351?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4851608552761816351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4851608552761816351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4851608552761816351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgRmrru4oN0/TjW3M_jDOxI/AAAAAAAACRA/1TGZKOvIrYc/s72-c/gryffindor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7476320480910367280</id><published>2011-07-11T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:31:27.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted much of anything here in a long while. I can't really explain why. I guess I just haven't had much to write about over the past year or two. I've been keeping up with some of my other writing projects, but haven't had much to say on my personal blog. Maybe it's just that nothing major's been going on; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bore anyone with more of my thoughts on all the geek-related TV shows, comic books, and movies that I'm into, unless it's something really remarkable. Like Wonder Woman's pants. I think I get really annoyed at the fact that people think of me as "the Star Wars/Star Trek/Superhero/Video Game guy." About a year ago, an old friend from high school found me on facebook. She IMed me and said "Hey Superman! :)" Now, this was because in high school, I wore a Superman T-shirt constantly, and "Superman" was a loose nickname of mine. I liked that a lot at the time. Heck, I encouraged it. But when my friend called me Superman last year, it just... bothered me. I'd like people to actually think of me as &lt;i&gt;Aaron&lt;/i&gt;, not label me with whatever geeky interests I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I hadn't actually intended to write all that. That was random. Okay, what else do I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess that's it. I haven't been writing on here because I don't have anything to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7476320480910367280?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7476320480910367280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/07/blank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7476320480910367280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7476320480910367280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/07/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5717135194740668103</id><published>2011-06-03T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:00:02.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Comics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8wxVPPbnts/Tej23qFrXOI/AAAAAAAACGs/81bdDZ-Be_U/s1600/300px-Dc2005.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8wxVPPbnts/Tej23qFrXOI/AAAAAAAACGs/81bdDZ-Be_U/s1600/300px-Dc2005.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DC Comics announced on Tuesday that after the conclusion of their &lt;i&gt;Flashpoint&lt;/i&gt; story event (which runs from May through August), the entire main DC Universe will be rebooted. That is to say that the entire universe will be "updated." The history of the universe will be rewritten (to varying degrees), characters will be at different (likely earlier) points in their lives, costumes will be updated, and all manner of other details will be altered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we're getting, come Fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUrnjqS3wdg/TejvPtuN3lI/AAAAAAAACGo/w6Z5eV-i2OI/s1600/jl_cv1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUrnjqS3wdg/TejvPtuN3lI/AAAAAAAACGo/w6Z5eV-i2OI/s640/jl_cv1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the cover to &lt;i&gt;Justice League #1&lt;/i&gt;. It's finally reuniting the classic team of Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Green Lantern (Hal Jordan), and the Flash (Barry Allen) which is six out of the seven original team members. Also, they've apparently brought in Cyborg, a former member of the Teen Titans. Which is cool, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the little costume changes. Batman has armored gauntlets. Superman has a collar, and he may or may not have lost the red briefs. Flash has a slightly redesigned cowl. Cyborg is sleeker and spikier. WONDER WOMAN HAS STUPID PANTS. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of comic fans are going CRAZY over this news. After all, it means that pretty much everything that's ever been written after 1986 (when the last DC reboot happened) might be changed. DC's also re-numbering every single book and starting over from #1, so Action Comics and Detective Comics—the books that launched Superman and Batman, also the two longest-running comics in history, currently at #901 and #877, respectively—will perhaps never reach their one-thousandth numbered issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been read by some comic fans as a slap in the face from DC, who are tearing apart the beloved stories from the past 25 years in order to make things easier for new comic readers to jump in. In essence, DC is supposedly sacrificing their current fanbase in order to make room for newer readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't think that's true at all, and I couldn't be happier with this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that comic continuity needed to be rebooted to make room for new readers. After all, most comics are very hard to get into if you're unfamiliar with the decades-long history already in place. Furthermore, comics are a very, very unknown, tiny, and oft-overlooked industry. Even the absolute top-selling books out there never break a million issues sold. Most high-selling titles only get into the tens of thousands, and a big event book is lucky to break into the hundred-thousands.&lt;br /&gt;Comics need to be available to the masses; characters like Superman and Batman should be able to be read by millions or billions of people, not mere thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, there's no reason to sacrifice the integrity of the story that's being told, either. The interesting thing about DC Comics is that its characters are more archetypal and ideal-driven than Marvel's. It's the characters and the ideals behind them that make DC stories work, not the years of continuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as long as those characters are the same at their core as they always have been, this is not only a good move for DC; it's a wonderful thing for the entire comic book art form. And, so far, judging by various comments from people at DC, it really seems like they're doing just that. Except for Wonder Woman's stupid pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5717135194740668103?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5717135194740668103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/06/dc-comics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5717135194740668103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5717135194740668103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/06/dc-comics.html' title='DC Comics'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n8wxVPPbnts/Tej23qFrXOI/AAAAAAAACGs/81bdDZ-Be_U/s72-c/300px-Dc2005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4011248674393347215</id><published>2011-05-31T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:38:42.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimalist Design</title><content type='html'>So there's this artist, Justin Van Genderen. He does minimalist art in the form of posters. I absolutely love some of the stuff he's done. These are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/0af68378-f664-4704-96f0-c2e17b729b35/uploadedartwork/650X650/41c15611-e3de-4ba6-a710-cdc2136c51e8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/0af68378-f664-4704-96f0-c2e17b729b35/uploadedartwork/650X650/41c15611-e3de-4ba6-a710-cdc2136c51e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/0af68378-f664-4704-96f0-c2e17b729b35/uploadedartwork/650X650/e2e2347e-ab76-4259-8729-dff2456a36b8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/0af68378-f664-4704-96f0-c2e17b729b35/uploadedartwork/650X650/e2e2347e-ab76-4259-8729-dff2456a36b8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/0af68378-f664-4704-96f0-c2e17b729b35/uploadedartwork/650X650/70176dc8-93a5-4fec-bfe9-fbb8aac2de9e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/0af68378-f664-4704-96f0-c2e17b729b35/uploadedartwork/650X650/70176dc8-93a5-4fec-bfe9-fbb8aac2de9e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/fda80454-8425-497f-82b4-6126773db39f/uploadedartwork/650X650/83bea509-d123-4cba-a8a8-e6f144bc7d02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/fda80454-8425-497f-82b4-6126773db39f/uploadedartwork/650X650/83bea509-d123-4cba-a8a8-e6f144bc7d02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/fda80454-8425-497f-82b4-6126773db39f/uploadedartwork/650X650/f632e84c-ac4f-4d3f-9e3b-de7ef872fb33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/fda80454-8425-497f-82b4-6126773db39f/uploadedartwork/650X650/f632e84c-ac4f-4d3f-9e3b-de7ef872fb33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/bd06c130-404a-47d9-8cac-a1650c3375f0/uploadedartwork/650X650/33e2bd69-efd8-442d-9904-69dcc0198c36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/bd06c130-404a-47d9-8cac-a1650c3375f0/uploadedartwork/650X650/33e2bd69-efd8-442d-9904-69dcc0198c36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/9f20b34c-4f23-44a2-9536-14fb1e9e8d08/uploadedartwork/650X650/88576097-208a-41ef-83cb-6df8e22a9a52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumbs.imagekind.com/member/9f20b34c-4f23-44a2-9536-14fb1e9e8d08/uploadedartwork/650X650/88576097-208a-41ef-83cb-6df8e22a9a52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Metropolis and Gotham ones are my favorite; I'm totally getting those and putting them up in my future house that I don't own yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Genderen's site is &lt;a href="http://www.2046design.com/index.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Go look. There's awesome stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4011248674393347215?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4011248674393347215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/05/minimalist-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4011248674393347215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4011248674393347215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/05/minimalist-design.html' title='Minimalist Design'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-690403846935106290</id><published>2011-05-17T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:02:00.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Woman'/><title type='text'>Wonder Woman - Cancelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4kXpYKSFXs/TdLwRGonaCI/AAAAAAAACGQ/nC5MBVlGvxQ/s1600/wwnewstandwide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4kXpYKSFXs/TdLwRGonaCI/AAAAAAAACGQ/nC5MBVlGvxQ/s400/wwnewstandwide.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tv.ign.com/articles/116/1168108p1.html"&gt;The new Wonder Woman TV series has not been picked up by NBC, and is thus not being made.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast it. I had just accustomed myself to the fact that this series was going to exist. I'd even convinced myself I was going to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-690403846935106290?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/690403846935106290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/05/wonder-woman-cancelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/690403846935106290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/690403846935106290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/05/wonder-woman-cancelled.html' title='Wonder Woman - Cancelled'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4kXpYKSFXs/TdLwRGonaCI/AAAAAAAACGQ/nC5MBVlGvxQ/s72-c/wwnewstandwide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-9168586118942078825</id><published>2011-04-03T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:21:49.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Lantern</title><content type='html'>So. The trailer for the new Green Lantern movie came out late last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_axLoYlwwmU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's not exactly a bad trailer, but it's certainly not the best it could be. It kind of makes Green Lantern (both as a character and as a film) look like a joke, filled with clichés and dorkiness. It doesn't at all explain why Green Lantern is a unique character, or why we should see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, new footage of the film was shown at Wondercon this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9mpjFInVVsA?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&amp;nbsp;THAT'S IT. RIGHT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CG still looks very early, but the epicness of the mythos and story seem to be there. It's practically the inverse of the first trailer. And it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;In Brightest Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;In Blackest Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;No evil shall escape my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Let those who worship evil's might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Beware my power:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;GREEN LANTERN'S LIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-9168586118942078825?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/9168586118942078825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-lantern.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9168586118942078825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9168586118942078825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/04/green-lantern.html' title='Green Lantern'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_axLoYlwwmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8401781433458888048</id><published>2011-03-30T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:16:52.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Woman'/><title type='text'>Wonder Woman TV Costume - YES.</title><content type='html'>So it looks like they changed the costume before actually shooting the pilot. These are photos of both Adrianne Palicki and her stuntwoman while filming the pilot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCP8_WmX9s4/TZNj08RTKTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/fQX5ewu57D4/s1600/Adrianne%252BPalicki%252Bset%252BWonder%252BWoman%252BjmZR9eSvDRyl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCP8_WmX9s4/TZNj08RTKTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/fQX5ewu57D4/s1600/Adrianne%252BPalicki%252Bset%252BWonder%252BWoman%252BjmZR9eSvDRyl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9p5hHUJA6k/TZNj1xp4-2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/T6nt2IEdh9c/s1600/myYwwgoUx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i9p5hHUJA6k/TZNj1xp4-2I/AAAAAAAAB0w/T6nt2IEdh9c/s640/myYwwgoUx.jpg" width="435" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oup1UcfE07U/TZNj1CNVBzI/AAAAAAAAB0o/O3hIIZe3-9g/s1600/Adrianne-Palicki-On-the-set-of-Wonder-Woman-in-LA-03-29-11-1-560x795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oup1UcfE07U/TZNj1CNVBzI/AAAAAAAAB0o/O3hIIZe3-9g/s640/Adrianne-Palicki-On-the-set-of-Wonder-Woman-in-LA-03-29-11-1-560x795.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYB-PBo4AmY/TZNj1R7u3pI/AAAAAAAAB0s/ib-w2JAgdYM/s1600/article-1371465-0B671BAA00000578-564_634x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AYB-PBo4AmY/TZNj1R7u3pI/AAAAAAAAB0s/ib-w2JAgdYM/s400/article-1371465-0B671BAA00000578-564_634x400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkZg-XbNxjc/TZNj0ih3NgI/AAAAAAAAB0c/LHt1eLFSGas/s1600/205218_136031093136564_100001890228925_238594_7937263_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vkZg-XbNxjc/TZNj0ih3NgI/AAAAAAAAB0c/LHt1eLFSGas/s400/205218_136031093136564_100001890228925_238594_7937263_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_pbv0VlXvo/TZNj1JJs9II/AAAAAAAAB0k/eX_l0cC69i4/s1600/adrianne-palicki-294km0330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_pbv0VlXvo/TZNj1JJs9II/AAAAAAAAB0k/eX_l0cC69i4/s1600/adrianne-palicki-294km0330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Very yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red bustier is still kinda shiny and silly, but it's not that bad. The pants aren't that stupid blue vinyl stuff, and the boots are actually red. So, essentially, it's the comic book costume with pants instead of briefs.&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8401781433458888048?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8401781433458888048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonder-woman-tv-costume-yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8401781433458888048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8401781433458888048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonder-woman-tv-costume-yes.html' title='Wonder Woman TV Costume - YES.'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCP8_WmX9s4/TZNj08RTKTI/AAAAAAAAB0g/fQX5ewu57D4/s72-c/Adrianne%252BPalicki%252Bset%252BWonder%252BWoman%252BjmZR9eSvDRyl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-57553419127374930</id><published>2011-03-18T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:04:17.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Woman'/><title type='text'>Wonder Woman TV Costume - NO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;(Normally I wouldn't make three posts in a single day. But this &lt;/i&gt;needed&lt;i&gt; to be mentioned.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first photo of Adrianne Palicki as Wonder Woman in the upcoming TV pilot by David E. Kelley (the guy behind Ally McBeal). Yeah, he's making a Wonder Woman TV series. It involves Diana of Themyscira being a successful businesswoman trying to balance her work life with everything else. No, I am not making this up. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/03/ap_as_ww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1135" src="http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/files/2011/03/ap_as_ww.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not kidding. That's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, here's the thing: we've heard the argument before that Wonder Woman's traditional outfit is too revealing and ridiculous; that it's "exploitive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mbTd2eShL1U/TYPCewZT2xI/AAAAAAAABzU/-IIxaGGfdwE/s1600/107525-175399-wonder-woman_super.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mbTd2eShL1U/TYPCewZT2xI/AAAAAAAABzU/-IIxaGGfdwE/s1600/107525-175399-wonder-woman_super.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--CDuYDLHPIM/TYPCqPJtHqI/AAAAAAAABzY/ghaNWG8t0bw/s1600/WonderWomanCv1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--CDuYDLHPIM/TYPCqPJtHqI/AAAAAAAABzY/ghaNWG8t0bw/s400/WonderWomanCv1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9-ld65SpuWQ/TYPCw7-84CI/AAAAAAAABzc/ZkfGi2cTJPI/s1600/WW.13.Pos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9-ld65SpuWQ/TYPCw7-84CI/AAAAAAAABzc/ZkfGi2cTJPI/s640/WW.13.Pos.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but that TV costume looks FAR more exploitive than the "traditional" costume. With that bright blue and red sparkly latex, she looks like a streetwalker. Heck, even the "metal" parts of the costume look like cheap plastic.&lt;br /&gt;It honestly looks like a very bad joke. I can't express just how pissed I am at this. More on it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-57553419127374930?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/57553419127374930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonder-woman-tv-costume-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/57553419127374930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/57553419127374930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonder-woman-tv-costume-no.html' title='Wonder Woman TV Costume - NO.'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mbTd2eShL1U/TYPCewZT2xI/AAAAAAAABzU/-IIxaGGfdwE/s72-c/107525-175399-wonder-woman_super.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6099967886174385888</id><published>2011-03-18T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:07:27.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>So. I got hired by a family friend to de-rust and re-paint an iron fence. I've been working on it for about 4-5 days a week over the last couple weeks. It's pretty hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_5V9iKqrfeI/TYO7a_AsCQI/AAAAAAAABzQ/w_lfjfSSlRw/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_5V9iKqrfeI/TYO7a_AsCQI/AAAAAAAABzQ/w_lfjfSSlRw/s320/photo-3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For various reasons, I've been having to get up at 6:15am each morning to go work on the fence each day. This morning, I did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; want to get up and go. I only got about five hours of sleep, and wasn't at all thrilled with the idea of losing my precious 2-3 hours more that I wanted. I kept thinking up various reasons to stay home: I could say I was "sick" with allergies. I could say that I just felt bad because of a lack of sleep. The point is that, as silly as those reasons were, I probably could have used them and stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;But, ultimately, I decided that going to work was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, I was out working until about noon when my allergies got so bad (in the hot sun and crazy wind) that I &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; couldn't stay working outside any longer. The irony was not lost on me. So I left and went to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.southlaketownsquare.com/"&gt;the nearby town center&lt;/a&gt; to relax (indoors) for the rest of the afternoon. Through random crazy happenstance, I ended up running into a friend of mine that I hadn't seen in about three years. We talked and caught up with each other for a good ten minutes before he left, and he ended up inviting me to his wedding in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moral of the story: being lazy will not aid you in randomly meeting good friends from high school and getting invited to their weddings.&lt;br /&gt;I learned something today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6099967886174385888?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6099967886174385888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6099967886174385888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6099967886174385888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_5V9iKqrfeI/TYO7a_AsCQI/AAAAAAAABzQ/w_lfjfSSlRw/s72-c/photo-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1703896196398436310</id><published>2011-03-18T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:11:35.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo'/><title type='text'>117</title><content type='html'>This is my 117th post on this blog. As such, it seems only fitting that I extol the bravery, excellence, strength, and heroism of Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, SPARTAN-II Commando of U.N.S.C. Naval Special Weapons Operations (NavSpecWep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iLAAHXRqfd4/TYO1bSf7qSI/AAAAAAAABzA/STBNtohDh1k/s1600/masterchief.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iLAAHXRqfd4/TYO1bSf7qSI/AAAAAAAABzA/STBNtohDh1k/s640/masterchief.jpg" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nCoNIzMGu8A/TYO1f3g2LII/AAAAAAAABzE/7jMfP2wzGuA/s1600/John117FOReach.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nCoNIzMGu8A/TYO1f3g2LII/AAAAAAAABzE/7jMfP2wzGuA/s1600/John117FOReach.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bk8Gn2O4Jj4/TYO1-NBgn4I/AAAAAAAABzM/A-otoK-4S0M/s1600/master_chief_wallpaper1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Bk8Gn2O4Jj4/TYO1-NBgn4I/AAAAAAAABzM/A-otoK-4S0M/s400/master_chief_wallpaper1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R-_W77g6Npk?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1703896196398436310?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1703896196398436310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/117.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1703896196398436310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1703896196398436310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/117.html' title='117'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iLAAHXRqfd4/TYO1bSf7qSI/AAAAAAAABzA/STBNtohDh1k/s72-c/masterchief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3825704851860774921</id><published>2011-03-17T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:35:37.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Podcast attempt</title><content type='html'>So. Tried to record a podcast tonight. Didn't work real well. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3825704851860774921?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3825704851860774921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/podcast-attempt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3825704851860774921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3825704851860774921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/03/podcast-attempt.html' title='Podcast attempt'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-247622803516946966</id><published>2011-02-28T13:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:51:31.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Cali</title><content type='html'>So. I'm thinking of pursuing a screenwriting degree at UCLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-247622803516946966?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/247622803516946966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/cali.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/247622803516946966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/247622803516946966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/cali.html' title='Cali'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2949281887684593612</id><published>2011-02-24T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:55:12.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars idea</title><content type='html'>So, I was reading Matthew Stover's novelization of &lt;i&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;/i&gt; when I suddenly got to thinking:&lt;br /&gt;If I was suddenly transported into the Star Wars galaxy, what would I do?&amp;nbsp;Like, if I randomly ended up at the beginning of Episode III on Grievous's flagship as the Jedi were crashing, what would I do/say?&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I would grab Obi-Wan and immediately say "CHANCELLOR PALPATINE IS THE SITH LORD YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR. HE SET UP THE BLOCKADE AT NABOO TO GET THE SYMPATHY VOTE IN ORDER TO BECOME CHANCELLOR, AND NOW HE'S TRYING TO GET ANAKIN TO JOIN THE DARK SIDE AND DESTROY THE ENTIRE JEDI ORDER. Also, the clones are brainwashed so that they'll turn on you at a moments' notice. Oh, and PADME IS PREGNANT, and..." you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen, then, I wonder? I bet Obi-Wan would listen. He's reasonable. And, I mean, I could always just mention the fact that I know every detail of how he and Qui-Gon fought Darth Maul, right down to the exact moves they used. Heck, I probably know that fight better than &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; would.&lt;br /&gt;And the Jedi could probably sense my honesty, right? Unless the fact that I'm from another galaxy means that the Force wouldn't work on me or something, kind of like the &lt;a href="http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yuuzhan_Vong"&gt;Yuuzhan Vong&lt;/a&gt;. Which is another cool idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might actually write this story. It'd be pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2949281887684593612?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2949281887684593612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/star-wars-idea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2949281887684593612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2949281887684593612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/star-wars-idea.html' title='Star Wars idea'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7124793722801882508</id><published>2011-02-19T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:44:54.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Political stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica}p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px}&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;OH MY GOD I HATE STUPID PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Sooo.... here's what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;One of my favorite teachers (who is very left-leaning, politically speaking), posted a link to an article titled "Top 10 Shockers from the Republican War on Women."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Republican War on Women?&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;It basically is a short list (admittedly, with source articles) that tries to take various facts and quotes out of context in order to suggest that the Republican party is actually waging a type of war on women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So, here were some of the comments from people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maddy Barganier:&lt;/i&gt; I'm throwing up. That's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edna Daniel:&lt;/i&gt; It's hard not to be political when such atrocious things such as redefining rape are actually being considered by our so-called representatives. Scary stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;(the rape thing was not true, btw, but it was stated as such in the article)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So this was what I wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron Ross:&lt;/i&gt; That article itself is what's stupid. Taking things out of context, finding the most extreme examples, and then trying to wrao them up into a massive conspiracy against women?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;It's exactly the same kind of one-sided, lazily-researched dogma that Glenn Beck uses. It's meant to make you mad by painting an entire side of the political spectrum as "evil," NOT by actually informing anyone of anything, nor being "fair and balanced." It's a cheap shot, and it's stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;uh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So then I get FLAMED by people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I BET YOU DID!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justine Sunshine White:&lt;/i&gt; ‎@ Aaron: Did you look at the bottom of the article? The sources are listed for all of the examples. It's not a conspiracy when it's the simple plain truth. Check your facts before you argue "lazily-researched dogma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer M. Williams: &lt;/i&gt;‎@ Aron- you're stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;(I found that one funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;"Aron" xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Edna Daniel: &lt;/i&gt;‎@Aaron- that site does cite their articles. No wonder LeeAnn tries not to be political on fb...I mean, with responses like yours- I don't blame her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron Ross: &lt;/i&gt;Justine and Edna: My apologies. By "lazily-researched" I meant "taking snippets of an article or issue and using it to represent the whole, in order to further a negative political point." Summer: Aww, thanks. You're real sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reese Pierce:&lt;/i&gt; Aaron, the only thing lazy around here is your proofreading. What does "wrao" mean? You are the one sounding like Glenn Beck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron Ross: &lt;/i&gt;I noticed that typo, yet didn't re-submit my comment because I figured you would all know what I meant. Heck, I didn't even call out Summer for misspelling my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Please, if you have an complaint, try to keep it to the issue itself. I have better things to do than be personally attacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I would I would keep doing those "better things" for a while until the issue dies down.&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Well, hey, I'm actually making decent points. Most other people are just calling me stupid, as though that's a legitimate argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;True that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;I am of the belief that there are things in our government that are unfair to women, but a conspiracy against women??&amp;nbsp; That's boloney.&amp;nbsp; xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;and by things, I mean small things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;kinks that could be looked at better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Everyone's treated unfairly in some way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Yup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Not even the government is perfect.&amp;nbsp; xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;It amazes me how for many people, politics is just "taking a side," and most of their points really boil down to just saying "I'm right; you're wrong!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;People are also waaaaayyyy too trusting of their sources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;That whole "redefining rape" thing is one of those instances where one phrase got blown up into something entirely different, and it was 100% only spread by people who were looking for something to nail the Republicans for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;How are they "redefining" rape, anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Well, see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;There's currently a law in place that says that the government will not pay for people's abortions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;However, there's exemptions for various reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;If you're raped, there's an exemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;And the government WILL pay for your abortion at that point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Now, take in mind that the Reps really just wanna abolish abortion for the most part anyway. But what they wanted to do was change that exemption so that if the rape was not "violent," (like, if an adult guy had consensual sex with a sixteen-year-old girl), then the exemption would not apply. It would still cover "violent" rape, but not the others that are "technically" rape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So, essentially, what that was doing was redefining the way that rape is viewed in the context of that exemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Ahh.&amp;nbsp; Isee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;But then people got hold of that news and started saying that the Republicans were trying to say that unless you can prove that you were violently raped, you weren't "really" raped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;And people conveniently left out the fact that it was only being applied to that government spending exemption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;So left-leaning people said that the Republicans were trying to change rape laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;And therefore hurting rape victims—or worse, "targeting them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Hence the "Republicans' War on Women."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Wooooooooowwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;that's really... not right&amp;nbsp; o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Yeah, that's the kind of CRAP that people can twist out of really minor issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;It's all about painting the other side as being ultimately evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;And then when I decide to point that out? BAM—I'm suddenly called stupid, because I actually did digging and thought for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;D:&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Stupid people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;11:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7124793722801882508?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7124793722801882508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/political-stupidity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7124793722801882508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7124793722801882508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/political-stupidity.html' title='Political stupidity'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-624095687181495743</id><published>2011-02-18T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:59:49.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRON</title><content type='html'>If you've not seen &lt;i&gt;TRON&lt;/i&gt; and/or &lt;i&gt;TRON: Legacy&lt;/i&gt;, don't read the rest of this. &amp;nbsp;It'll mostly involve spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TQxV19S8zoI/AAAAAAAABw4/7U3O_nau8b8/s1600/tron-legacy-new-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TQxV19S8zoI/AAAAAAAABw4/7U3O_nau8b8/s400/tron-legacy-new-poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for me, TRON has always been a really personal story.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was a computer programmer, and he was the one who got me into Tron as a kid. &amp;nbsp;That scene in the beginning of &lt;i&gt;Legacy—&lt;/i&gt;where Kevin tells Sam about the world of Tron—was really familiar to me. &amp;nbsp;Also, check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney hired an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alternate_reality_game"&gt;ARG&lt;/a&gt; company to make a viral marketing game for fans of TRON: Legacy. &amp;nbsp;They created &lt;a href="http://www.encominternational.com/"&gt;a website for the fictional company from the Tron films, ENCOM&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;On that site, there's a &lt;a href="http://www.encominternational.com/past.htm"&gt;timeline&lt;/a&gt; of important events in ENCOM's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/ENCOMJuly26th.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/ENCOMJuly26th.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;July 26th, 1989, is my birthday. &amp;nbsp;So, the day Kevin Flynn disappeared (and that opening scene of the movie) takes place ON MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's about as much a connection as there could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is the TRON: Legacy soundtrack? &amp;nbsp;I mean, really. Daft Punk has a few of their classic electronic beats in there, but it's mixed in with a ton of orchestral stuff. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie ends with Quorra going out into the real world. That's just crazy. I mean, how would she "work" in our world? &amp;nbsp;If Sam bleeds with human blood while on the Grid, does Quorra bleed pixels while in the real world? &amp;nbsp;Does Quorra have any special skills in the real world, like how users have special skills in the digital world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last scene of the movie has Quorra in amazement at the beauty of our world. &amp;nbsp;It's really poignant because, at that point, the audience has been in the digital world for nearly two straight hours.&lt;br /&gt;It's a really unexpected point, but it's made very well: Sure, the digital world is amazing, but how much more amazing is our world?&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Tron: Legacy, I felt like I'd been taught an important lesson. Have you ever spent a few hours playing video games or surfing the net, then taken a look outside and marveled at just how incredibly beautiful the world really is? &amp;nbsp;Yeah. It felt like that. &amp;nbsp;Then again, the half-hour drive home from the theater at night was on an empty freeway, with nothing but my car's headlights illuminating the road; it felt very much like I was driving a &lt;a href="http://tron.wikia.com/wiki/Light_Runner"&gt;light runner&lt;/a&gt; along the Grid.&lt;br /&gt;Probably helped that I had the movie's soundtrack playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that, for geeks—especially computer wizards—TRON represents something special: the idea that the digital world isn't a stiff, meaningless distraction, or a lame replacement for reality, but is rather a somewhat magical place where ideas are crafted as bits and pixels; where pure fantasy becomes one step closer to reality. It's kind of like a refuge for a subculture that goes largely unnoticed or overlooked by most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people probably won't—and never will—"get" TRON, or why it's so remarkable. But that's okay. In the end, that's part of what makes it special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-624095687181495743?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/624095687181495743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/tron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/624095687181495743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/624095687181495743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/tron.html' title='TRON'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TQxV19S8zoI/AAAAAAAABw4/7U3O_nau8b8/s72-c/tron-legacy-new-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4252018143051265304</id><published>2011-02-13T00:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:36:56.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers: Prime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgPfHwxH34E/TVd0-hULVUI/AAAAAAAAByg/2Ijqh-lxSPk/s1600/Transformersprimelogo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgPfHwxH34E/TVd0-hULVUI/AAAAAAAAByg/2Ijqh-lxSPk/s1600/Transformersprimelogo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a new Transformers TV series out. It's called &lt;i&gt;Transformers: Prime&lt;/i&gt; (a rather derivative name, but whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tfwiki.net/w2/images2/2/22/Masters&amp;amp;Students-BeeQuake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://tfwiki.net/w2/images2/2/22/Masters&amp;amp;Students-BeeQuake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot. It feels "fun,"&amp;nbsp;like a throwback to old Saturday morning action cartoons,&amp;nbsp;but it's well-done enough to not feel cheap or too immature. As a Transformers fan, I have to say that this is definitely my favorite TF TV series, and it eclipses the movies in nearly every respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tfwiki.net/w2/images2/b/b0/DarknessRising5-OptimusPrimeguns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://tfwiki.net/w2/images2/b/b0/DarknessRising5-OptimusPrimeguns.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out this guy's cover of themes from the TF films. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U2Q3ZrIJfB8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4252018143051265304?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4252018143051265304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/transformers-prime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4252018143051265304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4252018143051265304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/transformers-prime.html' title='Transformers: Prime'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgPfHwxH34E/TVd0-hULVUI/AAAAAAAAByg/2Ijqh-lxSPk/s72-c/Transformersprimelogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5737286735718168425</id><published>2011-02-11T00:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:05:42.980-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Why I Dislike Twilight: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I caution you, readers. There's some sexual parallels that I draw, and it might get uncomfy for some of you younger ones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after the first Twilight movie came out, a friend and I had this joking repartee on the subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisabeth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... in the movie, they changed it, because in the book, Bella wasn't in her panties when Edward came to see her. That was the one part of the movie that everyone didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! That... that was... that was the entire point of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisabeth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh... explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron:&lt;i&gt; (this is where I start making stuff up, and inadvertently stumble upon the crux of the Twilight story)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scene represents the entire movie. See, there, Edward and she make out, but they stop short of "doing anything" because he's afraid he'll go too far. So, they're doing something bad, but it's not all the way bad. And, like, her underwear is gray. And it's not lacey or anything; it's kinda normal. So, see, it represents her morality. She's in her underpants, but it's not overly-sexual or anything. But still, she's making out with a dude on her bed in her underpants. So... yeah. It's that gray color again. The moral grayness. It's that idea that a girl can walk the line between good and evil. That she can date the psycho stalker vampire, but it's okay because he'll still love her in the end. That you can walk the line between light and dark; night and day... the&lt;i&gt; Twilight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisabeth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow. I think I just stumbled upon the entire point of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisabeth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, essentially. The entire point of the Twilight story is contained within a girl's underpants. &lt;i&gt;(double entendre fully intentional)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret that most girls secretly fantasize about being with a "bad boy." So, of course, the fact that Twilight has a literal predator male—who is physically perfect, constantly dangerous, and utterly dominating—is highly appealing to that fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, on an emotional level, is for many girls what porn is for many men on a mental/physical level. A surface-level fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real problem with it, however, is that it's a complete inversion of everything I believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I grew up on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beauty_and_the_Beast_(1991_film)"&gt;real love stories&lt;/a&gt;, not nonsense. I was raised to believe that love was compassion, not obsession. True care, not simple desire. Something formed out of maturity, not blindness. I've grown up believing that the dream of true, honest companionship is something to be patiently, steadfastly waited for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let's look at this from a different perspective. What if the fabled princess didn't wait for her actual prince charming to come for her, but instead just ran off with the first obsessive guy that she met?&amp;nbsp;How many fairy tales would be ruined? Heck, how many real-life potential fairy tale love stories are ruined by this sort of inadvertent shallowness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the third film, Bella says (in reference to choosing between marrying Edward and having a real life) that she needed to make a choice&amp;nbsp;"between who I &lt;i&gt;should be &lt;/i&gt;and who I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt;." Essentially, she's saying "I'm not quite right, so I won't make the right choice here."&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem with that: people decide who they are; they're not controlled by their nature. All Bella's doing in that scene is trying to justify what she &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; is a bad decision by saying "I'm not perfect, therefore I can't do the right thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it. That's the lie. The lie that choosing the bad boy over the good guy will yield a happy ending. The lie that embracing the darkness will allow light to shine through. As though even an undead being &lt;a href="http://inside.bard.edu/academic/division/langlit/literature/lit2026/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/edward_sparkles.jpg"&gt;can somehow shine with light&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really makes me sick. It makes me worry.&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember (literally), all I've ever wanted to accomplish in my life is this:&lt;br /&gt;Find whoever I'm supposed to be with—whomever she may be—and marry her. I've got other goals, too, but that one is paramount.&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be passed over because I'm not twisted enough to conform to some backward fantasy presented as true love? I really doubt it, but still. The very idea makes me furious on some level. For every time I remind myself that steadfast faith in love will win out eventually, there's a Twilight-style story there to say it won't.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5737286735718168425?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5737286735718168425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-dislike-twilight-part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5737286735718168425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5737286735718168425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-dislike-twilight-part-3.html' title='Why I Dislike Twilight: Part 3'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1757206063542020060</id><published>2011-02-08T00:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:54:56.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Go Samurai!</title><content type='html'>I cannot describe how happy this makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vXltsuJUkEw" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TVDotRo2UDI/AAAAAAAAByM/qRVDbY5l5IE/s1600/powerrangers636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TVDotRo2UDI/AAAAAAAAByM/qRVDbY5l5IE/s400/powerrangers636.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1757206063542020060?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1757206063542020060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-go-samurai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1757206063542020060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1757206063542020060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-go-samurai.html' title='Go Go Samurai!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vXltsuJUkEw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4997366518528294222</id><published>2011-01-29T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:46:50.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Womens'-Only Gym</title><content type='html'>This was a conversation that Angela and I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about going to like a Fitness For Her kind of place.&lt;br /&gt;like a woman's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;eww&lt;br /&gt;Do they have, like, people there to constantly tell you that you're pretty, and not fat?&lt;br /&gt;Or to listen to all your problems, without offering to fix any of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;No. It's just that there's no men allowed.&lt;br /&gt;No men to bother you or make you feel bad or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Do they weaken the upper arm workout machines without telling you, so you feel better about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;You can't weaken steel weights. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;You can re-number them&lt;br /&gt;Do they have secret rooms you can go to secretly eat chocolate when no one's looking?&lt;br /&gt;Do the TVs only play the Lifetime and WE channels?&lt;br /&gt;(and the new Oprah channel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;You're making it sound lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Do they have an entire room dedicated just to Twilight moms and their creepy obsessions with teenage boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;No. xD It's just excludes men. Men can't come in, stink up the place, show off all their muscle and mad skeel, and hog the gym. Women, even bitchy skinny women, aren't so pretentious as some muscle-men are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Do they have extra toilets in the bathrooms, just for bulimics?&lt;br /&gt;Do the steamrooms have, like, model runways in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;That would be awesome and you know it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;That would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna take yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;I bet they teach that at the womens'-only gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;along with classes on self-empowerment, believing in yourself, and self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;Aw man. Women aren't that weak.&lt;br /&gt;And isn't that all the same thing? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. That's how they make so much money.&lt;br /&gt;They just make you take the same class three times.&lt;br /&gt;They also have a class titled "You Don't Need a Man to Complete You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Though, oddly enough, directly following that is a class on Twilight, and its deep and powerful message for women.&lt;br /&gt;That's actually what it's called. "Twilight: Its Deep and Powerful Message for Women."&lt;br /&gt;It's written in that weird Twilighty font, too. On a black background, with a moon in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;They also have a class named "Sports: What You Need to Know About It So You Can Keep Hating It."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;There's a class on "The Look: How to Perfect It."&lt;br /&gt;By the time you're done with it, your scornful gaze will be powerful enough to fry eggs on a slab of cold concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;that sounds cool&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fry eggs WITH MY EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;However, there's another class titled "Cooking: Man's Tool to Demean Women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;What kind of class would be for lesbians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron&lt;br /&gt;"Why You Don't Need A Man to Complete You... But You Definitely Need a Woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4997366518528294222?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4997366518528294222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/womens-only-gym.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4997366518528294222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4997366518528294222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/womens-only-gym.html' title='Womens&apos;-Only Gym'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2246700443624412558</id><published>2011-01-28T12:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:35:12.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Buffy vs Edward</title><content type='html'>Part 2 of "Why I don't like Twilight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy vs Edward (Twilight Remixed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="299" src="http://blip.tv/play/g%2BMPgYrmTAI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="BLUEKAI" src="http://tags.bluekai.com/site/2132" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2246700443624412558?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2246700443624412558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/part-2-of-why-i-dont-like-twilight.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2246700443624412558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2246700443624412558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/part-2-of-why-i-dont-like-twilight.html' title='Buffy vs Edward'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-674567555639418362</id><published>2011-01-25T21:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:35:12.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>So. I went into my local library for the first time since moving here last Summer.&lt;br /&gt;It's a tiny place, but it's got a decent DVD selection. Among other things, I borrowed Twilight: Eclipse (the movie), just out of morbid curiosity. Here are my in-the-moment, ongoing thoughts. &amp;nbsp;I apologize for any semi-foul language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:34 - A random guy is walking through the rain, and is attacked by a random black blur. Somebody gave Smallville-Clark Red Kryptonite again. (sorry, non-Smallville fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:14 - Ugh; this is stupid. It's entirely obvious that whoever wrote this only has a high school education. And only paid attention for about twenty minutes of an English lit class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:12 - So bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:55 - Every song in this movie (and there are many) is apparently taken from a light rock douchebag playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50 - Oh hey. It's not-Sokka from the not-Avatar: TLA movie. He's wearing a bright orange wig or something. I'm kinda scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:18 - Hmm. Rumors of rampant vampire attacks sweeping the countryside. ABOUT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:53 - Every secondary character in this movie acts as the voice of reason. "Are you sure about Edward, Bella? The way he watches you is really creepy." "I don't like Edward; I think he's a bad influence on you." "Hey, isn't it weird that Edward got you two plane tickets so you could travel away somewhere alone together?" And yet she doesn't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16:15 - CG parkour through a forest. More weird-colored wigs. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17:01 - Much as I wanna hate every character in this movie, I gotta respect the werewolves for having the brains to try and KILL EVERY BLOODY VAMPIRE IN SIGHT. Though their tendency to not wear shirts ups their douchebag level considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18:38 - Jacob just got a rock music intro as he slowly turned toward the camera. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19:00 - Bella to Jacob: "Why haven't you returned my calls?" Jacob: "Because I'm a moody teenage ***hole, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21:00 - Even the other werewolves make reference to Jacob's "melodramatic internal monologues." Apparently, the only thing worse than being a moody teenager is being a moody telepathic teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24:45 - Everyone in this movie has apparently been drinking straight-up liquid testosterone and estrogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28:02 - Apparently, the makeup artist's idea of "make people look pale" is "dunk their faces in baking powder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30:00 - Watching Edward and Jacob try to one-up each other in manliness is probably the gayest thing I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37:56 - Bella: "After you change me into a vampire, I'll have to explain to my family why I won't be visiting at holidays and stuff..."&lt;br /&gt;Edward: "After a few decades, they'll all be dead anyway, and it won't matter."&lt;br /&gt;Bella: "Oh! Okay! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41:45- I think I've spent a good half of this movie so far with my face in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42:08 - Jacob, in a DISPLAY OF HIS AFFECTIONATE MANLINESS, grabs Bella and kisses her. She pulls back and punches him in the face. His face doesn't move, and she breaks her hand. HAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42:45 - Jacob &amp;amp; Edward, their faces about four inches apart: SNARLSNARL GRRR RAWR SNARL. I seriously thought they were going to make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46:30 - Flashback to... 1920s drunken gang rape? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46:55 - Oh. Vampire vengeance. Gotcha. Still don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49:00 - Dakota Fanning and three dudes with Justin Bieber haircuts watch over an alleyway vampire mob scene in Seattle. That's either the greatest or worst thing ever; I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50:50 - The Valedictorian at Bella's high school: "This isn't the time to make hard, fast decisions. This is the time to make mistakes." That logic leads you down a bad road. I should know; I picked up this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53:20 - This movie so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Posted Image" class="bbc_img" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldr0773rEb1qacanjo1_500.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; cursor: move; vertical-align: middle;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57:13 - "Twelve [Vampire] Newborns are more powerful than an army of thousands," and "no human army could stop them." Clearly, Stephenie Meyer's idea of a human military was taken from M.A.S.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58:25 - Now a bunch of pale dudes in turtlenecks are wrestling in the forest. I'm strangely uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:01:40 - Another flashback! This time to... Civil War-era Texas? Hrm. Not-Sokka's idea of a Texan accent is borderline-offensive to a native.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:06:36 - An entire army of hipster douchebags. Somebody call Scott Pilgrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:08:45 - Jacob: "You can love more than one person at a time." So... he's in love with Edward, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:12:00 - Bella and her dad are having "the talk." Hmm. He's not giving her any advice on being with more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:16:09 - Bella: "PLEEEEEAAAASE SLEEP WITH ME"&lt;br /&gt;Edward: "WHAT? NO. NO. &lt;s&gt;I'M IN LOVE WITH JACOB&lt;/s&gt; I COULD KILL YOU OR SOMETHING."&lt;br /&gt;Bella: "IF YOU DON'T, THE PLOT WILL NEVER ADVANCE AND WE'LL BE STUCK HERE FOREVER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Edward: "...damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:19:00 - Why does Edward want to marry Bella? She's a complete psycho. Does he think he can &lt;i&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; her or something?—oh, right, yeah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:24:07 - The evil vampires are walking across the bottom of a lake, exactly like the skeletons in Pirates of the Caribbean. They even have the exact same pounding brass music in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:25:25 - Edward, Bella, and Jacob are camping alone together in a tiny tent. Man, if my theory about them turns out to be correct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:26:02 - Jacob to Edward: "I am hotter than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:35:40 - Bah. Nothing happened in the tent. Just more teen angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:36:40 - Vampire/Werewolf army face-off. Hmm. There's actually some cool fighting stuff in here. Surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:37:26 - I just realized what the vampires remind me of. Pale, dressed like hipsters, and constantly in weird statuesque/homoerotic poses? They're mannequins from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:40:45 - Dangit, Bryce Dallas Howard, you're too hot to be in this movie. GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:42:30 - Oh. Looks like she did. Good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:44:15 - Jacob "had all the bones on the right side of his body shattered." He looks the same, only he's grimacing and can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:48:10 - Awww. After fighting evil vampires together, the good vampires and the werewolves are friends! Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:54:28 - Oh, wait, that last scene was the movie's climax? Dang. I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:55:16 - Seriously. Could they have picked actors with any less chemistry than Stewart and Pattinson? I mean, it's three movies in and I still don't know why they like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:55:30 - What?! Credits?!? THAT WAS THE ENDING?!? Guh. Seriously, NOTHING HAPPENED IN THIS MOVIE. NOTHING AT ALL. You could skip this one and miss nothing in the plot, because THERE IS NO PLOT. The characters are all in the exact same places they were at the end of the last movie; nothing's different. One evil vampire character died, but that only took two minutes of screen time. I just watched two hours of nonsense for no reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-674567555639418362?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/674567555639418362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/674567555639418362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/674567555639418362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-756117260030361611</id><published>2011-01-13T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:12:56.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray</title><content type='html'>I saw Tangled. And it was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-756117260030361611?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/756117260030361611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/hooray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/756117260030361611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/756117260030361611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/hooray.html' title='Hooray'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-99107262089079386</id><published>2011-01-11T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Whoops.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. &amp;nbsp;So. &amp;nbsp;I have decided that I should be far less affectionate/sentimental/overly sweet for no reason when talking to girls. &amp;nbsp;Especially ones I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-99107262089079386?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/99107262089079386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/99107262089079386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/99107262089079386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoops.html' title='Whoops.'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5636244738300731941</id><published>2011-01-11T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:43:56.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone on Verizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TS09DRrL5iI/AAAAAAAABxA/BlS26giIqK0/s1600/iphone-final-attack-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TS09DRrL5iI/AAAAAAAABxA/BlS26giIqK0/s400/iphone-final-attack-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPhone is coming to Verizon next month! &amp;nbsp;Finally, the tyranny of AT&amp;amp;T can end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5636244738300731941?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5636244738300731941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/iphone-on-verizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5636244738300731941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5636244738300731941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/iphone-on-verizon.html' title='iPhone on Verizon'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TS09DRrL5iI/AAAAAAAABxA/BlS26giIqK0/s72-c/iphone-final-attack-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3055969060628723757</id><published>2011-01-07T01:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>So. I've only blogged here thrice in the last five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure why. &amp;nbsp;I think, mostly, I just haven't had the urge to write about anything relating to myself. &amp;nbsp;I've (mostly) kept up with my other fiction projects, but haven't posted anything here in a while.&amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm gonna try and actually do that "daily posting" thing that I said I'd do a while back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So I went back through my old MySpace account (just for the heck of it) and looked through my message inbox from 2006-2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Man, it's SO weird. &amp;nbsp;It feels like it was a whole different life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Through reading my old conversations, one thing really jumped out at me: I had really, amazingly wonderful friends back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Now, if you're reading this, you're probably one of my "new friends" that I got after I graduated high school. &amp;nbsp;I don't mean to say that any of my current friends aren't still amazing. ('cause I really have met a ton of great people in the last few years. &amp;nbsp;Robert, Bree, Steph, etc.) &amp;nbsp;But there was definitely something different back then. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Maybe it was that my high school friends and I were more "innocent" back then. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it was that we'd grown up together. &amp;nbsp;I mean, they were there when my dad died. &amp;nbsp;They supported me, prayed for me, adopted me, and were about as loving and affectionate of a family as I've ever had (my dad aside).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I read through a ton of messages tonight. &amp;nbsp;Was very surprised by what I found. &amp;nbsp;I had friends that were sweet and generous for the sake of being sweet and generous. &amp;nbsp;It's so, so bizarre, reading it all now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Before my Senior Prom (in June of 2007), things were very very different. &amp;nbsp;I was a very different person. &amp;nbsp;I was more than a little clingy, but otherwise pretty normal. &amp;nbsp;I remember one friend in particular; every now and then I'd say (over MySpace mail) something overly clingy or (non-romantically) affectionate to her. &amp;nbsp;But she wouldn't get weirded out, or anything like that. &amp;nbsp;She'd just respond with a smilie and words of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't describe what things like that meant to me. That kind of warmth and love.&amp;nbsp;I don't even think&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;realized how important it was at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, after the prom, my friends sort of faded away. &amp;nbsp;I graduated immediately after that, and suddenly didn't have my "family" anymore. &amp;nbsp;I moved to a new house, went to college full-time, started working part-time, and had &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Meanwhile, all I could do was focus on how my life wasn't where I wanted it to be; how my "dreams" weren't working out. &amp;nbsp;It tore me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda went psycho. &amp;nbsp;Every bulletin I put up on MySpace was an angry, selfish rant. &amp;nbsp;It was terrible. &amp;nbsp;I probably pushed a lot of people away because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That same friend from before eventually got too busy with life to keep in contact with me. &amp;nbsp;She also somewhat got annoyed with me. I don't think it was entirely my fault, but I probably didn't help it much. She moved on with life, and I didn't, exactly. I don't think I really knew how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last two years or so, I kind of "stabilized." &amp;nbsp;I stopped being so emotionally unstable. &amp;nbsp;But I also got worse than I'd ever been.&lt;br /&gt;I simply got used to living without love; without true friendship. &amp;nbsp;I had a few friends here and there, sure, but I'd see them so infrequently and with so little intimacy that it really only got me by to a certain extent. &amp;nbsp;I just became jaded, unmotivated, and completely unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real thing—that "feeling"—that I got from my old friends—and that which I later lost—was God's love. &amp;nbsp;That's always what it was.&lt;br /&gt;It's not &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; job to still be there for me; it's my job to make sure that I realize that God &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't get back a lot of the people that have moved on to their own very separate lives now, but&amp;nbsp;I don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My friend wrote this&amp;nbsp;and sent it to me&amp;nbsp;back in 2007:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and so I realize everyone is changing.&lt;br /&gt;people who used to be shy, now outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;its insane to see people I knew when I was 5 now driving.&lt;br /&gt;people who said they would never do something,&lt;br /&gt;do exactly what they said they'd never do.&lt;br /&gt;i guess all this change caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;but i also realized i've changed too.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i never noticed so much because&lt;br /&gt;i never realized how much I've changed myself.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simple days are gone.&lt;br /&gt;and so begins reality.&lt;br /&gt;so begins the realization that nothing ever stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;differences appear.&lt;br /&gt;years go by and time wastes.&lt;br /&gt;but memories are gained.&lt;br /&gt;still, nothing ever stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;life would be boring with nothing new to come.&lt;br /&gt;and so, the simple days are gone,&lt;br /&gt;but new tomorrows will become.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, at the time, I didn't really pay it much notice. Just another one of the hundreds of poems and abstract musings that high school seniors wrote at the time.&lt;br /&gt;But now, looking back, it means more than I ever realized. &amp;nbsp;I miss her (and others) dearly. &amp;nbsp;But that's okay. &amp;nbsp;I'll be okay. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3055969060628723757?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3055969060628723757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3055969060628723757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3055969060628723757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8488839163049680335</id><published>2010-11-03T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Kendra tagged me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What was your first word? &lt;/b&gt;"Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What are two facts about you that seem to contradict each other?&lt;/b&gt; I have a really fast reading speed, but it takes me a month to finish a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you know more than one language? If you do, what is it? If you don't, what language would you like to learn?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I want to learn Latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you like to travel?&lt;/b&gt; YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Are you an open person?&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is your favorite season?&lt;/b&gt; Late Spring/Early Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. In ten years, where do you see yourself?&lt;/b&gt; ...at age 31?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8488839163049680335?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8488839163049680335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/11/tag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8488839163049680335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8488839163049680335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/11/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4259203419303236991</id><published>2010-10-04T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:11:35.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo'/><title type='text'>Sports Season</title><content type='html'>So, um... sorry I haven't written anything in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Halo: Reach since it came out.&lt;br /&gt;Like, every day.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have free time.&lt;br /&gt;So.... yeah.&amp;nbsp; More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4259203419303236991?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4259203419303236991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/10/sports-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4259203419303236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4259203419303236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/10/sports-season.html' title='Sports Season'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1165833016533330058</id><published>2010-07-12T01:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:37:40.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fight Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq0TthIh3I/AAAAAAAABtQ/e_L4kf9d9X0/s1600/3c8a30e6551103bff23b75205a7d2aba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq0TthIh3I/AAAAAAAABtQ/e_L4kf9d9X0/s200/3c8a30e6551103bff23b75205a7d2aba.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a band by the name of &lt;i&gt;I Fight Dragons&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They're a rock band that uses NES and GameBoy-style 8-bit sound along with traditional instruments to create a pretty cool (and unique) style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also wear superhero T-shirts as band uniforms.&amp;nbsp; They are officially my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq0ji_7MpI/AAAAAAAABtU/q4UV49yiXUU/s1600/I-Fight-Dragons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq0ji_7MpI/AAAAAAAABtU/q4UV49yiXUU/s400/I-Fight-Dragons.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq1CzySdjI/AAAAAAAABtY/DHqyeLveI6k/s1600/ifightdragonshires-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq1CzySdjI/AAAAAAAABtY/DHqyeLveI6k/s400/ifightdragonshires-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song of theirs, "No One Likes Superman Anymore," is really cool.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty much exactly how I feel about the cynical people of the world who don't seem to have time for decency anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="36" width="470"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjExOTcyNjk1O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTE5NzI2OTUtYWIyIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aToxNTgyODc2O3M6MTI6ImV4dGVybmFsQ2FsbCI7aToxO3M6NDoidGltZSI7aToxMjc4OTE1MjY4O30=&amp;autoplay=default" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" height="36" width="470" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjExOTcyNjk1O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTE5NzI2OTUtYWIyIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aToxNTgyODc2O3M6MTI6ImV4dGVybmFsQ2FsbCI7aToxO3M6NDoidGltZSI7aToxMjc4OTE1MjY4O30=&amp;autoplay=default"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strong hands, strong mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strong all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Straightforward and kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too simply defined&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz no one wants to know the man who stands for things we outgrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He’s too noble and too blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re all older now and we don’t need someone to care about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The innocence we left behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Don’t touch that dial)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(It’s just that goodness is out of style)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be dark, be cold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(so conflicted)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No hand to hold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(heart constricted)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dark Knight, bright soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(we’re addicted)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No room here for the bold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz no one wants to know the man who stands for things we outgrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He’s too noble and too blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re all older now and we don’t need someone to care about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The innocence we left behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And what if he can fly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, well so can I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jet Blue or United Airlines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And who cares if he’s strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All we see’s the wrong we’ve done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflected in his eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz no one wants to know the man who stands for things we outgrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He’s too noble and too blind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re all older now and we don’t need someone to care about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The innocence we left behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, and for the Zelda fans out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pvjgBn4m4k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2pvjgBn4m4k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1165833016533330058?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1165833016533330058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-fight-dragons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1165833016533330058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1165833016533330058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-fight-dragons.html' title='I Fight Dragons'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TDq0TthIh3I/AAAAAAAABtQ/e_L4kf9d9X0/s72-c/3c8a30e6551103bff23b75205a7d2aba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4158408206892640757</id><published>2010-06-30T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:05:37.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Boldly Go Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TCrPWrCJAhI/AAAAAAAABsM/jTFaNx_hDw0/s1600/StarTrekDelta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TCrPWrCJAhI/AAAAAAAABsM/jTFaNx_hDw0/s400/StarTrekDelta.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon Lindelof, a writer for the last Star Trek movie, was reportedly planning to finish writing Lost and then take a vacation before joining the other Trek writers to start the script for the next movie.&amp;nbsp; He wrote this on Twitter today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Vacation officially over.  Ready to boldly go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Yesssssssss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4158408206892640757?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4158408206892640757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-boldly-go-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4158408206892640757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4158408206892640757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-boldly-go-again.html' title='Time to Boldly Go Again'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/TCrPWrCJAhI/AAAAAAAABsM/jTFaNx_hDw0/s72-c/StarTrekDelta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8386580718470574316</id><published>2010-05-25T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:03:27.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple v Microsoft</title><content type='html'>With the rising popularity of Apple products over the last few years, many people have been claiming that "Apple is the new Microsoft:" that Apple has become a kind of imperialistic monopoly, and that Microsoft is now the "better" alternative.&lt;br /&gt;My stance is this: Microsoft merely wants my money, while Apple wants my money but offers me a guaranteed high-quality product.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Apple retains my vote of confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8386580718470574316?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8386580718470574316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/apple-v-microsoft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8386580718470574316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8386580718470574316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/apple-v-microsoft.html' title='Apple v Microsoft'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3456696716756908621</id><published>2010-05-24T00:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:44:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman: The Movies</title><content type='html'>Oh hey, so I forgot I was supposed to make daily posts now.&amp;nbsp; Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Superman: The Movie (1978) and Superman Returns (2006) back-to-back today while cleaning my room.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't terribly impressed with either of them.&amp;nbsp; They both annoyed me for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY can't someone actually make a GOOD Superman movie?&lt;br /&gt;There've been four Superman-themed TV shows in the last twenty years, but only one movie, and it wasn't that great.&amp;nbsp; People who were kids when the 1978 film came out love that movie, but it just doesn't entirely click for me.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I have an idea for a Superman film that I KNOW would work on-screen.&amp;nbsp; It would reintroduce the character in new iconic ways to modern audiences, while being incredibly fun.&amp;nbsp; And I know I'm not the only person with a great Superman movie idea.&amp;nbsp; It's just that no one's actually &lt;i&gt;doing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Nolan (the guy behind &lt;i&gt;Memento, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, The Prestige&lt;/i&gt;, etc.) is now producing a new Superman film, but... I doubt that it'll be anything like what I've got in my head, and entirely too far in the wrong direction for the character.&amp;nbsp; I'm hopeful, but a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My generation does not have a Superman.&amp;nbsp; I feel robbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3456696716756908621?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3456696716756908621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/superman-movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3456696716756908621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3456696716756908621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/superman-movies.html' title='Superman: The Movies'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7997186936444968329</id><published>2010-05-18T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:57:06.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice League Haikus</title><content type='html'>If you don't get these references, don't worry.&amp;nbsp; Just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will write&lt;br /&gt;haikus of the Justice League&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman is great&lt;br /&gt;He gives people lots of hope&lt;br /&gt;Heat vision is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman is angry&lt;br /&gt;because his parents got killed&lt;br /&gt;He needs a big hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Diana&lt;br /&gt;is known as Wonder Woman&lt;br /&gt;Her clothes are shiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquaman is cool&lt;br /&gt;No, really, he's pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;He rides squids and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'onn J'onzz is lonely&lt;br /&gt;His family died on Mars&lt;br /&gt;He has creepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth's first Green Lantern&lt;br /&gt;Hal Jordan loves flying planes&lt;br /&gt;without his ring on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry Allen died&lt;br /&gt;but is back now as the Flash&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Wally West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Arrow shoots things&lt;br /&gt;He shot a guy last April&lt;br /&gt;People hate him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress of Magic&lt;br /&gt;Zatanna wears a top hat&lt;br /&gt;and sexy fishnets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinah Lance breaks things&lt;br /&gt;with her super-powered screams&lt;br /&gt;Yay for more fishnets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elongated Man&lt;br /&gt;is now a ghost with his wife&lt;br /&gt;Ray Palmer is sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Tornado&lt;br /&gt;is a robot with powers&lt;br /&gt;He controls the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firestorm is two guys&lt;br /&gt;in a single person's head&lt;br /&gt;That's gotta be weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkman is hairy&lt;br /&gt;And he never wears a shirt&lt;br /&gt;Female fanservice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*I couldn't find any other important things to say about her that would fit in five syllables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7997186936444968329?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7997186936444968329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/justice-league-haikus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7997186936444968329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7997186936444968329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/justice-league-haikus.html' title='Justice League Haikus'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4530267148268624525</id><published>2010-05-09T23:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:11:35.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo'/><title type='text'>Halo: Reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eE_wHPziI/AAAAAAAABpk/nOL5rASpTG0/s1600/screen-capture-3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eE_wHPziI/AAAAAAAABpk/nOL5rASpTG0/s400/screen-capture-3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've never really been a huge fan of the &lt;i&gt;Halo&lt;/i&gt; game series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game in the series, &lt;i&gt;Halo: Combat Evolved&lt;/i&gt;, was overglorified and overmarketed because Microsoft really didn't have any other good games at the launch of their Xbox console in 2001.&amp;nbsp; Halo had a few original ideas, but was basically a straightforward game.&amp;nbsp; It's mostly "run from Point A to Point B whilst shooting all the aliens along the way."&amp;nbsp; It was also somewhat simplified for the console-gaming crowd.&amp;nbsp; "Dumbed down," one might say.&amp;nbsp; For someone like me, a kid who played first-person shooters on the PC, playing Halo was taking two steps down in quality from what I was used to.&amp;nbsp; I hated it, and was constantly frustrated by the fact that nearly all of my friends were obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;i&gt;Halo 2&lt;/i&gt; was announced.&amp;nbsp; They showed &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoqGLS1U6GQ"&gt;a new trailer of the game&lt;/a&gt;, which looked really, really fun.&amp;nbsp; I was actually getting very excited.&amp;nbsp; The general consensus among gamers was that Halo 2 would be the greatest single achievement in human history.&amp;nbsp; Then it came out, and it was... well, it was more Halo.&amp;nbsp; It didn't exactly fix any of the previous game's problems, and it didn't really make me like it a whole lot more.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, by this point, I had played enough of the Halo games (at friends' houses) to actually get pretty good at them, so I could have fun with the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time &lt;i&gt;Halo 3&lt;/i&gt; rolled around, most of my Halo-playing friends were gone, so I was left to myself as far as that game went.&amp;nbsp; I loved it.&amp;nbsp; Really.&amp;nbsp; Something about the way they'd balanced the overall gameplay and enhanced the visuals made it much more fun to play than its predecessors.&amp;nbsp; The multiplayer was even better than before, and I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, over time, it started to get less fun.&amp;nbsp; Other games, like &lt;i&gt;Call of Duty: Modern Warfare&lt;/i&gt;, started to show all the newer and better ways to make first-person shooters work.&amp;nbsp; In hindsight,&amp;nbsp; Halo 3 wasn't that great after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the beta (preview) of the new game, Halo: Reach, is up and running.&amp;nbsp; I got to play it yesterday, and... wow, it's really good.&lt;br /&gt;(the below paragraph may make no sense to the non-Halo-initiated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way the game is balanced seems to be much better  than before.  In the multiplayer for Halo 1-3, the individual player  didn't have much of any effect on the overall game, but now, with the  addition of the new (somewhat limited) special abilities in each loadout  (jetpack, sprint, camo, and shield), it really feels like each person  in every game has the ability to turn the tide for his/her team.&lt;br /&gt;Example: last night, I was playing CTF with two of my friends.  We each  had different abilities (they had jetpack and sprint; I had camo), and  assaulted the enemy flag room together.  My jetpack guy landed right in  front of the door and caught the entire enemy team by surprise, while  the sprinter ran alongside him from the ground.  The two of them managed  to move through the room like a wave, clearing it so that I could sneak  behind them (while invisible) to snatch the flag.  (random note: the  flag now has a one-hit-kill melee attack. FUN. :) )  We managed to use our different  strengths to their fullest, and safely got the flag home in plenty of  time.&lt;br /&gt;That one match has now convinced me that Halo is now, finally, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMSSB8wxI/AAAAAAAABqI/t9nosV1r3bc/s1600/IMG_2116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMSSB8wxI/AAAAAAAABqI/t9nosV1r3bc/s400/IMG_2116.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMW3thIlI/AAAAAAAABqQ/t5TsGhdnuqA/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMW3thIlI/AAAAAAAABqQ/t5TsGhdnuqA/s400/IMG_2118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMaweqfxI/AAAAAAAABqY/g_Casr-LuzQ/s1600/IMG_2123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMaweqfxI/AAAAAAAABqY/g_Casr-LuzQ/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMeUDF8GI/AAAAAAAABqg/wnuVkrXz2TI/s1600/IMG_2124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMeUDF8GI/AAAAAAAABqg/wnuVkrXz2TI/s400/IMG_2124.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMgc8b56I/AAAAAAAABqo/ReMdTZ8CuYI/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eMgc8b56I/AAAAAAAABqo/ReMdTZ8CuYI/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4530267148268624525?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4530267148268624525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/halo-reach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4530267148268624525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4530267148268624525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/halo-reach.html' title='Halo: Reach'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-eE_wHPziI/AAAAAAAABpk/nOL5rASpTG0/s72-c/screen-capture-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6849746375359437627</id><published>2010-05-05T21:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:08:23.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketchbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IwBurnvKI/AAAAAAAABoE/6jvlVfHhjD0/s1600/Sketchbook1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IwBurnvKI/AAAAAAAABoE/6jvlVfHhjD0/s400/Sketchbook1.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason, Elisabeth thinks that I'm some kind of amazing artist.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why.&amp;nbsp; But I've been meaning to get into sketching, so I bought a sketchbook and drew the above image.&amp;nbsp; I think it's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;The symbols above the shield read "AARON" in Kryptonian.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Yeah&lt;/i&gt;, that's right, I'm &lt;i&gt;that awesome&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IxgsW9NmI/AAAAAAAABoM/LK7LDnxWLT8/s1600/IMG_2101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IxgsW9NmI/AAAAAAAABoM/LK7LDnxWLT8/s400/IMG_2101.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's two Camaros I saw yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IyReV8yVI/AAAAAAAABoQ/m4D9w2TNzCU/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IyReV8yVI/AAAAAAAABoQ/m4D9w2TNzCU/s400/IMG_2093.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IyVg1WzoI/AAAAAAAABog/cer1lx1Hqio/s1600/IMG_2095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IyVg1WzoI/AAAAAAAABog/cer1lx1Hqio/s400/IMG_2095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IyZqFUyKI/AAAAAAAABow/RUSriwDg3O8/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IyZqFUyKI/AAAAAAAABow/RUSriwDg3O8/s400/IMG_2098.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-Iyb58A4kI/AAAAAAAABo4/J6B08SPr6u4/s1600/IMG_2099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-Iyb58A4kI/AAAAAAAABo4/J6B08SPr6u4/s400/IMG_2099.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6849746375359437627?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6849746375359437627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/sketchbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6849746375359437627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6849746375359437627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/sketchbook.html' title='Sketchbook'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S-IwBurnvKI/AAAAAAAABoE/6jvlVfHhjD0/s72-c/Sketchbook1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2091550081100152305</id><published>2010-05-02T17:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:38:34.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily?</title><content type='html'>So... would you guys like me to make this blog a daily thing?&amp;nbsp; I'd mostly post random nothings from the day, but I'd probably also post a few more long/deep posts.&amp;nbsp; Comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was out earlier today, my Apple earbuds started acting up.&amp;nbsp; The left speaker was making static sounds when too much bass was going through it, and I could actually hear it thumping against the inside of the speaker housing.&amp;nbsp; So I slammed the left earbud backwards against my desk, in an attempt to shove the speaker back into the right spot.&amp;nbsp; It worked.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's the Camaros that I've seen lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938TL3qGxI/AAAAAAAABmk/du69-C9uTrA/s1600/photo+2-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938TL3qGxI/AAAAAAAABmk/du69-C9uTrA/s400/photo+2-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938VpvjxBI/AAAAAAAABm0/poc_Rr5qguk/s1600/photo-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938VpvjxBI/AAAAAAAABm0/poc_Rr5qguk/s400/photo-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938TvPlo_I/AAAAAAAABmo/DbKBHweoRTI/s1600/photo+3-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938TvPlo_I/AAAAAAAABmo/DbKBHweoRTI/s400/photo+3-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938UXo19PI/AAAAAAAABnQ/M4NRt09GlUU/s400/photo%204-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938U0ygx3I/AAAAAAAABmw/LlSbA1lQ7sA/s1600/photo+5-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938U0ygx3I/AAAAAAAABmw/LlSbA1lQ7sA/s400/photo+5-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, those stripes (and Chevy ribbon) are pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2091550081100152305?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2091550081100152305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/daily.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2091550081100152305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2091550081100152305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/05/daily.html' title='Daily?'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S938TL3qGxI/AAAAAAAABmk/du69-C9uTrA/s72-c/photo+2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8900001116973155992</id><published>2010-04-22T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:31:10.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the....</title><content type='html'>So I went by Toys R Us today.  No real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went past the toy cars and whatnot, and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cjd-_kxLI/AAAAAAAABlI/HjiznTu04Jc/s1600/photo-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cjd-_kxLI/AAAAAAAABlI/HjiznTu04Jc/s400/photo-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9CjZdFRnGI/AAAAAAAABk4/U7833_vW6fs/s1600/photo+2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9CjZdFRnGI/AAAAAAAABk4/U7833_vW6fs/s400/photo+2-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a biker?!?&lt;br /&gt;Weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw a Camaro on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cja5APARI/AAAAAAAABk8/2aSOVuklxoA/s1600/photo+3-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cja5APARI/AAAAAAAABk8/2aSOVuklxoA/s400/photo+3-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cjb-YDj7I/AAAAAAAABlA/T1dXmuJi1b8/s1600/photo+4-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cjb-YDj7I/AAAAAAAABlA/T1dXmuJi1b8/s400/photo+4-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9CjdVsoTSI/AAAAAAAABlE/slM9oCSy6CM/s1600/photo+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9CjdVsoTSI/AAAAAAAABlE/slM9oCSy6CM/s400/photo+5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8900001116973155992?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8900001116973155992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/04/what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8900001116973155992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8900001116973155992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/04/what.html' title='What the....'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S9Cjd-_kxLI/AAAAAAAABlI/HjiznTu04Jc/s72-c/photo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2593012825450934448</id><published>2010-04-05T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:41:07.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.apple.com/ipad/gallery/images/hardware-01-20100127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://images.apple.com/ipad/gallery/images/hardware-01-20100127.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So the new Apple "iPad" came out a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically a giant iPod Touch.&amp;nbsp; There really aren't any extra features, other than the fact that it's a lot more technically capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it doesn't really make any sense logically, but it's really, really cool.&amp;nbsp; I went by the Apple Store today and played with one for about an hour.&amp;nbsp; It's ridiculous just how cool and fun it is just to mess around with.&amp;nbsp; It's like that feeling you got when you first picked up and played with an iPhone, but five times better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one. Badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2593012825450934448?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2593012825450934448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/04/ipad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2593012825450934448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2593012825450934448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/04/ipad.html' title='iPad'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8454373437246619008</id><published>2010-04-04T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:46:17.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camaro Stalker, Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOkCks75I/AAAAAAAABj8/jCpUgguYA5Q/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOkCks75I/AAAAAAAABj8/jCpUgguYA5Q/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOni_ezFI/AAAAAAAABkE/pFvjcBugCzQ/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOni_ezFI/AAAAAAAABkE/pFvjcBugCzQ/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOpWzpYpI/AAAAAAAABkM/CHYNRr04VV4/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOpWzpYpI/AAAAAAAABkM/CHYNRr04VV4/s400/IMG_1097.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S7lOsO1EyRI/AAAAAAAABkU/dfFzc8VIiis/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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updates.  I kind of wrote myself into a corner a few chapters ago, and it took me a while to figure a way out.  Hopefully I'll start posting more often from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'm starting a new blog! (I think it's my fifteenth of sixteenth. I've lost count.)&lt;br /&gt;It's called DC Tales, and it's basically a place for all of my epic/poetic/nothing-to-do-with-TJ superhero-related short stories.&amp;nbsp; I'm still tweaking the template, so please ignore any weird formatting problems. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for today's topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence was my favorite band when I was fourteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S6qSbblj-cI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PCcfTFb7IYs/evanescence_2_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S6qSbblj-cI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PCcfTFb7IYs/evanescence_2_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Note: this is the time when you should scroll down to my playlist widget on the right and click "Bring Me To Life." Helps with the atmosphere.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first album, &lt;i&gt;Fallen&lt;/i&gt;, was the first album I'd heard where I actually liked practically every one of the songs.&amp;nbsp; It took alternative metal and gave it just the right electronic edge, with a masterfully-conducted orchestra behind it.&amp;nbsp; It was about as close to perfect as I knew at the time, and even today it remains the only album that I truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing: the band didn't stay together.&amp;nbsp; Amy Lee, the lead singer, wanted to go off in a totally different [annoyingly depressing and negative] direction, while Ben Moody, the co-songwriter/guitarist, wanted the band to continue with the same [awesome] sound.&amp;nbsp; So the band eventually eroded down to basically just Amy Lee, with a bunch of new people that no one cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Ben Moody has now put together a new band (consisting of most of the former Evanescence members) in order to continue the sound they started with &lt;i&gt;Fallen&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They're called "We Are the Fallen."&amp;nbsp; Yeeeeaaaahh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1RJAVUcQ0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1RJAVUcQ0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty good.&amp;nbsp; They've only put one single out thus far, and their singer's not nearly as amazing as Amy Lee, but the basic instrumental sound is back, and I'm very very happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6704538107151103231?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6704538107151103231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/03/many-updates-fallen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6704538107151103231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6704538107151103231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/03/many-updates-fallen.html' title='Many updates! / The Fallen'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S6qSbblj-cI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PCcfTFb7IYs/s72-c/evanescence_2_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4116281618811729673</id><published>2010-03-18T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:24:08.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE I'M BORED, THAT'S WHY!</title><content type='html'>1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;Ran into a kitchen counter when I was four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Superman poster.  Metal Superman-Shield chain bangle dealie-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I started snoring this past month.  I really need to get in shape. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Symphonic Soundtrack Metal Rock. (preferably all at once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;1:06 AM (Hawaii time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom, and the ability to carry it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;My computer. (Clarice Isabella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;5'9''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;Only if it's a tight space that I might not be able to physically break out of.  For instance, being stuck in a concrete coffin and buried (under more concrete).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Pssh. No.  I revel in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;People don't make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Being doomed to care about people and never have them care back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE GENDER?&lt;br /&gt;Blue is always rather striking, but honestly it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF PROPOSING?&lt;br /&gt;Disneyworld.  No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni/Extra Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;br /&gt;Who actually eats live goldfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;A photo album with pictures from my toddler years in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;um... no? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;In my thumbs, yeah.  And I can kinda pop my shoulders out of joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;Uh... *whips off Green Lantern T-shirt and looks at tag* ...DC Comics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. FAVORITE ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;Tiger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. LIKE TO SING?&lt;br /&gt;Not really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and That Thing You Do.  Three-way tie.  Ten-way, if you count the individual films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. GAY, STRAIGHT OR BI?&lt;br /&gt;....oh, I'm sorry, I was distracted by Scarlett Johannson in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNQowwwwYa0"&gt;the new Iron Man 2 trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. HOW DO YOU FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;...um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;A number from one to a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;It's funny; I never really liked blondes until about a year ago.  Now it's basically even.  I don't really have a preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE QUOTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Quotes/Batman"&gt;Batman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite—ER... the internet.  So distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;Data Entry.  Or High School Biology Lab Assistant.  Depends on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;I hate those things.  I never do them, and they never work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOULMATE?&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Publishing the latest TJ chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm aware of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Being smart.  I used to get complemented on being sweet, but most of the people who said that (girls) all moved away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;A black 2005 Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Two?  And, um... I don't care?  Though if they were Jaina and Jacen (Jason works too), that'd be awesome. (if you've ever read Timothy Zahn's epic Thrawn Trilogy of Star Wars novels, you'll get that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;No; my parents said that God gave them my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT IS THE BIGGEST TURN OFF OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Having had multiple previous boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKE(D) ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;Uh... I didn't have to worry about adult responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;It's adequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring important things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?&lt;br /&gt;No...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Well, um, to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;I rant about things.  And listen to music.  And fantasize about swordfighting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.WOULD YOU RATHER GAIN 58 POUNDS OR LOSE 58 POUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;Lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;Lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;A hundred-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?&lt;br /&gt;Up to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;i&gt;course not...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;MAC AND CHEESE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Christian, intelligent, playful, adventurous, Audrey Hepburn-esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Angela's the only one who has a nickname for me. And I don't feel like saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. FAVORITE SUPER POWER?&lt;br /&gt;Flight, forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, 30 Rock.  Maybe Scrubs or How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES?&lt;br /&gt;Defeat them in a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Lemon Sorbet, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. PLANS FOR TONIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WHEN YOU ARE OLDER?&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking either NYC or somewhere in California.  Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;That'd be cool.  I mean, I'm sitting here going through like A HUNDRED QUESTIONS.  It'd be cool to get something out of it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf - &lt;i&gt;Memento Mori&lt;/i&gt; - "In the Dark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Coke Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Either hair color or age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Websurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?&lt;br /&gt;Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Late Spring/Early Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;The chewy kind. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER REALLY AND TRULY HAD A BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;10 &amp; 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Chick Fil-A.  Except that they're too expensive for a college student like me.  So usually Taco Bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?&lt;br /&gt;Red Robin, maybe. (Good call, Steph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever had it. I'm open to it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. WATCH TV TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of American Idol (my mom was watching it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  I have a guitar in my closet that I'd really like to learn to play, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I'm independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Oil for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WOULD YOU EVER BE A HOUSEWIFE?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Prince Caspian?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4116281618811729673?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4116281618811729673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-im-bored-thats-why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4116281618811729673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4116281618811729673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-im-bored-thats-why.html' title='BECAUSE I&apos;M BORED, THAT&apos;S WHY!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-730028442418578968</id><published>2010-03-14T17:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:55:46.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camaro Count: Retro Edition</title><content type='html'>So you've all seen Transformers, right?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when Bumblebee was that &lt;strike&gt;beat-up&lt;/strike&gt; awesome 1976 Camaro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mWPwJ0FI/AAAAAAAABfg/YrIQ9Is9Jfc/s1600-h/inside_drives_bumblebee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mWPwJ0FI/AAAAAAAABfg/YrIQ9Is9Jfc/s400/inside_drives_bumblebee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp; So I'm out driving today, and I see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzDoXGBI/AAAAAAAABfk/W7OitLskOTw/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzDoXGBI/AAAAAAAABfk/W7OitLskOTw/s640/photo.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzAWOVUI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZXxLdr7YH6s/s1600-h/photo%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzAWOVUI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZXxLdr7YH6s/s640/photo%202.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzrzOOQI/AAAAAAAABfs/Pwig3Xd4p_k/s1600-h/photo%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzrzOOQI/AAAAAAAABfs/Pwig3Xd4p_k/s640/photo%203.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzulkarI/AAAAAAAABfw/EbkoWo78h30/s1600-h/photo%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzulkarI/AAAAAAAABfw/EbkoWo78h30/s400/photo%204.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S51mzulkarI/AAAAAAAABfw/EbkoWo78h30/s1600-h/photo%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(click for larger picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the same model, but within 5 or so years, I'd say.&amp;nbsp; Same paint job and everything.&amp;nbsp; I want one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-730028442418578968?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/730028442418578968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/03/camaro-count-retro-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6431683222512894496</id><published>2010-03-14T00:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:58:40.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Married</title><content type='html'>One week ago, a friend of mine got married.&amp;nbsp; (yes, the same one that I mentioned earlier)&lt;br /&gt;It's slightly weirding me out.&amp;nbsp; I mean, this time last year, she and I were trading relationship horror stories (well, technically she was telling and I was listening), and now she's married.&amp;nbsp; Not one of those hastily-thrown-together marriages that will likely and unfortunately collapse, but a real, honest-to-God marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with her on my birthday last year; just her and me.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else was out of town, so she and I basically hung out the entire afternoon.&amp;nbsp; It was nice.&amp;nbsp; Now that'll never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly heartbroken over it or anything.&amp;nbsp; I'm just not sure what to think.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I didn't even really know what was happening.&amp;nbsp; She mentioned that she'd met a new guy last Fall, and I didn't hear another word from her until last month when she told me that she'd been engaged since December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Time to move on and not think about it anymore, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6431683222512894496?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6431683222512894496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/03/married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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now.&lt;br /&gt;It sounded like a cross between a baby's high-pitched shrill scream and a pterodactyl call.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a dog barking.&lt;br /&gt;The only logical conclusion is that a baby pterodactyl is fighting with a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pterodactyl wins.&amp;nbsp; Not that I have anything against dogs, by any means.&amp;nbsp; I just want the pterosaurs returned to their thrones as the Masters of the Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masters of the Sky" would be an awesome name for a metal band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S5iQhfkwdgI/AAAAAAAABfc/WqYA-C8CzCo/s1600-h/MastersoftheSky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S5iQhfkwdgI/AAAAAAAABfc/WqYA-C8CzCo/s320/MastersoftheSky.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>I saw the most beautiful Camaro yet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S4DaCzZMb2I/AAAAAAAABaU/8SS6pcq_vYQ/s1600-h/photo%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S4DaCzZMb2I/AAAAAAAABaU/8SS6pcq_vYQ/s400/photo%204.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S4DaC2MRUXI/AAAAAAAABaY/M4LEHZyeEWk/s1600-h/photo%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S4DaC2MRUXI/AAAAAAAABaY/M4LEHZyeEWk/s320/photo%203.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its license plate read &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"MANIAK".&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, awesome, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I lost a Halo duel to Carrie.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, having not had an Xbox since July is finally taking its toll.&amp;nbsp; I am out of practice.&lt;br /&gt;My Modern Warfare 2 skills are vastly improving, though! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-9187530432493873505?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/9187530432493873505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/02/1202010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9187530432493873505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9187530432493873505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/02/1202010.html' title='1/20/2010'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S4DaCzZMb2I/AAAAAAAABaU/8SS6pcq_vYQ/s72-c/photo%204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8955471088739787125</id><published>2010-02-18T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>For Those Who Wait</title><content type='html'>I think someone wrote this song for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="28" id="divplaylist" width="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10516585-012" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10516585-012" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is for those who wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another day another waiting game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little different but it’s still the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am here but wheres the One I’m longing for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m having troubles feeling all alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When my heart find a home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to hope but sometimes I just don’t know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I’m not the only one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you sing a lullaby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the lonely hearts tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it set Your heart on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it set You free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’re fighting to believe in a love that you can’t see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just know there is a purpose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those who wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to open up my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that I’m in need is time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m growing stronger every single day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, I’m gonna lead them to You now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letting go all of my fear and doubt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can’t do this on my own so I’ll give You control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I’m not the only one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you sing a lullaby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the lonely hearts tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it set Your heart on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it set You free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’re fighting to believe in a love that you can’t see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just know there is a purpose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those who wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pressure makes us stronger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The struggle makes us hunger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hard lessons make the difference&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pressure makes us stronger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The struggle makes us hunger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hard lessons make the difference&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the difference makes it worth it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you sing a lullaby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the lonely hearts tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it set Your heart on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it set You free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’re fighting to believe in a love that you can’t see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just know there is a purpose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those who wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Set your heart on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is for those who wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8955471088739787125?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8955471088739787125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-those-who-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8955471088739787125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8955471088739787125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-those-who-wait.html' title='For Those Who Wait'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7689114815408462600</id><published>2010-02-14T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:00:40.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shield</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I've had many Superman T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young, I had the traditional one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510sT9bunyL._SS400_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510sT9bunyL._SS400_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neutral blue with the traditional red-and-yellow shield, with black outlines.&amp;nbsp; I've bought it about five or six times over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snagged this one at Kohl's about a year ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S3jUopgROCI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fx6pNe9VzNs/s1600-h/ssp_temp_capture.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S3jUopgROCI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fx6pNe9VzNs/s1600/ssp_temp_capture.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Same design as before, but recolored.&amp;nbsp; Black fabric, and blue/black instead of red/yellow.&amp;nbsp; Pretty awesome, and slightly more socially acceptable.&amp;nbsp; Still a little bombastic, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Wal-Mart earlier last year, and saw this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-38380677388371_2094_26929449" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-38380677388371_2094_26929449" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's black with a ton of gray cursive script written all over it.&amp;nbsp; The one I have is really faded, so it usually takes people a while before they notice that it's a Superman shirt.&amp;nbsp; It's my "fashionable" Superman shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my new one, which I just bought yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S3jS6lbhBvI/AAAAAAAABZ4/IHc8JewR6zA/s1600-h/screen-capture.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S3jS6lbhBvI/AAAAAAAABZ4/IHc8JewR6zA/s320/screen-capture.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fuzzier fabric, much stretchier, and navy-colored.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the painted-on look of the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; Very casual, and extremely cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&amp;nbsp; I have a new favorite shirt. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7689114815408462600?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7689114815408462600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-shield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7689114815408462600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7689114815408462600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-shield.html' title='My Shield'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S3jUopgROCI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fx6pNe9VzNs/s72-c/ssp_temp_capture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-456408783464125546</id><published>2010-01-31T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Much to write of</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have several random thoughts that are in no way interrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I watched the &lt;i&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/i&gt; series finale today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/i&gt; has been a show that's had a very mixed quality level.&amp;nbsp; Its early episodes were rather formulaic and morally off-putting, but a select few extremely well-done and intensely gripping episodes from the first season really showed that the show had potential.&amp;nbsp; Season 2 was better than the first, and the last several episodes were very good.&lt;br /&gt;The problem was that the show was abruptly cancelled toward the end of the third season, requiring the show to wrap up its story in only a few episodes.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, it managed to do that somewhat decently, but there was definitely a "rushed" feeling, as there were many plot twists that came very very quickly.&amp;nbsp; Despite the shaky quality and believability of &lt;i&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/i&gt;, by the end of the final episode, I felt sad to see it go.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm having to say goodbye to a beloved friend that I only just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something rather deep...&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about the storytelling cliche where a main character (male or female) is constantly looked over and ignored by the object of his/her affection.&amp;nbsp; I started thinking (as I often do) about how many times that's happened to me personally.&amp;nbsp; But then I realized something:&lt;br /&gt;That's probably how Jesus feels.&lt;br /&gt;He literally died for us, and so often we can barely give him the time of day.&amp;nbsp; He loves us more than we can ever know, and yet we choose to focus our affections elsewhere. (like on pretty girls who ignore us)&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I don't have any right to complain about not being noticed when I'm just as guilty of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a completely unrelated story, a female friend of mine is apparently getting married.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, she and I would talk about our relationship issues (or lack thereof), and we supported and trusted each other like brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, she didn't tell me that she got engaged.&amp;nbsp; Facebook did.&amp;nbsp; Two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, she hasn't spoken to me since before Facebook told me that she was engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes ago, Facebook informed me (through a public wall post to one of her friends) that her wedding is in early March.&lt;br /&gt;Ergh. This is all highly frustrating. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, there has been a serious lack of comments on &lt;a href="http://teen-justice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teen Justice&lt;/a&gt; lately, which is weird considering that I think it's gotten a lot better lately.&lt;br /&gt;(hint, hint, readers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-456408783464125546?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/456408783464125546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/much-to-write-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/456408783464125546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/456408783464125546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/much-to-write-of.html' title='Much to write of'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3090678749497761934</id><published>2010-01-25T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.241-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>New Plan!</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking about a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:&lt;/b&gt; I'm very interested in screenwriting, and would like to be a professional screenwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2:&lt;/b&gt; Living in California sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I've decided that I'm going to finish out my Bachelors' degree at UTA, then, for my Masters' degree, transfer over to a school with a good screenwriting program, possibly in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3090678749497761934?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3090678749497761934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-plan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3090678749497761934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3090678749497761934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-plan.html' title='New Plan!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6734531255181165738</id><published>2010-01-15T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:19:12.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming</title><content type='html'>So I've been playing a LOT of games lately, now that I finally own a PS3.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my thoughts thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman: Arkham Asylum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT game.&amp;nbsp; It totally makes you feel like Batman, with great predatory stealth action, awesome fist-fighting action, and extremely fun detective work and exploration.&amp;nbsp; What's even better is that it takes inspiration from the best parts of the Batman animated series, comics, and movies, creating a kind of combined mythos that's a lot of fun to play through.&lt;br /&gt;This is one game that I'll keep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uncharted: Drake's Fortune:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome cinematic storyline, great adventure-style combat, and fun platforming puzzles.&amp;nbsp; My only gripe is that the combat gets very very repetitive, and can be frustrating at times.&amp;nbsp; Then again, it might just be because I'm using a terrible old TV that makes details hard to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marvel: Ultimate Alliance 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-Men Origins: Woverine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the bloodiest, most visceral game I've ever played.&amp;nbsp; It's just guilty fun.&amp;nbsp; There's not a whole lot besides endless combat, but hey, that's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God of War:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh.&amp;nbsp; It's supposed to be one of the best action games ever made, but I can't tell. I can't stand the fact that you basically play as a bad guy the whole time.&amp;nbsp; It's just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prince of Persia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun, though its limitations start to become readily visible after the first couple hours.&amp;nbsp; Repetitiveness is an issue as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern Warfare 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&amp;nbsp; Just great.&amp;nbsp; Waaaaaaay more fun than it has any right to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6734531255181165738?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6734531255181165738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/gaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6734531255181165738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6734531255181165738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/gaming.html' title='Gaming'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6782344302708002208</id><published>2010-01-11T18:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:46:34.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camaro Count / Lantern Rings</title><content type='html'>So I have a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go out somewhere, I count how many 2010 Camaros I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went out to the bookstore, and saw this amazing one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0Ido1q6I/AAAAAAAABYQ/T_kLEwu927Q/s1600-h/photo-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0Ido1q6I/AAAAAAAABYQ/T_kLEwu927Q/s400/photo-11.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yellow with black stripes.  Totally going for the Bumblebee look, though the yellow isn't anywhere close to the right color. (They don't sell the car in Bumblebee yellow. =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no less than 500 feet from that car, I saw &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; Camaro! (this time in red!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0IiRaK_I/AAAAAAAABYY/t1W0JBg50cc/s1600-h/photo%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0IiRaK_I/AAAAAAAABYY/t1W0JBg50cc/s320/photo%203.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another Bumblebee Camaro on the street later, but I couldn't snag a picture of it, so here's another picture of the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0InYAPBI/AAAAAAAABYU/zPUpMl8Q3L8/s1600-h/photo%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0InYAPBI/AAAAAAAABYU/zPUpMl8Q3L8/s320/photo%202.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sooooo pretty.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of Green Lantern?&amp;nbsp; The superhero?&lt;br /&gt;Lemme give you a quick crash-course in Green Lantern lore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u3Oq8w9eI/AAAAAAAABYc/aIEn62oMUPQ/s1600-h/353557-89848-guardians-of-the-uni_super.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u3Oq8w9eI/AAAAAAAABYc/aIEn62oMUPQ/s400/353557-89848-guardians-of-the-uni_super.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the Guardians.&amp;nbsp; They're dwarf-sized alien beings with almost unlimited power.&amp;nbsp; They're nearly immortal, having lived for thousands of years, and have appointed themselves the Guardians of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;The Guardians created the Green Lantern Corps, a kind of "Space Police."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u3uOH_jAI/AAAAAAAABYg/AZxdjoM4mmY/s1600-h/80447-41119-green-lantern-corps_super.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u3uOH_jAI/AAAAAAAABYg/AZxdjoM4mmY/s320/80447-41119-green-lantern-corps_super.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigshinyrobot.com/reviews/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bnln_glspread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://www.bigshinyrobot.com/reviews/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/bnln_glspread.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's 1-4 Green Lanterns for every one of the 3600 sectors of space (so nearly every Lantern is a different type of alien), but they all have the same powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u5xJrLHWI/AAAAAAAABYk/z4VEYhXAYn0/s1600-h/544972-ring_green_2007_12_26001copy_super.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u5xJrLHWI/AAAAAAAABYk/z4VEYhXAYn0/s200/544972-ring_green_2007_12_26001copy_super.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Green Lantern's power comes from his or her Power Ring, a super-advanced (yet tiny) piece of technology that's directly fueled by its wielder's willpower.  With the ring, a Lantern can fly, breathe in space, and create any sort of "energy construct" that he/she imagines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_EwNwkl7kDY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_EwNwkl7kDY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool stuff, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately, in the Green Lantern comics, there's been this new storyline: &lt;i&gt;Blackest Night&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The basic gist of it is that there are more Lantern Corps than just the GLC, each powered by a different type of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Red Lantern Corps - Rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Agent Orange - Greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Sinestro Corps - Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Green Lantern Corps - Willpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Blue Lantern Corps - Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Indigo Tribe - Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Star Sapphires - Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're all at war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/bln-cv1-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/bln-cv1-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool, because each of the corps' powers work completely differently.&amp;nbsp; For instance, Blue Lanterns don't have the ability to use their rings to fire lasers, but they can do things that directly relate to the concept of hope, such as revive a dying sun or soothe a heart filled with rage.&amp;nbsp; Also, the presence of a Blue Lantern negates the powers of Yellow and Red Lanterns, because Fear and Rage cannot stand in the presence of Hope.&amp;nbsp; However, a Blue Lantern has no power if there is no Green Lantern nearby, because Hope has no power without the Will to carry it through.&amp;nbsp; A Blue Lantern's ring supercharges a Green Lantern's ring, however, so when a Blue and Green Lantern team up, they're very, &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense?&amp;nbsp; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of fun, because comics fans are choosing sides, and showing it by wearing all sorts of apparel emblazoned with their Corps' color and symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say that when I went by my local comic book shop today, they had Lantern rings.&lt;br /&gt;I bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0vASbmOaHI/AAAAAAAABYo/KJ4z45LQ1hk/s1600-h/photo-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0vASbmOaHI/AAAAAAAABYo/KJ4z45LQ1hk/s320/photo-10.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also grabbed blue and yellow ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0vAe3h6enI/AAAAAAAABYs/JHIkkJZKtVc/s1600-h/photo-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0vAe3h6enI/AAAAAAAABYs/JHIkkJZKtVc/s320/photo-9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6782344302708002208?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6782344302708002208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/camaro-count-lantern-rings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6782344302708002208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6782344302708002208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/camaro-count-lantern-rings.html' title='Camaro Count / Lantern Rings'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0u0Ido1q6I/AAAAAAAABYQ/T_kLEwu927Q/s72-c/photo-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3321609992426248261</id><published>2010-01-04T02:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>So I've been gone awhile.&amp;nbsp; Here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Green Bay, Wisconsin, on December 21st.&amp;nbsp; At that time, my MacBook's battery was already functioning at only 1/4 of its original capacity, after only a year.&amp;nbsp; As if that weren't enough, it kept randomly shutting off for no reason when it wasn't plugged in.&amp;nbsp; My charger cable was also a little in-and-out, sometimes requiring a little wiggling to get it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Green Bay and plugged in my charger, it wouldn't work at all.&amp;nbsp; So I only had about a half-hour of battery power left before I was left computerless for the next week. (well, actually longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to Texas, I immediately made an appointment at the Apple Store to get my MacBook battery and cable fixed/replaced/whatever.&amp;nbsp; But my first appointment (for last Tuesday) was cancelled because of the snowy weather (people in Texas freak out at that stuff), so it got pushed back to FRIDAY.&amp;nbsp; Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I've not been blogging.&amp;nbsp; It's not that I didn't want to, or that I didn't have the time.&amp;nbsp; I just didn't have the [battery] power to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I did get some pretty cool Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A 250GB PlayStation 3 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gl9VS21II/AAAAAAAABX8/hu9H5nlXqWY/s1600-h/59301817_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gl9VS21II/AAAAAAAABX8/hu9H5nlXqWY/s1600/59301817_1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally was not expecting this one.&amp;nbsp; Well, okay, I kinda was, but still.&amp;nbsp; It's awesome.&amp;nbsp; SOOOOO much better than the Xbox 360.&amp;nbsp; It's not even funny.&amp;nbsp; It's just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Batman: Arkham Asylum&lt;/b&gt; (the greatest game EVER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gm1JphTNI/AAAAAAAABYA/BTIfxEc1RB0/s1600-h/Arkham%20Asylum%20Playstation%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gm1JphTNI/AAAAAAAABYA/BTIfxEc1RB0/s320/Arkham%20Asylum%20Playstation%203.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; I'm proud to say that it was my first PlayStation 3 game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/b&gt; (Barnes &amp;amp; Noble Leatherbound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0GoQ6mtErI/AAAAAAAABYI/6EHhDOtNaQk/s1600-h/40488327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0GoQ6mtErI/AAAAAAAABYI/6EHhDOtNaQk/s320/40488327.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gn0T-C4JI/AAAAAAAABYE/oMRyquBQjX8/s1600-h/40436508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gn0T-C4JI/AAAAAAAABYE/oMRyquBQjX8/s320/40436508.JPG" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'd never actually bought all the Narnia books until now.&amp;nbsp; I was waiting for the perfect edition to come along, I think.&amp;nbsp; Now I've found it, and it's awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$55 in iTunes gift cards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gou3wiEqI/AAAAAAAABYM/jPN2ZxLLRVE/s1600-h/itunes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gou3wiEqI/AAAAAAAABYM/jPN2ZxLLRVE/s200/itunes.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was more that I forgot.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what my Christmas looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front porch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874737387_689072387_4548701_8378331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874737387_689072387_4548701_8378331_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The front entryway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874557387_689072387_4548681_2257454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874557387_689072387_4548681_2257454_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dining room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874617387_689072387_4548687_7658658_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874617387_689072387_4548687_7658658_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The view out the living room window, over the balcony and out over the frozen bay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874527387_689072387_4548676_5014294_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874527387_689072387_4548676_5014294_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Odin, the most awesome white fluffy tiger/dog ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874587387_689072387_4548684_2274135_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874587387_689072387_4548684_2274135_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cousins' cat, who didn't mind sitting in my lap as long as I pet her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19468_254946802387_689072387_4460988_5330033_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19468_254946802387_689072387_4460988_5330033_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874612387_689072387_4548686_3351189_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874612387_689072387_4548686_3351189_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cousin, Sierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19468_254278887387_689072387_4456804_6823523_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19468_254278887387_689072387_4456804_6823523_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cousin Celine (older sister of Sierra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19468_254272367387_689072387_4456788_5658610_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19468_254272367387_689072387_4456788_5658610_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sierra got an unholy amount of belts for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874487387_689072387_4548671_7137883_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs238.snc3/22568_268874487387_689072387_4548671_7137883_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little adorable imp is Rhiannon, the youngest of my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874522387_689072387_4548675_6724623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874522387_689072387_4548675_6724623_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Wisconsin sunset, on the way back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874562387_689072387_4548682_4222239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_268874562387_689072387_4548682_4222239_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, the Wisconsin airport is one of the quietest places on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_263692747387_689072387_4517518_7922498_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs218.snc3/22568_263692747387_689072387_4517518_7922498_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it.&amp;nbsp; I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and apparently Kendra, Elisabeth, and Bree are the only ones that read my blog without having to remind them when I post.&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, Teen Justice is starting up again.&amp;nbsp; I've got some great ideas, and they'll be up very very soon. Look for them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if anyone &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; happen to randomly read this blog who is (A) my friend (real-life or internet-based) and (B) not my friend on Facebook, go &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/knightwing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and send me a request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3321609992426248261?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3321609992426248261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3321609992426248261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3321609992426248261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2010/01/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/S0Gl9VS21II/AAAAAAAABX8/hu9H5nlXqWY/s72-c/59301817_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8244205379263318624</id><published>2009-12-29T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>So I'm back from Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton more stuff to write, but it'll have to come later, for many reasons.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, though, I'm thinking of changing the name of this blog to "Subliminal Intent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8244205379263318624?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8244205379263318624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8244205379263318624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8244205379263318624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8004873058641732471</id><published>2009-12-20T23:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Probable farewell</title><content type='html'>So I'm heading up to Green Bay, WI from the 21st 'til the 28th.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if I'll have blogging-access, so this may be a week-long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have a question:&lt;br /&gt;How many people actually read this blog (without having to have me tell them to)?&amp;nbsp; I'm curious.&amp;nbsp; Do me a favor and comment on this post, no matter who you are.&amp;nbsp; If you have to make a blogger account, then SO BE IT!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8004873058641732471?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8004873058641732471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/probable-farewell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8004873058641732471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8004873058641732471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/probable-farewell.html' title='Probable farewell'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8409495003465293896</id><published>2009-12-18T02:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:35:27.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reformat</title><content type='html'>As your ears and eyes have noticed by now, I've made some changes.  First of all, the blog is now wider.  It always bothered me how narrow the posts were.  Now they're nice and wide.  Actually, they might be too wide now.  I might end up narrowing them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I added a music playlist to the side of my blog.  Bwahaha; your ears are at my mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(though if you can't stand it, don't whine.&amp;nbsp; Click the pause button.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first song on the list—"Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence—has been my favorite song since 2003.&amp;nbsp; I forgot how much I loved it until now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see, all of this was made possible by the fact that I finally figured out how to edit HTML code.  This means that I can now do whatever I want to my blog now. Yay. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8409495003465293896?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8409495003465293896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8409495003465293896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8409495003465293896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/music.html' title='Reformat'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4308694575835001329</id><published>2009-12-12T00:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Random noticings</title><content type='html'>So I'll be heading up to Green Bay, WI for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; That'll be really great, I love my family up there, but rarely get to see them.&amp;nbsp; I'm very excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;i&gt;G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra&lt;/i&gt; again.&amp;nbsp; I actually liked it the second time; I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw &lt;i&gt;New Moon&lt;/i&gt;, just for the heck of it.&lt;br /&gt;UGGGHHHH.&amp;nbsp; That was frustratingly... frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD IS A JEEERRRRRRRKKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! There is NOTHING redeeming about his character in that movie! At all!&lt;br /&gt;It's really bad when the entire point of the story (the Edward/Bella relationship) makes absolutely no sense.&lt;br /&gt;For further thoughts, I direct you to the below video review, as done by an overly excitable fake homeless person.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty much the greatest thing since sliced cheese. &lt;i&gt;(caution: slightly foul language)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="297" src="http://blip.tv/play/AYGxlmIC" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this out: I had a conversation a few minutes ago about the possibility of grasshoppers wearing underpants, when Elisabeth correctly pointed out that technically, at that point, if the grasshoppers didn't wear anything else over the underpants, their "underpants" would be &lt;i&gt;overpants&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very important, as it puts an end to the "Superman wears his underpants on the outside" debate.&amp;nbsp; Technically, Superman wears &lt;i&gt;overpants&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the thought with which I shall leave you. &lt;br /&gt;Farewell, faithful readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4308694575835001329?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4308694575835001329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-noticings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4308694575835001329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4308694575835001329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-noticings.html' title='Random noticings'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-9126173193701659448</id><published>2009-12-06T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Importance</title><content type='html'>I have a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like school doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, but I feel like I should be doing things that matter.&amp;nbsp; Slaying dragons, fighting hordes of goblins, firing torpedoes down the exhaust port of the Death Star, etc. Those are fantastical things, of course, but the point stands.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for me to understand why the big life-or-death things matter.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, though, I can't seem to comprehend why school is important.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; why it's important, of course. But I don't &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; it.&amp;nbsp; I don't have that drive to succeed in school.&amp;nbsp; The irony is that I technically have the ability to be the perfect student.&amp;nbsp; Seriously; I have the absolute best personality type for being a student, and I've got more than enough mental ability to take whatever the school system can throw at me.&amp;nbsp; Despite that, however, I have no motivation for it.&amp;nbsp; All I've got are vague promises that "one day it'll pay off," and that I'm "building my future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that by ignoring school, I'm essentially dooming my hopes and dreams.&amp;nbsp; And, probably most disturbingly, that doesn't bother me nearly as much as it should.&amp;nbsp; I guess in a weird way, my hope has faded considerably over the past few years.&amp;nbsp; I've still got hope, but apparently not enough faith and will to carry it through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one needs me; there's no princess who'll be doomed if I don't do the right thing.&amp;nbsp; The only person that'll be hurt (other than emotionally, of course) by my failure is me.&amp;nbsp; And I'm beginning to care less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&amp;nbsp; I want to be the person who can stand up and make the right choices, but I feel like I don't have any real reason to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a cause to fight for, and it's driving me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-9126173193701659448?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/9126173193701659448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/importance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9126173193701659448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/9126173193701659448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/12/importance.html' title='Importance'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8399577774713496321</id><published>2009-11-30T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.243-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Boredom leads to surveys</title><content type='html'>Surveys lead to anger. Anger leads to hate.&amp;nbsp; Hate leads to suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I just felt like quoting Yoda today. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Have you been asked out?&lt;br /&gt;Um... once or twice.&amp;nbsp; I dodged them both, with varying degrees of smoothness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Gregory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - What's the first thing you do when you wake up from a nap?&lt;br /&gt;Go check my computer for new emails, blog comments, facebook notices, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Worried about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black under a gray zip-up jacket dealie ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Missing something?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Current Favorite Quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:50:45 AM Angela: I worked my ass off cooking and cleaning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:51:09 AM Aaron Ross: be sure to find it before it runs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:51:47 AM Angela: Are you kidding?&amp;nbsp; My ass is so stupid, it wouldn't be able to find it's way out of a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:51:55 AM Angela: Though, sitting is kind of complex, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:52:14 AM Aaron Ross: how are your legs still connected to your torso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:54:45 AM Angela: I'm like Rayman.&amp;nbsp; My legs and body are connected by... magnets... or something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:54:51 AM Aaron Ross: ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12:54:52 AM Angela: My ass is purely for aesthetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - If you could go back in time and change something what would be?&lt;br /&gt;Eeeesh.&amp;nbsp; I'd not say a bunch of things that I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - If you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin, maybe.&amp;nbsp; Or a tiger. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;I think I've probably had several dozen and not known it.&amp;nbsp; Driving is dangerous when you're flipping through songs on your iPod at the same time. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - The song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSN6et9eze8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - Least favorite household chore?&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of at the point where I don't really "hate" any of them.&amp;nbsp; But laundry is definitely up there; it's just annoying because it needs to be done all the time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;KATE BECKINSALE. O_O (sorry for the caps; I just found that out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;o_O&amp;nbsp; Clearly you do not know me if you need this question answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Flying.&amp;nbsp; No question about it.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - What's the first thing you notice about the opposite gender?&lt;br /&gt;Approximately how closely they resemble an Elven princess. (scale of one to ten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 - What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink coffee, you mindless caffeine-drone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - What's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Um... well, I kind of [REMOVED] [REMOVED] for this [REMOVED]. I feel bad about it, because it's not my place to [REMOVED] [REMOVED] [REMOVED], and [REMOVED] not even anywhere near here.&amp;nbsp; I really need to [REMOVED] [REMOVED] [REMOVED], but I can't seem to be able to. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23- What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 - Do you still watch kiddie shows or TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;I watch animated series that are made for multiple age demographics, but nothing specifically aimed at children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 - What's on your walls?&lt;br /&gt;Superman poster and... nothing else.&amp;nbsp; I like to keep a clean-looking room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 - What are you?&lt;br /&gt;The last survivor of a distant planet, sent here to aid mankind with my amazing powers.&amp;nbsp; I'm also heir to the throne of Gondor and the Captain of the&lt;i&gt; U.S.S. Enterprise&lt;/i&gt;. (starship, not aircraft carrier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 - Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of Sindarin.&amp;nbsp; I can also read a few other fictional alphabets, like Kryptonian and Aurebesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 - What's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;Her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 - Describe your life in one word!&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 - Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 - What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;The last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 - What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking about the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 - Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 - How often do you talk to God?&lt;br /&gt;Not as often as I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 - Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;Mowing the lawn is kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 - If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?&lt;br /&gt;My own last name has certain... uses.&amp;nbsp; If all goes well, I'll be able to explain that on June 3rd, 2017.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 - What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 - Do you have many friends?&lt;br /&gt;Um... I'm really not sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 - Who is your role-model?&lt;br /&gt;Superman?&amp;nbsp; Uh... my dad?&amp;nbsp; (Jesus is too obvious an answer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8399577774713496321?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8399577774713496321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/boredom-leads-to-surveys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8399577774713496321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8399577774713496321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/boredom-leads-to-surveys.html' title='Boredom leads to surveys'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3040683057124923275</id><published>2009-11-27T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED!! O_O</title><content type='html'>TAG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to write? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite books?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeesh.  Ultimate Spider-Man, Tolkien's entire Legendarium, the Star Wars expanded universe, The Zombie Survival Guide, The Harry Potter series, etc.  I don't read nearly as much as I'd like to, so most of the books I read are related to movies that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you compose music/write songs?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like poetry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit.  I once wrote an entire short story in rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love someone so much who made you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can't cry when I'm alone.  Don't know why.  Often it's felt like I should, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken a bone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been in a police car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been on a boat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fallen asleep in school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... I am homeschooled, and I have definitely fallen asleep while "reading my textbook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you sing today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did quietly sing the first two lines of "Go Go Power Rangers," and I hummed the Star Trek theme very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KFC, Popeyes or Church's?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC! Duh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chick-fil-a or What-a-burger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick-Fil-A, all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starbucks or McCafe?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I don't drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite time of year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Spring/Early Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ever talk to yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.  Do imaginary people count? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a favorite treat you like to buy on occasion?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty.  I'm sure it's not healthy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe the Bible is the literal Word of God and is infallible?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite sport?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh... Kung Fu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color is your iPod?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York. I think it'd be awesome to live there, actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could go to any fictional place, where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take a tour of Middle-Earth.  Lothlorien, Minas Tirith, Hobbiton, the Grey Havens, etc.  (if you recognized all those names, I congratulate you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you love to write or do you just like writing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it, when it works correctly. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer/Master Martial Artist/Swordmaster/Husband/Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite animal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf, maybe?  No!  TIGER. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence - Bring Me To Life.&lt;br /&gt;Though "Arise" by Flyleaf is really awesome for me right now.  Especially at 2:57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only sometimes.  My priorities are totally out of whack, so I view school as a distraction.  I desperately need to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a people person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um; sorta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to talk?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the subject.  I normally stay quiet, but if it's a subject that I have an opinion on, I will be very forceful with my words.  If it's something that I have a moral issue with, there's nothing that can stop me from arguing to the death over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything involving bread, cheese, meat, or salt. (Pizza, Burgers, Steak, Chicken, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing, geek-subject-researching, DAYDREAMING, swordplay, podcast-listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite author?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I don't have one anymore.  =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite weapon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword.  Always and forever.  It's more than a weapon: it's a symbol, its master's every emotion and thought metal-wrought, gleaming with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is this a fun tag, or are you getting bored?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked that last question. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like Hannah Montana and all those girly people and movies like High school Musical?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glee_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Glee&lt;/a&gt;.  That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you scared of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god...  Uh...&lt;br /&gt;Being left alone, like a social leper.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming one of those fat, disgusting people who live alone and do nothing but read comic books and argue with their equally-disgusting friends about which superhero would win in a fight.  I'm dangerously close to that one.&lt;br /&gt;Being rejected by the one who should be my love.&lt;br /&gt;Not being honorable or willful enough to live up to my potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite flowers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisies. They're the friendliest flower. (watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You%27ve_Got_Mail"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the expression on your face?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful, yet slightly annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color of your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are you going to tag and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have anyone else to tag. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Kendra, I thought you might like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abstractions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my "deep writing" blog.  Where I post my non-joking, serious stuff.  I don't normally link people to it (hence why it's not on my profile page), but I'd really like for you to see it. :)&lt;br /&gt;My best ones (I think) are &lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/2008/08/metal-and-its-master.html"&gt;The Metal and its Master&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-desire.html"&gt;My Desire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-runs.html"&gt;She Runs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/2009/01/androgynous-boys-are-dangerous.html"&gt;Androgynous Boys Are Dangerous&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/2008/12/lonely-walk.html"&gt;A Lonely Walk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3040683057124923275?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3040683057124923275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-tagged-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3040683057124923275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3040683057124923275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-tagged-oo.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED!! O_O'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3498763707804240595</id><published>2009-11-22T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:15:37.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lois Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldsfinestonline.com/WF/superman/bios/heroes/lois/01.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.worldsfinestonline.com/WF/superman/bios/heroes/lois/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I've never really understood the character of Lois Lane in the past.&amp;nbsp; She's brusque, often unkind, and not always likable.&amp;nbsp; She's entertaining as a character, but I've never understood why Superman would want to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was thinking about a certain girl, and why I like her.&amp;nbsp; See, most people talk to me with a certain level of respect or deference.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of nice.&amp;nbsp; This girl, however, doesn't.&amp;nbsp; She can be very sweet when the occasion calls for it, but she will also treat me as an equal, and humorously call me out on things when I'm wrong.&amp;nbsp; In a weird way, I really love that about her.&amp;nbsp; I love that there's someone who can prove me wrong about something, yet still remain lovable.&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about this, it hit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is why Superman likes Lois Lane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman has the odd privilege of seeing two sides of Lois: the sometimes-berating Lois who works with Clark Kent, and the weak-in-the-knees Lois that loves Superman.&amp;nbsp; In this way, Lois is both an equal and a lover.&amp;nbsp; In the best Superman stories, Clark Kent is not the bumbling character seen in the Christopher Reeve films (great as they are), but a very intelligent character who uses cleverness to hide his identity, not deception.&amp;nbsp; (Watch the video below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0QVvbhMm24&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0QVvbhMm24&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lois and Clark are equals.&amp;nbsp; Clark doesn't really get that from anyone else.&amp;nbsp; Everyone else in the world literally looks up to Superman in awe; Lois is the only woman in the world who treats him like a real person.&amp;nbsp; This makes perfect sense, since Clark is a generally humble person who wouldn't want a girl that just fawned over him all the time.&amp;nbsp; And, in addition, he still gets to see her more vulnerable, ultra-feminine side every time he saves her from something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah; I finally get it.&amp;nbsp; After all these years, Lois Lane's place in the Superman mythos finally makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, the girl that inspired this revelation is nowhere near as rough as Lois, but maybe that's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Still, I do have the dilemma of being romantically invisible, so I've got the Clark Kent side of things down pretty well.&amp;nbsp; Now I just need to figure out the Superman angle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scifipulse.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/superman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://scifipulse.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/superman.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3498763707804240595?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3498763707804240595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/lois-lane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3498763707804240595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3498763707804240595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/lois-lane.html' title='Lois Lane'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4388821805176769798</id><published>2009-11-14T01:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to attempt to start something among my blogger-friends.&lt;br /&gt;I want you all to post photos of objects that have great sentimental value for you.&amp;nbsp; Maybe throw in a few family/friends photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been paying attention to recent posts, you'll recognize my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvJo_jmQxBI/AAAAAAAABTI/-V6xgZZBtUU/s1600-h/photo-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvJo_jmQxBI/AAAAAAAABTI/-V6xgZZBtUU/s400/photo-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Way down at the bottom of the picture is Kira, the first computer I ever built from scratch.&amp;nbsp; I actually bought the parts and put them together, with no prior knowledge of how to build a computer.&amp;nbsp; I never quite got her to run perfectly (the motherboard I got was really cheap), but she's my baby.&amp;nbsp; One day I'll rebuild her, better and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5TxC1C99I/AAAAAAAABT4/5VxghUidQNo/s1600-h/IMG_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5TxC1C99I/AAAAAAAABT4/5VxghUidQNo/s400/IMG_0787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To the immediate left of my desk is my bookshelf.&amp;nbsp; On it, you can see the three pillars of DC Comics: Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.&amp;nbsp; Below, I've got shelves of book-geekery, including such titles as &lt;i&gt;The Star Trek Encyclopedia: A Reference Guide to the Future&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Jedi vs Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force&lt;/i&gt;, and four hardcover volumes of &lt;i&gt;Ultimate Spider-Man&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You might also notice a pile of swords and lightsabers stashed in the space between my shelf and my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5UsG2HtlI/AAAAAAAABUA/zGz9gCqXClw/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5UsG2HtlI/AAAAAAAABUA/zGz9gCqXClw/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yet another step to the left, a Superman shield poster adorns the back of my bedroom door.&amp;nbsp; There's a gash in it from when a couple friends of mine accidentally slashed it with a plastic sword, but I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5Vm-0wQxI/AAAAAAAABUI/oNxS1TW5mM0/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5Vm-0wQxI/AAAAAAAABUI/oNxS1TW5mM0/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my Master Replicas Force FX Luke Skywalker Lightsaber.&amp;nbsp; I named her Shelley.&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5V6XEVhOI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XPG8kH44FDg/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5V6XEVhOI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XPG8kH44FDg/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is an assortment of random little objects that mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in chronological order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5WLfPaZ5I/AAAAAAAABUY/9BSlvzo4lFg/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5WLfPaZ5I/AAAAAAAABUY/9BSlvzo4lFg/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a wallet that I got as a "toy" in a kids' meal at Wendy's when I was seven.&amp;nbsp; It was actually a really good wallet that served me well for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5WgrKwRrI/AAAAAAAABUg/-Xq99fueBko/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5WgrKwRrI/AAAAAAAABUg/-Xq99fueBko/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a bouncy/flashy ball that I got when I was ten.&amp;nbsp; I took it on my first-ever family road trip (to California), and I always get a really weird sense of warmth and comfort when I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5W6D0A7wI/AAAAAAAABUo/cgH_zfvL19I/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5W6D0A7wI/AAAAAAAABUo/cgH_zfvL19I/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is perhaps the one that means the most to me.&amp;nbsp; It's a note that my friend Emily wrote to me after my dad died in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5XEjvAeVI/AAAAAAAABUw/xJxKBiFqank/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5XEjvAeVI/AAAAAAAABUw/xJxKBiFqank/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Basically, she wrote that she was praying for me, and that she was always there if I needed encouragement.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time that I think I understood that I had friends who really loved me.&amp;nbsp; (Even if she didn't explicitly say it)&amp;nbsp; Emily and I had a kind of silent caring friendship afterward that I really treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5Xw7ttErI/AAAAAAAABU4/FWr9-K8D6Ck/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5Xw7ttErI/AAAAAAAABU4/FWr9-K8D6Ck/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was the CPU to my first PC. (not Kira, but the one that my dad had given me before I'd built Kira.)&amp;nbsp; I guess there's nothing special about it; I just like the idea of still owning the "heart" of my first PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5YHujdzkI/AAAAAAAABVA/FPV7kObHbNw/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5YHujdzkI/AAAAAAAABVA/FPV7kObHbNw/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5YNLBBJLI/AAAAAAAABVI/YAsWSTpk6qI/s1600-h/IMG_0799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5YNLBBJLI/AAAAAAAABVI/YAsWSTpk6qI/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another thing that Emily gave me; a souvenir from when she and her family went to Disneyland.&amp;nbsp; It's a personalized "passport" from the Star Tours ride.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty cool, since it's basically a physical link between me and the Star Wars universe. (yes, I am a geek. I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5YyDMehrI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Emfb1wOGse0/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5YyDMehrI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Emfb1wOGse0/s200/IMG_0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a keychain from the driving school that I went to while on Summer vacation in Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5ZCc47JRI/AAAAAAAABVY/rAmATdo34-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5ZCc47JRI/AAAAAAAABVY/rAmATdo34-Q/s200/IMG_0795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a broken penny. It was fired through a machine down at NASA's visitor center in Houston.&amp;nbsp; That was a fun trip; it was basically a field trip / road trip for my homeschool co-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5ZwR2XujI/AAAAAAAABVg/ucvQVG-EIoI/s1600-h/NASA+teens.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5ZwR2XujI/AAAAAAAABVg/ucvQVG-EIoI/s320/NASA+teens.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BWAHAHA! I have now posted pictures of my former peers on the internet! The stalkers will come for them soon. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5aFhp7meI/AAAAAAAABVo/TNZl3uuGldM/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5aFhp7meI/AAAAAAAABVo/TNZl3uuGldM/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a page that was added to my co-op's comedic version of &lt;i&gt;Macbeth&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; What was funny about it was that it was completely false.&amp;nbsp; While the rest of the cast were going to follow this page, a buddy and I had conspired with our teacher to actually throw in a super-climactic lightsaber battle.&amp;nbsp; For no other reason than I wanted to have an awesome lightsaber battle. (if I could find the pictures of it, I'd upload them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5bKsBAf0I/AAAAAAAABVw/cgj4agaxhp8/s1600-h/Co-Op+pics+115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sv5bKsBAf0I/AAAAAAAABVw/cgj4agaxhp8/s400/Co-Op+pics+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lastly, this is a photo from my senior prom. (Yes, homeschoolers have proms.)&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't exactly my favorite event, but I'm still really glad that I went.&amp;nbsp; It's hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it.&amp;nbsp; I've probably got more, but that's it for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave many personal and normally-intruding question-comments; I'm in the mood for nostalgia anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4388821805176769798?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4388821805176769798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4388821805176769798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4388821805176769798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvJo_jmQxBI/AAAAAAAABTI/-V6xgZZBtUU/s72-c/photo-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5394333191726136112</id><published>2009-11-09T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.244-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Intolerance, hypocrisy, and other stuff</title><content type='html'>On a forum that I frequent, this post came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I had to remove a couple people from Facebook. I don't care if you are a Christian or not, but if all you are going to do is quote scripture goodbye. I don't care about your politics either, and if all you are going to do is post one sided "news stories", then goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I friend people because I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;A. know them in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;B. want to know what's going on in heir lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;not because I wanted to be preached at. F**k anybody who does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very representative of what I feel is mass hypocrisy on the part of many secular Americans.&amp;nbsp; They get offended at mere quoting of scripture (not even specifically at anyone, no less), yet call Christians "intolerant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the whole "you're so hateful, I hope you burn and die" argument.&amp;nbsp; It's hypocritical, intolerant, and ignorant.&amp;nbsp; More than that, it's hateful.&amp;nbsp; It's one thing to disagree; it's another to react viciously to the mere mention of something other than your own belief (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid, stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5394333191726136112?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5394333191726136112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/intolerance-hypocrisy-and-other-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5394333191726136112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5394333191726136112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/intolerance-hypocrisy-and-other-stuff.html' title='Intolerance, hypocrisy, and other stuff'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-2435066144140410281</id><published>2009-11-08T01:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:58:40.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend of the Seeker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZuunQUJEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/60Np_zwVS_k/s1600-h/legend-of-the-seeker-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZuunQUJEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/60Np_zwVS_k/s400/legend-of-the-seeker-poster1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Legend of the Seeker&lt;/i&gt; is the TV series adaptation of the &lt;i&gt;Sword of Truth&lt;/i&gt; fantasy novel series.&amp;nbsp; When it premiered, it had an EXTREMELY cheesy pilot episode that had literally the most derivative plotline I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Despite its relative terribleness, the show had potential.&amp;nbsp; At the very least, it could be described as "a bunch of hot people fighting with swords."&amp;nbsp; Which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Since the entire first season was put up on Hulu last Summer (and no, it's not still there. =( ), I decided to watch more of the show.&lt;br /&gt;At episode #8, something odd happened: the show got good.&amp;nbsp; Despite the fact that the plot revolved around leather-clad female dominatrixes (is that redundant?)—which should be the first indication that the show is cheap and pandering—the underlying themes of pain, loyalty, and self-sacrifice were surprisingly well-expressed.&lt;br /&gt;From that point, the entire show kept a certain level of depth that was comforting.&amp;nbsp; Nothing too mind-blowing, but a little bit above average.&amp;nbsp; Definitely enough for my swordfight-loving mind to be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZ2Qmr46EI/AAAAAAAABTo/3LFnetnmP_U/s1600-h/Seeker_OneSheet_09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZ2Qmr46EI/AAAAAAAABTo/3LFnetnmP_U/s320/Seeker_OneSheet_09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Season 2's premiere just aired tonight.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I feel like I should get on my knees and thank God.&lt;br /&gt;This show is seriously amazing.&lt;br /&gt;This season is practically dripping with depth, has the best action seen yet, and appears to have production values that rival the most expensive shows on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZ17R2C-mI/AAAAAAAABTY/POF8m_uIFpw/s1600-h/51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZ17R2C-mI/AAAAAAAABTY/POF8m_uIFpw/s320/51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y'see, there was always a part of me that wanted to love &lt;i&gt;Legend of the Seeker&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The main character, Richard Cypher, is pretty much the archetypal hero.&amp;nbsp; He's a young man whose home was burned down by evil forces, then discovered that he was the fabled hero who would defeat an evil dark lord and bring peace to the land. (see what I mean about the derivativeness?)&amp;nbsp; What I really like about Richard, though, is that he's got a good heart.&amp;nbsp; He can instinctively seek out the truth, and is driven by his compassion for others.&amp;nbsp; You don't see too many heroes like that on TV these days, so it's refreshing.&amp;nbsp; On top of that, his swordfighting style is exactly like mine.&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I spend quite a bit of my free time &lt;a href="http://aaronsabstractions.blogspot.com/2008/08/metal-and-its-master.html"&gt;choreographing swordfights in my head&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When I daydream, a sword is almost always involved.&amp;nbsp; When I listen to music, I often judge it by how well it would work as background music for a swordfight. (overly emotional alternative rock and metal work best)&amp;nbsp; And when I watch Richard fight, it's like I'm actually in the show, guiding his movements.&amp;nbsp; It's weird, but also really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  I love this show now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZ2BGcsUUI/AAAAAAAABTg/eJ51Ek-w4TI/s1600-h/LOTS_Season_2_Character_Profile_Picture_-_Richard_with_Premiere_Tune-In.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZ2BGcsUUI/AAAAAAAABTg/eJ51Ek-w4TI/s400/LOTS_Season_2_Character_Profile_Picture_-_Richard_with_Premiere_Tune-In.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvieiinhVhI/AAAAAAAABTw/sYNwAyGWBQg/s1600-h/LOTS_Season_2_Character_Profile_Picture_-_Cara_with_Premiere_Tune-In.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvieiinhVhI/AAAAAAAABTw/sYNwAyGWBQg/s400/LOTS_Season_2_Character_Profile_Picture_-_Cara_with_Premiere_Tune-In.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-2435066144140410281?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/2435066144140410281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/legend-of-seeker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2435066144140410281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/2435066144140410281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/legend-of-seeker.html' title='Legend of the Seeker'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvZuunQUJEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/60Np_zwVS_k/s72-c/legend-of-the-seeker-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-602100497018248852</id><published>2009-11-04T23:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:58:37.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desk</title><content type='html'>I am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this computer desk.  It's a tower corner desk.  It looks something like this one below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studiorta.com/images/1/a-tower-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.studiorta.com/images/1/a-tower-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look anywhere near as nice as that one, but it's the same basic design.&amp;nbsp; The main difference is that on my desk, there's another smaller shelf above the one you see the monitor sitting on in that picture. &amp;nbsp; It's supposed to hold the monitor up at eye level, but it only creates problems for me.&amp;nbsp; Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itechnews.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/apple-macbook-aluminum-late-2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://www.itechnews.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/apple-macbook-aluminum-late-2008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a new Macbook for Christmas last year.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that it's longer than the distance between the end of the monitor shelf and the end of the main "desk" shelf.&amp;nbsp; So essentially, my desktop was too short for my Macbook to fit.&amp;nbsp; As anyone who's ever used a laptop will know, it's always easier to use a desk than your actual lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had an idea.&amp;nbsp; "Why not just take the monitor shelf out entirely?!"&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvJo_jmQxBI/AAAAAAAABTI/-V6xgZZBtUU/s1600-h/photo-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvJo_jmQxBI/AAAAAAAABTI/-V6xgZZBtUU/s400/photo-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I now have enough room for both my Macbook and my PC monitor.&amp;nbsp; As an added bonus, I can now hook up my PC's sound system to my Macbook, and have awesome sound.&amp;nbsp; W00T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-602100497018248852?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/602100497018248852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/desk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/602100497018248852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/602100497018248852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/desk.html' title='Desk'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SvJo_jmQxBI/AAAAAAAABTI/-V6xgZZBtUU/s72-c/photo-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7855959387472734249</id><published>2009-11-04T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>People often ask me why I have such an interest in stories of heroism. Superman has long been a fictional idol of mine, and my favorite fantasy characters are always the ones with innate traits of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In part, it's because they portray ideals that I believe in: selflessness, compassion, and strength through fear.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, however, it all comes down to one simple fact:&lt;br /&gt;The hero gets the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've ever wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7855959387472734249?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7855959387472734249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7855959387472734249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7855959387472734249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1115044742982826123</id><published>2009-10-31T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:33:39.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment!</title><content type='html'>So I have this new story I've been working on, called &lt;a href="http://teen-justice.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teen Justice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need people to read the story and comment on it.&amp;nbsp; Comments are important; they keep me going with it and give important feedback.&amp;nbsp; I need to know what things you guys like about the story, so I can figure out how to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, people. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1115044742982826123?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1115044742982826123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/comment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1115044742982826123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1115044742982826123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/comment.html' title='Comment!'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1479624643471923191</id><published>2009-10-27T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Fight to Live</title><content type='html'>My thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live to fight another day. &amp;nbsp;Fight to live another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1479624643471923191?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1479624643471923191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/fight-to-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1479624643471923191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1479624643471923191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/fight-to-live.html' title='Fight to Live'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4518578032197173984</id><published>2009-10-24T00:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:51:35.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camaraderie</title><content type='html'>I've recently been playing a lot of &lt;i&gt;Lego Star Wars&lt;/i&gt; with Trey.&lt;br /&gt;Trey, for those not in the know, is a seven-year-old boy (his birthday was two days ago) who, along with his Aunt, lives with us.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't really have a strong male figure in his life, so I guess I qualify as both an older brother and a semi-father figure.&amp;nbsp; He definitely takes after me in a lot of the same ways that I took after my dad.&lt;br /&gt;We like a lot of the same things, including Lego, Star Wars, and video games.&amp;nbsp; Naturally, therefore, one of our favorite activities is playing an amalgamation of the three: &lt;i&gt;Lego Star Wars: The Video Game&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For his birthday, he got a Nintendo Wii (Yay!) and Lego Star Wars: The Complete Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SuKSoqcglnI/AAAAAAAABS4/HOMJPhVbdMU/s1600-h/Lego_Star_Wars-The_Complete_Saga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SuKSoqcglnI/AAAAAAAABS4/HOMJPhVbdMU/s320/Lego_Star_Wars-The_Complete_Saga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The game is awesome.&amp;nbsp; It's got playable Lego versions of every character from the entire saga.&amp;nbsp; Luke Skywalker? Check. Luke Skywalker in his outfit from &lt;i&gt;The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/i&gt;? Check.&amp;nbsp; That four-armed diner owner from&lt;i&gt; Attack of the Clones&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp; Check.&amp;nbsp; Those Royal Guard guys that always stood next to the Emperor with those cool pikes, but did nothing? Check.&amp;nbsp; Four different versions of Obi-Wan Kenobi, each with slightly altered lightsaber combat styles that correspond with his evolving fighting style from each of the first four episodes? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Even better is the fact that it's really fun, yet simple enough for Trey to understand.&amp;nbsp; There's a great feeling that comes from fighting alongside a little brother against the forces of the Empire; it's completely irreplicable.&amp;nbsp; When Trey (as R2-D2) plugs into a nearby computer system and opens a door, while I (as Luke Skywalker) defend him from blaster fire using my lightsaber.&amp;nbsp; It's that feeling of of cooperation, of brotherhood, of camaraderie.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4518578032197173984?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4518578032197173984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/camaraderie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4518578032197173984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4518578032197173984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/camaraderie.html' title='Camaraderie'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/SuKSoqcglnI/AAAAAAAABS4/HOMJPhVbdMU/s72-c/Lego_Star_Wars-The_Complete_Saga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-495937467926222466</id><published>2009-10-23T23:15:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:34:55.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geekdom and TV Shows</title><content type='html'>So I decided awhile back that I didn't want to make this into a geek-blog.&amp;nbsp; I think it may have been an attempt to (A) get myself away from my constant mental fixation on things of the geek realm and (B) impress a certain girl with my not-geekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, geekdom is, in truth, what is often on my mind, so maybe I shouldn't avoid it so forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that being said, geekdom is only part of my post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching several TV shows lately: The Office, 30 Rock, Stargate Universe, and Star Wars: The Clone Wars.&amp;nbsp; I've had rather different opinions on all four of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office:&lt;br /&gt;Still funny, even if its concept is getting a little more soap operaish and less flat-out funny.  Still, though, this clip may be the best thing I've ever seen in my entire life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="231 " width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/cQQ2Y3xrX5ug90S8AIzV4Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/cQQ2Y3xrX5ug90S8AIzV4Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Rock:&lt;br /&gt;This may be my new favorite comedy.  It's dazzlingly well-written, quirky and charming as all get-out, and somehow manages to balance everything into a single visual narrative that's so entertaining that it boggles the mind.&lt;br /&gt;I love this show. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargate Universe:&lt;br /&gt;Eh.  This iteration of Stargate is much more in line with Battlestar Galactica, which sounds good on paper.  Unfortunately, it's a little boring at times.  Well, most of the time, actually.  It's enjoyable enough to keep watching, but it still seems to be stuck in the same place after five whole episodes.  Oh well.  It's definitely got potential, so I'll keep watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars: The Clone Wars:&lt;br /&gt;So last season, my main complaint was that the episodes were too self-contained, and didn't have enough consequences for the entire overall story.  Well, now we have episodes that practically run straight into one another, thus creating an interesting dilemma: the episodes don't have real endings.  Now that I've got my wish, I suddenly wish that I could take it back.  I would prefer it if I didn't have to wait a whole week or three just to get a complete story.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  The animation is better than ever, and the story is definitely more mature this time around.  Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dollhouse&lt;/i&gt; is still weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-495937467926222466?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/495937467926222466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/geekdom-and-tv-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/495937467926222466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/495937467926222466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/geekdom-and-tv-shows.html' title='Geekdom and TV Shows'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4574862435637270033</id><published>2009-10-15T01:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:16:44.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL YOU STOP?!?</title><content type='html'>Can my friends-who-are-girls PLEASE stop getting together with stupid guys?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they're not that hard to spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4574862435637270033?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4574862435637270033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-stop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4574862435637270033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4574862435637270033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-you-stop.html' title='WILL YOU STOP?!?'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3368766695448663605</id><published>2009-10-12T00:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>English Academia is moronic</title><content type='html'>So I've come to a sad conclusion: &lt;br /&gt;English academia is really messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing a ton of research last week, I discovered that "published essays," which are, essentially, the pinnacle of literary criticism and discussion, are incredibly flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are perfectly adequate as a technical medium, relying mainly on the citing of sources and the repetition of main points.&amp;nbsp; However, they lack real artistry: that ability that language possesses to sweep the reader up into a vivid mental journey through the dense forests of detail and irony; to carry the reader's mind through the endless circles of human paradox; to enrapture the soul of the reader in a whirlwind of knowledge and perhaps-truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See how awesome that was?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a rather unique mental ability: I can read the English language to the point where my mind essentially rides its words like a flowing river.&amp;nbsp; When a sentence is written incorrectly, it jars my brain as if I've just slammed into a rock in the middle of the stream.&amp;nbsp; That's how it often feels when I read a "professional" essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic writing is so stiff and overladen with detail that it's sickening.&amp;nbsp; It's making me seriously reconsider any ideas that I had before about becoming an English teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3368766695448663605?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3368766695448663605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-academia-is-moronic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3368766695448663605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3368766695448663605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-academia-is-moronic.html' title='English Academia is moronic'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6722739219341950774</id><published>2009-10-11T02:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Weird.</title><content type='html'>So I liked this one girl for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think her boyfriend (whom she is now broken up with) may have been/is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite sure what to think about that.  On one hand, it's like "wow; I feel so much better about myself now that I can see how pathetic he is" (for basically lying to her and himself by pretending not to be gay).&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's like "she still completely ignored me and dated him for all that time.  Does that make me even more pathetic?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6722739219341950774?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6722739219341950774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6722739219341950774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6722739219341950774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/weird.html' title='Weird.'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-4755094752040840922</id><published>2009-10-08T23:17:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>In Noctem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8826951-70d" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8826951-70d" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry my soul into the night&lt;br /&gt;May the stars light my way.&lt;br /&gt;I glory in the sight&lt;br /&gt;As darkness takes the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferte in noctem animam meam&lt;br /&gt;Illustrent stellae viam meam&lt;br /&gt;Aspectu illo glorior&lt;br /&gt;Dum capit nox diem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantate vitae canticum&lt;br /&gt;Sine dolore actae&lt;br /&gt;Dicite eis quos amabam&lt;br /&gt;Me numquam obliturum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song, a song of life&lt;br /&gt;Made without regret&lt;br /&gt;Tell the ones, the ones I loved&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-4755094752040840922?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/4755094752040840922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-noctem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4755094752040840922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/4755094752040840922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-noctem.html' title='In Noctem'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5177164066905592493</id><published>2009-10-08T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I'm Stuck</title><content type='html'>So I'm a rather huge dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, possibly life-altering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never actually told anyone this before, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I said in an earlier post, skipping classes was a very very very bad idea.&amp;nbsp; I got stuck in a place where I couldn't even start going back to class again because I was so far behind.&amp;nbsp; Well, now it's the same situation, but far worse.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, nothing's improved.&amp;nbsp; I'm doing alright in one of my English classes now, but the workload for even that one class is getting pretty steep.&amp;nbsp; My History class is a blessing in that there are no assignments other than tests, so as long as I stay up-to-date with the material then I should be fine.&amp;nbsp; My other three classes are not going so wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already missed one major assignment in my British Lit class, I'm extremely far behind on my English Grammar class (and my teacher is very unlikely to be forgiving of my absence), and my grade in my German class can only be saved by an act of God.&lt;br /&gt;And I have tests for all five classes the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, see, here's the thing: what do I do at this point?&amp;nbsp; Do I just drop my classes to save my G.P.A.?&amp;nbsp; If I do, then I'll have wasted a couple thousand dollars in student loan money.&amp;nbsp; If I don't drop the classes, and work my absolute hardest on all five of them for the remainder of the semester, can I get anything better than a C in each of them?&amp;nbsp; I mean, the only class I'm actively attending is the one that's the most demanding, and I'm doubtful that I can get an A in that class despite the fact that English is by far my best subject.&amp;nbsp; If I work hard and actually do things right from here on out, then can I still get anything better than a 2.5 grade average?&amp;nbsp; I mean, because I transferred this semester, my G.P.A. is wiped clean and brand-new.&amp;nbsp; My 3.29 grade average from my last school won't do anything to help my current G.P.A.&amp;nbsp; And what's that going to do for me? It'll only hurt my chances of getting a good job and qualifying for some desperately-needed scholarships.&amp;nbsp; It's like there's nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel horrible about all of this.&amp;nbsp; I really don't understand why all of this happened.&amp;nbsp; I've never been a bad student before; in high school I was beloved by all my teachers, and was known as one of the best and brightest students.&amp;nbsp; Heck, my personality type is statistically the best for being a student.&amp;nbsp; So why on Earth have I acted so stupidly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cycle; every semester I screw up, but promise myself that it'll be better next semester, and that I'll actually put in effort and do things right.&amp;nbsp; And every time I believe it.&amp;nbsp; I went into this semester thinking that I was doing great; that I was finally going to live up to my potential, make my mother proud (or at least get her to shut up about all my negative qualities), and pave the way for my future.&amp;nbsp; And somehow I started crashing within the first week.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how it happened.&amp;nbsp; I was on-campus, waiting for my class to start, but when it came time for me to walk to my classroom, I just walked straight to the parking lot and drove away. It's not like I didn't realize what I was doing; it was a conscious choice.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird; I often feel trapped at school. Like it actually hurts somehow to go to class.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel that way at TCC; it was fine there.&amp;nbsp; At UTA, however, I feel like I'm climbing into an oven when I force myself to walk through the door and sit down.&amp;nbsp; It's not like the school is bad or anything; it's a great school, and I actually like it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;There's just something strange in me that feels like it's being torn out of my heart when I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's that, for once in my life, I actually need to focus on something that doesn't directly involve my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm an only child, and was homeschooled my entire life.&amp;nbsp; I spent most of my early years at home, with nothing to do but delve into my own imaginary adventures.&amp;nbsp; Even later, when I actually had friends that I saw semi-regularly, I was stuck in my own head.&amp;nbsp; And it's never stopped.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;I have a strange kind of comfort in the fact that I can retreat into my imagination whenever I feel the need to do so.&amp;nbsp; If I'm ever lonely, I instinctively imagine that I've got a friend with me.&amp;nbsp; It's so habitual that it's actually harder for me to actually clear my mind and force myself to realize that I'm alone.&amp;nbsp; Which may be why school hurts so badly: it forces me to actually deal with the real world and give it my full attention.&amp;nbsp; Now, I can do that in most circumstances anyway, but only if it distracts me enough or interests me enough to keep me from feeling that empty feeling that I get when I realize that all I really have to do is school and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a family; not really. My mother doesn't count. (it's complicated)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a girl to love, despite the fact that she-whom-I-do-not-yet-know dominates many of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I have some friends; I really do appreciate them more than they know. (if you're reading this, then apparently you're among them.)&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I feel like I'm lacking a measure of comfort; like the reality of my life is a carpet of steel spikes.&amp;nbsp; And I have no idea what to do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5177164066905592493?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5177164066905592493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-stuck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5177164066905592493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5177164066905592493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-stuck.html' title='I&apos;m Stuck'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8753990686561389667</id><published>2009-10-07T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Jealous?</title><content type='html'>Many of you will be familiar with this scenario.&amp;nbsp; Guy A ("Clark") is friends with (and sort of likes) Girl A ("Chloe"), but Girl A is dating Guy B ("Ian").&amp;nbsp; Clark is a genuinely good person, and suspects that Ian isn't that great of a guy.&amp;nbsp; Being a good friend, he brings this up with Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how this plays out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hey, Chloe, I wanted to talk to you about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe:&lt;/b&gt; Sure; what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt; Well, it's about Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chloe becomes suddenly suspicious.&amp;nbsp; Her eyes narrow, and she slightly frowns.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt; I don't think he's that great of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chloe becomes defensive and irritated] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe:&lt;/b&gt; Why would you say something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt; I heard him talking to some of his other friends about "some girl," and not in a really nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe:&lt;/b&gt; And, what? You think he was talking about me?&amp;nbsp; Come on, Clark; have you never said anything stupid just to impress your "bros?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt; No, I haven't, and--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, that's right, because you're SO PERFECT.&amp;nbsp; Y'know what, Clark? It's not your business who I date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt; No, that's not the point. I was just concerned for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe:&lt;/b&gt; So making judgments about the guys I like is being "concerned?"&amp;nbsp; The world doesn't revolve around you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clark:&lt;/b&gt; Hey! I was just trying to make sure you didn't get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chloe [firmly]:&lt;/b&gt; That's not your job, Clark. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe assumes that Clark is jealous, which he very well may be. However, Clark is, of course, correct in his assumption, and Chloe ends up being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's the question:&lt;br /&gt;Was it right for Clark to say something in the first place?&amp;nbsp; After all, it was technically "not his business," but he acted out of concern for his friend's well-being.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that Chloe probably would never have changed her mind about Ian, no matter what Clark said.&amp;nbsp; There was no way for Clark to do or say anything without being labeled "the bad guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been "Clark" many times before.&amp;nbsp; And I always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't always bring up the issue.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think that the girl in question is capable of figuring her current beau out for herself, so I leave her to do that.&amp;nbsp; However, that is often not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I am not going to just shut up and sit idly by when I have think that someone I care about is going to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, do me a favor and give me the benefit of a doubt, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8753990686561389667?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8753990686561389667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/jealous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8753990686561389667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8753990686561389667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/10/jealous.html' title='Jealous?'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-8180858751175909093</id><published>2009-09-28T01:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Empty bliss; Selfishness</title><content type='html'>So I was continuing my now-ritualistic re-watching of &lt;i&gt;Smallville&lt;/i&gt;--my guilty pleasure teen drama show (I think it's like my personal version of &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;)--and something struck me.  The characters in that show are actually good people. (at least in Season 1)&lt;br /&gt;Not many popular stories today actually have that essential quality: good old-fashioned family wholesomeness.  I hadn't really noticed it much when I originally watched the show because I was twelve at the time, and innocence was all I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's hitting me: this world is seriously screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hearing people whine and complain about life, throwing out profanities with every other breath.  I'm tired of people spreading hate and mistrust, passing off their strife-mongering as "wisdom."  I'm tired of people tearing down everything that's good, just, and honest only to satisfy their own anger and self-loathing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that over the years, I've almost become one of them.  When I was young, I was idealistic and hopeful.  I honestly believed in doing the right thing for the right thing's sake.  I believed in being unselfish, even if others weren't.  I was a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been jaded over the past few years.  I made the mistake of falling into the false promises of the world, and forgot who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly why I changed.  It might have been the fact that my dad died in 2004; I don't know.  I know I changed a lot that year, and I thought that it was for the better.  I matured a lot, and I shifted my priorities.  But perhaps my priorities were shifted the wrong way? I think they may have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought a lot lately that I don't feel myself; I think now I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke 18:16-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching &lt;i&gt;Smallville&lt;/i&gt; tonight, I recaptured how it felt to be me at age twelve.  I don't know if I thought of myself as such at the time, but looking back now, when I was that young, I acted and felt like a child of God.  I had a constant sense of peace. (the peace that passes all understanding?)&lt;br /&gt;I felt that peace when my dad died, too, despite the fact that he was my best friend in the world and I'd just lost him forever.  I honestly believe that it was a combination of God's amazing grace and the prayers of countless friends and family members.  However, at the time, I, in my ignorance, had figured that the peace I felt was a sign that I was doing things right; that I was growing up and becoming my own person.  Maybe that was the problem? I chose to follow my own desires rather than letting go and letting God do the leading.  It wasn't a conscious thing; I had no idea that I was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember that within ten seconds of finding out that my father had died (of natural-yet-random circumstances, for those not in-the-know), I immediately thought "what do I have in my life that's good now?" My immediate mental answer was the name of a girl that I had feelings for at the time.  It was at that point that I thought that I needed to grow up and make my own family, because my current one was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, my mom told me that she had had a type of revelation: that I wasn't fatherless, because God would be my father.&lt;br /&gt;I mostly ignored that, and that was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to follow my own desires, rather than do what was actually right.  Whereas before I had always done the right thing just because I was a good kid, at this point I had changed. I stopped &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt; what the right thing to do was, and started trying to figure it out for myself.  It wasn't instinctive like it was before, and it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to how I used to be.  Honest, genuine, and responsible. (not that I'm a "bad" person now, but still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather (who was a pastor for many years) said something very interesting to me once: there's a difference between "love" and "like."  Love is an action, not a feeling.  It &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be a feeling, but it doesn't need to be. You don't have to like someone to love them; you can love them by showing them kindness, patience, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I think that in my youth, I had that "feeling" of love.  I was a genuinely loving person because love was in my heart.  I had a kind of intrinsic joy.  I hadn't been jaded by life's struggles, and I didn't live in fear of loss.  Nowadays, my heart is tempered too much by my thoughts; I have to pass everything through a mental filter.  Well, no more of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be different.  I will not simply trudge through life trying to accomplish vague goals that I set for myself.  I will be my best, not simply because I &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to be, but because I choose to be the kind of person that &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to be.  It's a mindset, and one that I've forgotten until now.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time, I think I'll sleep well tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-8180858751175909093?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/8180858751175909093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-bliss-selfishness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8180858751175909093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/8180858751175909093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/empty-bliss-selfishness.html' title='Empty bliss; Selfishness'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-3195168435689810314</id><published>2009-09-23T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I've been putting together a list of music tracks that I relate to on some deep level.  Each song either seems to resemble me or is something that I feel a strong personal connection to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry in Winter  -  Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tinged with a strain of sadness and loss, yet still powerful at the same time.  Melancholy yet vivid.  I feel like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel Main Theme (The Sanctuary Extended Remix)  - Darling Violetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening theme to the TV series Angel.  The deep tones of the cello in the opening lead straight into the rock, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring Me To Life  - Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be my favorite song of all time.  Seriously.  It's got amazing emotional strength and kickawesome guitar riffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Along The Watchtower  -  Battlestar Galactica: Season 3 (soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird Indian-style cover of the Bob Dylan song.  Until you actually see/hear its significance in BSG, you probably won't like it.  Once you do, however, it's amazing.  Its morally confused nature fits perfectly with the types of moral questions that BSG asks of its audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Thing You Do!  -  That Thing You Do! (soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a catchy 60s-style pop rock song from the greatest 60s-period-piece-movie of all time.  I listened to it on repeat for about a year straight when I was twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho  -  Pirates Of The Caribbean: At World's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme from POTC has always been a favorite of mine, and Hans Zimmer took it to amazing heights in the end credits of the third movie.  It's got two new added musical themes, one that's just an extension of the main theme (like a bridge), and another that works extremely well as a love theme for Will &amp;amp; Elizabeth.  It's like he found the tone that heartstrings resound at, and played it for all the world to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enterprising Young Men  -  Star Trek (2009 soundtrack)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new theme for the 2009 Star Trek film; it's great.  It's essentially an adventure theme in space.  Now, it's true that Star Wars had that already, but Trek is science fiction, while Wars is fantasy.  The fact that this track takes the "we will reach the stars" angle of science fiction and adds fun to it is great.  Unlike Star Wars, which is set in a Galaxy far, far away, this theme for Star Trek seems to say "Hey! You can have amazing adventure in the real world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May It Be  -  Enya  -  The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that plays over the end credits of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;.  It's great; it's filled with acknowledgement of immense hardship and sadness, yet encourages hope through it all.  I find a lot of solace in that.  And half the chorus is in Sindarin, so that makes is awesome in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fellowship Reunited / The Return of the King -  The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the stuff that plays over the ending scenes of Return of the King.  My absolute favorite part is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jJnyyta07k&amp;fmt=18#t=2m11s"&gt;at 2:15&lt;/a&gt;, where the music seems to climax.  It's a unique theme that seems to represent the final triumph of good, as well as Aragorn and Arwen's long-awaited marriage.  Of all the musical themes I've heard in films, this one seems to be the one that I keep going back to.  It's "the end."  After all the struggles and heartbreak of life, there's a final reward of hope and undying love.  It's essentially the musical form of what I'm constantly waiting, wishing, and fighting for.  It's who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-3195168435689810314?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/3195168435689810314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3195168435689810314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/3195168435689810314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1993863716868413268</id><published>2009-09-23T01:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>English is fun! (or it SHOULD BE)</title><content type='html'>Hey Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of my English teachers is slightly.... bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that in a really bad way; I just mean that she's extremely strict about certain things that simultaneously do and do not make sense.  I got my grade for my first English test today, and I got a 67.  Seriously.  An ENGLISH exam.&lt;br /&gt;It took me about twenty seconds of looking over the test to realize that it wasn't my actual knowledge that was the problem; it was the fact that I seriously didn't know what she wanted out of my written answers.  By my estimation, I should have gotten somewhere between 80 and 85 on that test.  That's not super-great, but it's a far cry from a D+.  Now, see, I've gotten bad grades on tests before.  It's something that I deal with when it happens, and I never ever complain when it's actually because I messed up and didn't study.  This instance, however, is me getting a bad grade not because I didn't know the material well enough, but because I didn't know how much information my teacher actually wanted.  Every teacher has their own individual grading style--like a language--and until you learn that style (it takes only one test, usually), you very well may end up screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;This is why most teachers drop one of the test grades; they know that at least one test will be a screw-up for completely legitimate reasons.  Unfortunately, I really doubt that this teacher will do that.  I'm thinking of talking with her next class about it.  I might use the "even if you don't change *my* grade, at least consider dropping a test in your future classes."  That way I can show that I'm not just out for myself in that argument.  That's right; I am sneaky and oft-manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, readers, DO NOT SKIP CLASSES. IT IS A BAD, BAD IDEA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I started skipping classes every now and then during the last few weeks (which is about 80% of the entire semester thus far), and now I'm really sunk.  It's not horrible, but it's to the point where I have a couple classes that I can't/shouldn't show up to until I do the reading to actually catch up to the class.  And considering that I have HORRIBLE study habits, that means that I am essentially locked out of my own classes until I change my ways and become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeahh....... I am never skipping classes like this again.&lt;br /&gt;EV-ER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1993863716868413268?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1993863716868413268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheery-messages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1993863716868413268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1993863716868413268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheery-messages.html' title='English is fun! (or it SHOULD BE)'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7521660557876073653</id><published>2009-09-19T23:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:46:09.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>9/19/09</title><content type='html'>What I'm thinking at the current moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the X-Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is slightly frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to develop focus. I really don't have much of that.&amp;nbsp; I figure that if I can actually learn to study and put all my energy into doing well in school, I can ace it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7521660557876073653?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7521660557876073653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/91909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7521660557876073653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7521660557876073653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/91909.html' title='9/19/09'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-5670083275238823139</id><published>2009-09-09T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:06:21.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More, please.</title><content type='html'>I was browsing the web when I happened to come across these fan-made images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sqh6QAlVMrI/AAAAAAAABO0/7RSakb6HPzI/s1600-h/wonder_woman_new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sqh6QAlVMrI/AAAAAAAABO0/7RSakb6HPzI/s400/wonder_woman_new.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sqh6Yd69RxI/AAAAAAAABO8/Xa-ov1nhvg8/s1600-h/wonder_woman_movie_still_new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sqh6Yd69RxI/AAAAAAAABO8/Xa-ov1nhvg8/s400/wonder_woman_movie_still_new.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Wonder Woman is one of my favorite superheroes, and one that goes largely unappreciated.  She's not just someone who smiles and flies around in an inbisible jet; she's an Amazon warrior and ambassador for peace. (yes, that is somewhat of a contradiction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist responsible for the above images did some really amazing work, and I desperately hope that someone at Warner Bros. sees those images and takes a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone make a Wonder Woman movie. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-5670083275238823139?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/5670083275238823139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5670083275238823139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/5670083275238823139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-please.html' title='More, please.'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iBlR9f3dM4o/Sqh6QAlVMrI/AAAAAAAABO0/7RSakb6HPzI/s72-c/wonder_woman_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-6840796977088874893</id><published>2009-09-08T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:32:15.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowballing</title><content type='html'>There's a rather large aspect of geek culture that I'm beginning to despise: snowballing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeks/nerds/whatever tend to react to films, TV shows, books, and other major forms of geek media with a herd mentality.&amp;nbsp; For instance, &lt;i&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/i&gt; originally had a very mixed response from the geek crowd, but has now become a generally reviled film, to the point that many geeks will make strong absolute statements. ("Transformers 2 is utter ****. Anyone who likes that film is obviously stupid.")&lt;br /&gt;Other such films include Star Wars Episodes I-III, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, X-Men 3, and Spider-Man 3.&amp;nbsp; Now, I have immense problems with most of those films as well, but I would never say that they are completely and unequivocally wrong in each and every way.&amp;nbsp; Yes, the Star Wars prequels are a bit disappointing.&amp;nbsp; Yes, Wolverine made Logan's story far less compelling than the comics did.&amp;nbsp; Yes, Spider-Man 3 was a mess of a film.&amp;nbsp; But does that mean that it's wrong to like those films in spite of all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other films are often put in the reverse position, and placed on a type of "geek pedestal" that must not dare be challenged. (&lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt;, for instance)&amp;nbsp; However, instead of merely "defending" these stories, many of these fanatical people take it a step further and actually attack those who have differing opinions.&amp;nbsp; Some people say that &lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt; is too slow and weary; are those people absolutely wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me to no end when people don't see that being so aggressive and arrogant in their opinions is just hypocritical and moronic.&amp;nbsp; What does any person gain when they attempt to tear someone else's credibility asunder?&amp;nbsp; Does it make them feel better about themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just enjoy our stories without having to critically analyze every minute aspect of fictional works that are becoming increasingly more complicated as time goes on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-6840796977088874893?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/6840796977088874893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/snowballing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6840796977088874893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/6840796977088874893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/09/snowballing.html' title='Snowballing'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-1207514705686142925</id><published>2009-08-30T00:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:39:21.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of the Undead</title><content type='html'>When zombies attack, will you be ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months, I've been gathering information on the possibility of a Zombie attack.&amp;nbsp; Mainly, I've been reading a very intensive book on the subject: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RcroQVIaYGA/Tie7f7O1LhI/AAAAAAAACPM/zBJSYwkATsE/s1600/zombie-survival-guide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RcroQVIaYGA/Tie7f7O1LhI/AAAAAAAACPM/zBJSYwkATsE/s320/zombie-survival-guide.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event has been &lt;u mce_style="text-decoration: underline;" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;proven&lt;/u&gt; to be a &lt;b mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious threat&lt;/b&gt;, as shown in films such as &lt;i mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/i&gt; and its spiritual successor, &lt;i mce_style="font-style: italic;" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is another threat which could prove even worse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b mce_style="font-weight: bold;" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The return of the dinosaurs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="420" mce_src="http://www.geologicresources.com/suchomimus350x456.jpg" src="http://www.geologicresources.com/suchomimus350x456.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have learned from &lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt;, these creatures cannot be tamed, nor can they be controlled.&amp;nbsp; They are vengeful, savage monsters who will hunt us down until they have exacted their revenge upon us, and WE are the extinct ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly at this moment you are very frightened of this danger, as am I.&amp;nbsp; However, the real threat is even greater than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if these reptilian monstrosities were to become even more deadly, by way of some terrible chemical agent?&amp;nbsp; It is doubtless that the more creative minds among you have already reached my same conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie Dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="324" mce_src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/velociraptor.jpg" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f252/NightWing726/velociraptor.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if I may have frightened you with the above image, but I felt that it was necessary to get the message across.&amp;nbsp; In truth, &lt;b mce_style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you should be frightened&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the endless horrors.&amp;nbsp; Dinosaurs that cannot be killed by traditional means, scouring the earth, slaughtering what humans they find and infecting those they cannot kill.&amp;nbsp; Due to the fact that they are not human, they might in fact be able to move quickly, unlike their human zombie counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;The smaller saurians (such as &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0NvbXBzb2duYXRodXM=" mce_href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZW4ud2lraXBlZGlhLm9yZy93aWtpL0NvbXBzb2duYXRodXM=" target="_self"&gt;Compsognathus&lt;/a&gt;) would act as quick, vicious disease carriers, infecting entire groups of humans with deadly precision and agility.&lt;br /&gt;Others, such as the above pictured Velociraptor, would be hunter-killers, capable of both brute strength and lightning speed.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the worst of them all would be the the large dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;With the Zombie virus infection, these dinosaurs would no longer bleed to death or be able to die by any means other than a killing blow to the brain.&amp;nbsp; This presents a major problem with large dinosaurs, as they have extremely small brains, and would be almost impossible to kill with traditional firearms.&amp;nbsp; In the case of many large dinosaurs, the brain is also protected by a large, thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="341" mce_src="http://healthstones.com/dinosaurdata/s/styracosaurus/styracosaurus.jpg" src="http://healthstones.com/dinosaurdata/s/styracosaurus/styracosaurus.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth would you fight these things?&amp;nbsp; The answer, sadly, is unknown at the present.&amp;nbsp; But we must continue to seek the answers, before we are too late.&amp;nbsp; I urge each and every one of you to spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;Make a zombie survival plan.&amp;nbsp; Stock up on basic supplies.&amp;nbsp; Vote for political candidates who support anti-Zombie research.&amp;nbsp; The apocalypse is nigh, and we must be ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-1207514705686142925?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/1207514705686142925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-undead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1207514705686142925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/1207514705686142925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-undead.html' title='Of the Undead'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RcroQVIaYGA/Tie7f7O1LhI/AAAAAAAACPM/zBJSYwkATsE/s72-c/zombie-survival-guide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6053531038623952505.post-7278146747861287907</id><published>2009-08-30T00:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T00:47:19.497-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Behind the sparkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statement:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is emotional porn for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(you know it's true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6053531038623952505-7278146747861287907?l=aarons-log.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/feeds/7278146747861287907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/08/behind-sparkles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7278146747861287907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6053531038623952505/posts/default/7278146747861287907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aarons-log.blogspot.com/2009/08/behind-sparkles.html' title='Behind the sparkles'/><author><name>Aaron Ross</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117744768525989531661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f1DJFKDAOn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/Ef0ied0Jpx8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
