<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210</id><updated>2009-11-07T19:52:35.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JP's Fun House</title><subtitle type='html'>I've had this blog for quite some time now, but I decided to clean it up and keep most of the good posts, but I will continue to add in my opinions here and there!.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-115155534516188695</id><published>2006-06-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:29:05.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?</title><content type='html'>Ha, couldn't let that Dumb and Dumber quote go untouched! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to express my anger and frustration to all those little sounds in my life that annoy the hell outta me! I wanna hear if anyone else has some weird sounds that they just can't stand... like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A bug hitting the window trying to get out  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear that, either inside my house or in my car I go crazy. I just want to squash the little bugger but since I hate the feel of them I usually leave the room, or if I'm in my car, stop the car, roll down my window and pray that it leaves. Usually it doesn't so then I rush in and save the day by shoo'n it with anything I can grab in my car, which is usually my ice scraper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fingernails scratching on velcro or jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LORDY! This is a rare one, but oh my it has to be the worst one! My friends don't understand it, neither can I, but i'd rather have 100 bumblebees trying to get out of my car windows then hear that damn fingernail scratching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Putting on headphones and having one side work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is actually so bad that my body cramps up! SERIOUSLY! If the right ear isn't working my left side of my waist literally cramps up and I'm forced to lean into it causing me to rip the headphones off.  I can actually have my right side do the same if I switch the headphones on. Does this happen with anyone else? It doesn't hurt, but it's the feeling you get when someone is tickling you, but it doesn't tickle, it just doesn't feel right so you yell at them to stop and they never do, so then you fake them into thinking it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, nothing really to explain here, she just has one of the most annoying voices! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cutting freezer paper on those metal jaws of the edge of the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame this one on my mother! When we were younger and had everyone living at home, my mom had to feed supper for 6 people, so she usually bought meats in bulk, especially hamburger. Normally she would make 12 individual pound and a half sized pieces then freeze them using the paper. So she had to rip 12 pieces. But being that she is used to the motions everything is quick, but it's also freaking loud! Now when I come home and if I was in the same room, I usually have to stop what I'm doing and cover my ears till she is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that I can think of, but I'm sure there will be more, some I haven't thought of, all it takes is for me to hear it and I'll be back on here as fast as speed racer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-115155534516188695?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115155534516188695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=115155534516188695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155534516188695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155534516188695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-wanna-hear-most-annoying-sound-in.html' title='You wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-115155350309122007</id><published>2006-06-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:58:23.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Police, tickets are for, well, not me!</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes, yet another driving post. Driving is a way of life so why not blog it that way? All I have to say is that I get damn lucky at times! Especially when the word "Police" shows up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone living in any sort of small town knows a lot of secrets, especially if it pertains to law enforcement. You know which roads you could easily go 15 miles over the speed limit, (like the Warner road in Staples) and roads you can’t go above 5 miles the speed limit (like going through Verndale) They also know which spot will always have a sheriff there watching for speeders. (Like the corner before the Motley bridge heading south) I have been lucky the past 9+ years I have been driving, I have never once been pulled over. Well, until Friday before Memorial Day Weekend 2006 I wasn’t so lucky. BUT don’t feel bad just yet it gets better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I decided to go see a friend who is painting my Dad’s ‘68 GTO, just to see how things were going. We took my car, which happens to be a ‘94 Ford Taurus and drove the 7 miles to his place. I noticed a cop car sitting up on a hill checking for speeders and didn’t think much of it until I looked in my rearview mirror and saw his lights. Damn it, the first time I get pulled over and my Dad is here to witness it. I’m asking myself what the hell did I do wrong? My Dad wonders the same. He walks up to the passenger side where my Dad is sitting and tells me this. “Here are the reasons why I pulled you over, you cut a corner, you have a crack in your windshield, you have something hanging on your rearview mirror, and you sir (he looks at my Dad) are not wearing your seat belt……. License and registration please” Are you kidding me? So the sheriff walks back to his car to do his things and my Dad is just going off at him. “Stupid pigs I don’t care, when I get back and drive my truck I’m not going to wear my seatbelt, ever” If he wasn’t there I would have been scared shitless and probably crying. He comes back and I see he is holding a ticket. OH CRAP! He peers down and says “Sir, since you are the one not wearing the seatbelt, she is getting away scott free but you sir have to pay $107.00 on such an such a day” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About now I feel terrible! Sure its nice to know that I don’t have to pay for a ticket and I still don’t have anything on my record, but being that I got pulled over for the first time in my life and my passenger was the one that got the ticket, that’s just not right! The guy is 50+ years old!! I am only 22 and I don’t get fined at all? I felt just awful, but my Dad also said that it was a Friday before a big holiday weekend so the cops were out on mad force, and since these new “Click it or Ticket” ads are a hit, I’m sure he’s pulling over everybody. And sure enough when we came back the other way, he already pulled over somebody else. Not a lot of people can say that the first time they were pulled over by the police, their passenger was the one that got a ticket. I should feel special but I also feel 100% responsible, sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-115155350309122007?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115155350309122007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=115155350309122007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155350309122007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155350309122007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2006/06/silly-police-tickets-are-for-well-not.html' title='Silly Police, tickets are for, well, not me!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-115155340533151168</id><published>2006-06-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:56:45.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JP vs. Dead Deer</title><content type='html'>You would think driving 9+ years you would have probably seen everything that needs to be seen that involves you and the open road. Some may be considered bragging rights when you know that you are the only person that has ran over a dead deer and more importantly got pulled over by the cops but the passenger was the one who got the ticket. LETS BACK UP!!!! Dead Deer you say??? HA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that living in Northern Minnesota and driving on poor, isolated two lane highways that run between state forests would probably make you believe that running into deer would not be that uncommon. But truth to be told, I have not once in my 4 and a half years of living and driving up north, hit a deer, but lets not knock on wood yet. My senior year, I decided to spend some of my holiday time with my newborn nephew here in the Twin Cities, so I drove the 4-hour trip with no complaints. No doubt leaving on a Friday night going up north on the interstate was not the smartest thing to do, not with a million other cars coming up north to their cabins. The un-thinkable happened on Interstate 94, 3 lanes of traffic, all going at a steady pace of 65mph. I was on the far left lane when I saw something big and hairy lying on my side of the road. I only reacted enough to make sure I hit it straight on, and make sure that I do NOT try and swerve out of the way. That would just be plain stupid with that amount of traffic. I ran over what felt like a 10ft square speed bump and heard nothing but a loud booming noise coming from somewhere beneath my car. When I hit the sucker, I had enough brains to check my rearview mirror to see if my sudden braking would cause a huge car pile up but all I saw was a trucks headlights bob up and down figuring he must of ran over the deer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly parked on the side of the road and got out, I also noticed the truck also stopped right behind me. The first thing he said was “Are you ok?” Sure I was fine but my shaking hands told me different. I still had my car running and the booming sound was still there so I thought something happened to the engine, and of course I was wrong. The deer took apart my muffler. I finally got settled down enough to try and get back on the road but the fun wasn’t over yet. If anyone has ever driven a car with no muffler you know you feel my pain. Talk about LOUD! All you hear when you press down the accelerator is the loud booming sound and the constant vibrations on your body. The tough part was I still had 2 and a half hours left of driving ahead of me. Forget playing music, forget trying to stay sane, all you can do is just think “how white trash can I get?” I rolled down my windows to avoid the constant humming in my ears but found out quickly that was the 5th worst mistake of the day. The air suddenly made me want to vomit. Apparently I not only ran over the dead deer, I dragged the carcass just enough so some of the hair and flesh hung up on the bottom of my overheated car. I’m not just getting a giant headache from the non-existing muffler, but I’m getting nauseas from the burnt deer meat smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home to tell my parents, they all laughed at me and asked me why I didn’t bring any venison home. Hardy har har! But this story doesn’t end here, the most hilarious part was giving my car to my Dad’s mechanic, of course he knows him well so it was even more funny. He put my car on the hoist, lifted it up and put it back down again. He took one look at his assistant and told him. “Hose this piece of shit down!!” There was still meat and hair underneath my car in clumps!!! All wedged in every place possible!! I swear we would have to pay extra for that, but luckily he just warned us to never bring a car in like that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-115155340533151168?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115155340533151168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=115155340533151168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155340533151168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155340533151168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2006/06/jp-vs-dead-deer.html' title='JP vs. Dead Deer'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-115155330933555963</id><published>2006-06-28T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:55:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro To Driving 101</title><content type='html'>Some of us have some great driving stories that we like to discuss during family gatherings, most of them consits of completely idiotic, blonde haired women driving their fathers suv or young, immature kids out on the first run of the town. Sure we all get into a little bit of road rage, sometimes were are innocent but most times we are guilty as hell. Here are some of the horrors of being a young woman exploring the open highway.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in Brainerd, Minnesota. Brainerd's traffic has got to be the worst kind of traffic combination I have ever seen. You have farmer Joe who doesn't know where his gas petal is, because he lost it 5 miles back on the side of the road and you have a Twin City's person (which I am now) going a gabizllion miles an hour so they can get to their cabin before hell freezes over! They are all together in one city, on one highway, oh yes!  A couple honks here, a couple of middle fingers there, not that big of a deal. Unless you are used to that, like living down here in the metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I love about road rage is that I think its funny as hell! It all started when I first got my license and my Dad let me drive to the Cities for the first time. I pulled out on a couple of people, and I got the middle finger. I laughed hysterically and the only thing my dad said was "Stop laughing, it's not that funny" WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!?! Run them over? get angry and kill us both ?!?! I screwed up, so what, no one died, everyone was able to get in the other lane before anything could of happend. Just laugh it off, flick him back and be done with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-115155330933555963?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/115155330933555963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=115155330933555963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155330933555963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/115155330933555963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2006/06/intro-to-driving-101.html' title='Intro To Driving 101'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-110996903029535737</id><published>2005-03-04T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:46:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bells, The Whistles, The Lights</title><content type='html'>Have you ever walked into a casino and felt that you walked into another planet. An adult playground where we hope for one push of a button, one flip of a card, one pull of the slots and we would become zillionaires. That is what strives people to return and fill the casino belly with our green tea leaves of life. For 4 years I have dreamt that dream, but alas I only come back empty or a half way full. The most I have ever won in a casino day was $300 playing nickle machines. I never spend more than $50.00 which to some, means a lot, or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush that you get when you see the dials spin and spin and spin waiting for 5 colors, shapes, 7's would be in a straight row and BOOM, the machine would explode spilling money in your lap and of course a security guard would jump out also. I saw a face of a thousandaire, 10,000 to be exact. She was a 30-40 year old women, short and petite and didn't seem too excited, or flushed in the face. She was with one of the Casino's "personal" who had a badge and they talked as if nothing had happend. Security had to rope off the entire section of poker, nickle machines and create a human wall so no one would get funny and try and mess with the machine. One security guy had a flashlight and was even checking around the machine to see if this 30-40yr old woman had rigged it, I guess if my casino lost 10,000 I would do a whole body, cavaity search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A royal flush, on a nickle machine, it was playing a tune that repeated itself, the word JACKPOT bounced around the screen like some nintendo game. The human wall was just staring, wondering about what they would do with that money, pay for their house, car, their childrens education. I had a sick gut feeling while looking at the middle aged woman, I almost wanted to kick her to the ground and yell THANKS FOR GETTING MY HOPES UP KNOWING THAT I WILL NEVER WIN. ooooh if only I had sat there, at that particular machine, I would of walked out with my father like any other time I go to the Casino.. but this time I would have little more life in my step. Oh if only...if only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-110996903029535737?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110996903029535737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=110996903029535737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110996903029535737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110996903029535737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/bells-whistles-lights.html' title='The Bells, The Whistles, The Lights'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-110990256525322012</id><published>2005-03-03T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:34:52.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another batch of fun videos</title><content type='html'>I think these can only be viewed in Windows Media Player&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Micheal Jackson's video &lt;a href="http://www.koreus.com/files/200408/lego_thriller.html"&gt;Thriller&lt;/a&gt;, all done in Lego's pretty funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;This one is, well I can't quite explain it, just &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/?movie_id=121764"&gt;watch it&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yay for another new video of the Shawshank Redemtion Remix &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/?movie_id=122486"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-110990256525322012?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110990256525322012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=110990256525322012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110990256525322012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110990256525322012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-batch-of-fun-videos.html' title='Another batch of fun videos'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-110980426101348306</id><published>2005-03-02T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:57:41.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some of my websites I made for a class</title><content type='html'>These sites will be listed on my links on the right of the page but I wanted to make sure everyone gets a chance to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these webpages were made in my Web Design and Content class here at BSU.&lt;br /&gt;The first one is a How To page, and its called &lt;a href="http://calstaging.bemidjistate.edu/students/jpettitt/howto.html"&gt;How To Annoy Your Roommate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is a website that two other girls created, one of them was my roommate and its called &lt;a href="http://calstaging.bemidjistate.edu/sites/SmallSpaceLiving/"&gt;Preparing For Dorm Life&lt;/a&gt; an inside look at how to live in the dorms, especially here at BSU. Check them out!!! Tell me what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-110980426101348306?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110980426101348306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=110980426101348306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110980426101348306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110980426101348306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-are-some-of-my-websites-i-made.html' title='Here are some of my websites I made for a class'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-110905320750231938</id><published>2005-02-21T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:20:07.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must......Go....Here</title><content type='html'>ahhhh Albinoblacksheep.com has got some fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a Napoleon Dynamite &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/ndsound.php"&gt;sound board  &lt;/a&gt;along with &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/pedro.php"&gt;Pedro Sanchezs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my all time favorite, and needless to say, very addicting video is &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/milk.php"&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;/a&gt; (pssst.. the guy on your left is very fine looking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-110905320750231938?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110905320750231938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=110905320750231938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110905320750231938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110905320750231938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2005/02/mustgohere.html' title='Must......Go....Here'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-110058696472704897</id><published>2004-11-15T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:37:26.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend in Cook Minnesota</title><content type='html'>5 girls who are all 21+, 2 cars, one small town. Sounds like a good time eh everyone? You bet! Anna, Carrie, Beth, Tresa and I all went to Cook Minnesota to spend a weekend at Carrie's house. I wish I could just stop there but no, something else happend that weekend, something that changed everyones outlook on life. We went to see a Chippendales show. That's right, Chip n' Dale! Men who wear nothing but a banana boat g-string, cuffs and a bowtie. I decided to get myself a little tipsy before the show actually started, downing the Coors Light like nobodys buisness. I did see one guy in the audience, but other than that there were people my age, women in their 50's, Grandmas and 2 pregenant women. We had great seats, a couple feet from the huge speakers, so we lost our hearing half way through the show. Then the show started, a total of 7 guys danced and showed off their bodies on stage, yipee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happend, I forgot that these dancers can come out to the audience. To my advantage I was sorta in the middle of a row so I was in good shape. I never did get a male lap dance, and I'm glad I didn't, but what I saw was horrible. Apparently women love to get their head humped. There was a grandma that was forced up on stage, and had to bend over and get a nice ol' hump from a huge African American guy, the sad thing is that I think she was enjoying it. My dear, dear, dear friend Carrie almost got humped, but she resisted and fought back for her freedom, he just messed up her hair so that sorta pissed her off. It was quite a site to see, a bunch of drunk women screaming their heads off to some guy who stuffs a sock in his banana boat. All I can say is that i've been there, done that, thanks Mr. Coors Light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-110058696472704897?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/110058696472704897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=110058696472704897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110058696472704897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/110058696472704897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/11/weekend-in-cook-minnesota.html' title='A weekend in Cook Minnesota'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109963751735562758</id><published>2004-11-04T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:53:13.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great, Grand, Wonderful</title><content type='html'>(This post I wrote while attending college, most of my friends who were involved in this activity enjoyed my responces, so I decided to keep this one and inserted it to this new blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I get a little reminder of how "awesome" it is to live in the dorms, with an R.A. We are forced to go to monthly meetings with our floor where all we hear are complaints about hair in the showers, toothpaste in the sinks, crumbs on the stove and the sluts at the end of the hall who decides to ruin everyone’s joyful experience of living in the dorms. With all that aside, we must do floor activities where we force ourselves to put a smile on our face and be as happy as a clam. The best of all is "lets get to know everyone" games. You all have been through them even if you don't live in the dorms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been two weeks of being in school when we all were summoned to go down to the funky room as a floor and play games with one another. No one knew each other, other than the returnees (like me and a few of my friends) so our R.A. found a great way to break the ice. Lets each send out a piece of paper and everyone must write something nice about each other. No one knew anyone’s name, no one knew what they are like and no one knew anyone! What kind of game is that? Anyway, the papers went around a complete circle and when we got our own back, we had to fold it up and give it to our &lt;br /&gt;R. A.  And of course she had the bright idea of using thick felt markers to write on little pieces of paper so I couldn’t read any of it anyway. Two months later she put them in our mailboxes, I opened mine up and this is what it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You keep me sane in lit class (I’ve know this girl for 4yrs so this one is ok)&lt;br /&gt;2. You are the best roommate EVER!(yup crazy Anna)&lt;br /&gt;3. You seem like a cool person (popular response when you don't know them)&lt;br /&gt;4. I like your door decorations (who doesn't?)&lt;br /&gt;5. You seem to really care, and be a real leader (care? yes, a leader? no, not really)&lt;br /&gt;6. Hysterically Entertaining (I think one of my friends said that, I should check on that)&lt;br /&gt;7. Your food always smells good from the kitchen (phew, and I thought the food that I eat smells terrible.. hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;8. Thank you for letting me follow you here (I don't think this counts as a complement)&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish my hair was wavy like yours (yah I’m just growing it out, I hate it actually, but good luck)&lt;br /&gt;10. You’re very open/cool ( I really like the /cool part)&lt;br /&gt;11. Funny (smelling?.... looking?.. yah I have no clue either)&lt;br /&gt;12. I like your enthusiasm (interesting.. didn't think I had one)&lt;br /&gt;13. I like your stuffed animal (that was too easy, I had a stuffed frog there)&lt;br /&gt;14. I guess I like looking at door deco, and you have some cool stuff on it (My door is more popular than me, is there a door fetish out there in the world? I especially like the &lt;br /&gt;“I guess” part, the uncertainty is just oozing out of ya!)&lt;br /&gt;15. You're a great yatch-y friend you always know who to make me laugh and smile (oh Carrie (heart), you had me at hello)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of my responses to these so-called compliments seem a bit harsh but being a senior, I was just fed up with these stupid games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see, not a great activity for an icebreaker. I practically wrote the same thing on everyone else’s so I don't feel so bad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109963751735562758?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109963751735562758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109963751735562758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109963751735562758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109963751735562758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/11/great-grand-wonderful.html' title='Great, Grand, Wonderful'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109954372742648470</id><published>2004-11-03T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:06:49.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Great "How To" Pages</title><content type='html'>All you BSU students who are reading my blog right now, do you want to be able to create your own website? Or see how to make a website great? I suggest you take Introduction to Web Design and Content Writing, with our pal Morgan. Earlier in the semester we made "How To" pages, basically a instruction website on how to do various tasks. My roommate and I, who are in the class, decided to make our How To Page unique. I think they are both hilarious and I wanted to share them with you. &lt;br /&gt;Here is my roommates How To Page: &lt;a href="http://calstaging.bemidjistate.edu/students/ahaugstad/howto.html"&gt;How to Deal With Your Awkwardness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my How To Page: &lt;a href="http://calstaging.bemidjistate.edu/students/jpettitt/howto.html"&gt;How to Annoy Your Roommate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109954372742648470?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109954372742648470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109954372742648470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109954372742648470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109954372742648470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-great-how-to-pages.html' title='Some Great &quot;How To&quot; Pages'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109934186218647764</id><published>2004-11-01T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:44:22.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JP's Halloween at the dorms</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the favorite holiday for anyone who likes tons of candy. It was also the worst day for Dentists. It was also one of the busiest days of this year  for me so far, wait maybe the 2nd busiest day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago you may have seen signs or heard some people talk about the famous Mocktails in Maple Hall. It is a dance in the second floor of Maple Hall for national alcohol awareness week. We serve “mock” tails instead of real cocktails, we got a FM90 DJ to play music and have a Halloween costume dance. It is put on by Maple Hall Council, one of the best Hall Councils on campus, and I’m not on it, but 3 of my closets friends are. There are 5 members, and 2 of 5 were on campus that weekend, one of them was my roommate, and the other was our close friend. It was obvious that they needed some help so I thought I would help them decorate the lounge. They were very appreciated of me volunteering, why not I really had nothing else to do, (except for blogging but I was done for that week :P ) We started around noon on that Saturday and ended at 1am. Nothing like seeing young freshman girls rubbing on other freshman girls as they danced in a circle of freshman guys, how sad is that? As long as they were having fun I guess, that’s all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween, we started maybe a month ago of planning what we wanted to do for the hall decorating contest. I’m not sure but I believe the winners get money for their hall account to spend on floor activities, or a pizza party. I have competed, along with my floor, for 3 Halloweens prior to this one and we have never won. It was time for us to win damnit! We all came up with a theme, Candy Land. Our R.A. went out and bought the game. Each section of the floor will be a part of the game board, Lollipop Woods, Peanut Acres, Chocolate Swamp and etc. My room was a part of Snow Flake Lake, where Princess Frostine skates all day long. We etched and colored each character of the game. My roommate and I colored around 4 characters the size of our doors, with crayons. All of these had to be secret so we had secret meetings and secret rooms to plan activities. We didn’t put anything up till October 31st but everything had to be done at 3pm for judging. I got up at 10 that morning and worked non-stop till 3. The members of Oak Hall Council were our judges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they went through our hall twice, they left and an hour later, we got the results, we won the best kid friendly hall. I was happy but sad because we were the only kid friendly floor, but who cares we still won. We had an hour to get ready for the trick or treaters, the real reason why we decorated the hall, not just for the judging but for the kids. Then bam at 5pm the kids came, the ooh’s and aah’s could be heard a mile away, the kids really loved our decorations, and so did the parents. I remember one parent say that he played Candy Land 3 times the night before. The kids would yell out the characters name with excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were ninjas, teenage mutant turtles, and baby lion cubs, Dora the explorer and her pal boots, princesses, devils and so on with empty bags ready for the handfuls of candy.  All I kept thinking was my month old nephew and how I wish I could see him in his Chile Pepper costume. Around 7pm, the floor was dead again. I was tired and so were the rest of my friends, so we decided to take everything down. In 30 minutes it looked like our old floor again, which surprised everyone since it took us 5 hours to put all the decorations up. I took off my Mario costume, and put on my Pajama weekend outfit, turned on the T.V. and went to NFL.com to see how my Vikings did today. I was glad I didn’t see them lose horribly to the Giants, and couldn’t wait to see my bad score on Fantasy Football the next day, being that I had Culpepper and Moore on my team. Halloween was done and over with and I was excited, all I need now is the elections to be over with and all will be well in JP’s life again, or until Christmas decorations start, “sigh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/JPsPage/halloween2004.msnw"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go see some pictures of me and my friends on Halloween 2004 on our floor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109934186218647764?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109934186218647764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109934186218647764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109934186218647764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109934186218647764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/11/jps-halloween-at-dorms.html' title='JP&apos;s Halloween at the dorms'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109840775482762355</id><published>2004-10-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:15:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the log of JP's Roomie </title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to write you about the songs that I have written for my friend JP.  &lt;br /&gt;The tune is comprised mainly of the combination of the gospel song, "Amazing Grace," but with a western twang. As you can image it sounds really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpisingly enough, I don't know how to read music and managed to write two songs regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first song that I wrote for her during Freshmen year. This song was written right before Thanksgiving break.  Our mutual friend Tresa Higgs, and I used to sing this to JP before she left during the weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye JP, Good Bye JP, Good Bye Good Bye Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;I will see you on Monday-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye Good Bye Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye JP, Good Bye JP, Good Bye Good Bye Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;If you go in the ditch JP, just rememba that I have a Triple-A Membership&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye JP, Good Bye JP, Good Bye Good Bye Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;If you get lost on your way-ay-ay remember that I get all your stuff&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye JP, Good Bye JP, Good Bye Good Bye Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;If you are still listen' to the good bye song, I'm gonna have to kick your ass out the door&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye JP, Good Bye JP, Good Bye Good Bye Good Bye&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye JP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP never went into the ditch, therefore, I never got her stuff. Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second song I wrote for her at the beginning of this year.&lt;br /&gt;The tune is the same as the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're comin' this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello Hellooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be the dorms without you.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello Helllooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember if you get lost on your way-ay-ay I get your little room. &lt;br /&gt;Hello Hello Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;but if you never come back to school-ooolll I'm gonna live with you in Staples.&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;(Just our Moms and Dads)&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;(Just Spot and Geezie)&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;(Just The Old Man at the play)&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it home JP)&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;(Just all the blog readers)&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;(Solitary acoustic guitar fades into the night with........)&lt;br /&gt;Hello JP Hello JP Hello Hello Hellooooo  Hello JP Hello JP Hello Helloooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weird huh?  I would suggest to everyone that they should write a song for their roommmate and sing it at the top of their lungs everytime they leave. You might have problems keeping those roommates but JP is still here with me!! What a lucky person she is!!!!! Please e-mail JP with millions and millions of e-mails explaining how great these songs really are!!  See you on the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109840775482762355?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109840775482762355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109840775482762355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109840775482762355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109840775482762355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-log-of-jps-roomie.html' title='From the log of JP&apos;s Roomie '/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109824340565058514</id><published>2004-10-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:37:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Line is it Anyway?</title><content type='html'>One of the most hilarious show ever! Whose Line is it Anyway. It is Normally on ABC Family at 9pm, but sometimes on ABC and Comedy Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host is Drew Carey who sets the scene, with contributions from the audience, and four talented actors who instantly invent skits, games or songs, relying only on their quick wit and improvisational skills. The regular actors are Ryan Stiles, Colin Mochrie and Wayne Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have my parents hooked on this show, it is extremely funny. I hope you guys at least watch one show, I don't know of any person who thought it wasn't funny. Want to take me on a date? Just pop in a tape of them and I’ll be yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend that you go to their &lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/web/whoseline/index.jsp"&gt;web-site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109824340565058514?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109824340565058514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109824340565058514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109824340565058514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109824340565058514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/10/whose-line-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Line is it Anyway?'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109781668556733335</id><published>2004-10-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:04:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all you drivers TAKE IT EASY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy Crap, I almost lost my roommate and my friend this morning. All three of us were walking to campus from our dorms (its about a mile apart) The two of them were in front of me and I saw a car not slowing down as we were in the middle of the crosswalk, the car ACTUALLY swerved out of the way to stop from hitting them, basically they had to drive on the sidewalk, they didn't want to stop for us. Something needs to be done about that crosswalk. I do know it’s hard to see pedestrians walking cause the streets are lined with cars and unnecessary large trucks and SUV’s. Knowing BSU nothing is going to change. There is no way we can raise taxes for the already successful members of society, poor them,  so no funding goes towards education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed a lot of frantic drivers out there, even after my friends near death experience this morning. I was driving home and I swear I was passed by 10 people going over 65 mph in a 55 (I know it was over 65 cause that was how fast I was going.. shush) Then I saw this black Pontiac Grand Prix who had, you guessed it, a woman driver following a semi hauling logs, apparently the semi wasn’t going fast enough for this chicky poo and she rode the semi’s ass until she could be able to pass. I wonder if she has ever seen Final Destination 2, where the logs of a semi unhooks and starts rolling down a busy highway, killing everyone in its path. What in the world was she thinking?!?! Who would ever ride a semi’s ass, you guys are nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read my friends post about her near death experience at the crosswalk, &lt;a href="http://catalinda.blogspot.com/2004/10/crosswalks-what-do-they-mean-to-you_14.html"&gt;read this &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109781668556733335?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109781668556733335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109781668556733335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109781668556733335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109781668556733335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-all-you-drivers-take-it-easy.html' title='To all you drivers TAKE IT EASY!!!!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109755777319865800</id><published>2004-10-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:40:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are ya bored? Check this out!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>All the things that make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some albino black sheep cartoons that cracks me up. This first one is a little musical number sung by our favorite canidates for this years election, funny Stuff!! &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/dc.php"&gt;Its good to be in DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a rap song from The Lord of the Rings about &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/taters.php"&gt;Mashed Potatoes&lt;/a&gt; Also, this famous cartoon about the end of the world. I know a lot of people have seen this  one &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/end.php"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.  I have to admit this next &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/kittycat.php"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; is kinda crazy, but it's hilarious, if you like cats. &lt;br /&gt;If you want to see a guy complete Mario 3 in the fastest time ever, &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/video/smb3.php"&gt;check this out &lt;/a&gt; AMAZING &lt;br /&gt;A addicting &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgers.php"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; about Badgers, Mushrooms and Snakes. What can be better than that! &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget this comedian, holy crap is he funny!! Go to this &lt;a href="http://www.danecook.com"&gt;NOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all you Mac N' Trash fans, this one is perfect for you, it makes fun of &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/winrg.php"&gt;Windows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109755777319865800?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109755777319865800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109755777319865800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109755777319865800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109755777319865800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/10/are-ya-bored-check-this-out.html' title='Are ya bored? Check this out!!!!!!!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109712317467945050</id><published>2004-10-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T21:35:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This will blow your mind!</title><content type='html'>While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles. Now, while doing this, draw the number 6 in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change directions and there's nothing you can do about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bushgnome.com/detail.html"/&gt;Bush Gnome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conferencebike.com"/&gt;Check out this bike&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/8187210-109712317467945050?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109712317467945050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109712317467945050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109712317467945050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109712317467945050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-will-blow-your-mind.html' title='This will blow your mind!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109588457473479431</id><published>2004-09-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:07:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JPinephelus striatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inephelus striatus&lt;/span&gt;, that is my real name!! Seriously.. it is! yah who am I kiddin. If you don't know, this is the actual name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epinephelus striatus&lt;/span&gt;. Which is a scientific name for a Nassau Grouper, a salt water fish. I swear sometimes though that I came from the ocean, maybe Ariel is my grandmother or something. What I really wanted to say is that, I love the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, my family rented a cabin for two weeks during the summer, I spent every monkey loving day in the lake, swimming and exploring. It was a treasure for me if I could find a dead fish laying in the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school I was on the swim team, I could never do sprints so the coach always put me on the 500 freestyle every swim meet. I didn't mind it at all, except when I had to swim the 400 IM relay right after the 500. Now im at a college that sits right near a lake, what could be better than that. I also swim laps every M/W/F and weekends at the Rec. Even today, after classes it was raining pretty steady, did I go in the tunnels? nooooo I decided to walk all the way from Hagg Sauer to Maple Hall outside, so now here I sit, in front of the computer with a blanket around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a little overboard once, I went on a trip to Costa Rica 4yrs ago in HighSchool. It was the first time I have ever been to the ocean, we did spend a day at the beach and most everyone swam a little ,then went up on shore to tan, not me.. I stayed in the ocean for 4 hours. For you none geography majors, Costa Rica is right damn near the equator, so you know what happend to my beautiful Minnesota Tan at high noon for 4 hours? I got burnt! 3rd degree burn to be exact. I had blisters on my back for two days I had never been in so much pain before in my life! But was it worth it? Hell YES! If God does send another flood our way, dont save a seat for me on Noah's boat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109588457473479431?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109588457473479431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109588457473479431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109588457473479431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109588457473479431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/09/jpinephelus-striatus.html' title='JPinephelus striatus'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109565583576836606</id><published>2004-09-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:18:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo- a "soap box" post, you are warned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a rebel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 21 last summer, and went to Fargo with my close sister and brother. We celebrated hardcore, and yes I did puke so you know my 21st b-day was successful!! I don't know if my sister was serious or just joking around when she said "Hey! Lets go get tattoos" A tattoo? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GASP! &lt;/span&gt;I thought having an earing in my upper ear in the cartalidge was bad enough! I think we both forgot about the whole thing and I went back home to go to work. Then I started thinking... "My sister is leaving for Montana, we are close.. why not get something to remind me of her and our great times we had. Then BAM! I got an appointment for my sister and I to get a tattoo at the nearby town. Now, how to tell my parents..... oooooh boy.. But then I was thinking again (yes, for the second time) My parents let me drink underage, they even bought me alcohol, and let me bring some up to a dry campus (not telling which one) Ive got more than 2 earings.. how bad can a tattoo be to them, I am 21 for freakin sake! I didn't even ask them, I just told them. I Am Getting A Tattoo! They just shook their head and told me that I was no longer the "good" daughter. (long story) So I got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lil story was background for what I really wanted to say in this posting. What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bugs me are the girls or guys that get Tattoos for the hell of it. Especially girls who get the butterflies, fairies or flowers. Unless they mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to you why get them? Just because they look pretty? Duuuumb! If you get bored in class, a fun game is to see how many girls have celtic designs on their lower back, I think i've counted 5 in one class of 20. The only good it does is it gives guys something to look at as they are screwing you in their Geo, behind McDonalds. It's not just the girls who have poor taste, for instance, ive seen guys have barb wire on their arm. Unless there is a meaning behind it, it doesn't make you look tough, it makes you look like a pussy since you are too chicken to have real barb wire on your arm, just a picture of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one question that people ask when they see you have a tattoo is "Why did you get it?" 85% of you will say "Just because" while the other 15% will go into details and amaze the person because you are a dedicated person with some heart and passion. I've seen some pretty pathetic tattoos that my friends have, someone had a rubber ducky on their lower back, she wasn't quite right in the head and showered after she got it. If you have never had a tattoo before, the number one rule is,you can't get your tattoo wet for about a week. The ink spread and now its nothing but a yellow blob. Another friend was recommended to this lady who wasn't licensed, and screwed up her butterfly on her ankle. While my other friend has a tattoo of an ice skate on her ankle, sure it sounds dumb but she has ice skated since she had legs, she played in H.S. and in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if I may have offended you, I just wanted to say to the people who are thinking about getting a tattoo, make sure its something that you really want, that has meaning behind it.. you will be 100% happy with it, like I am with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and another thing.. don't get a tattoo of a lovers name! I think you all know that, but some people aren't that bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tattoo: "Why did you get it?" The symbol means "Younger Sister" and I got it because im very close to not only my siblings, but with my whole entire family. I will forever be called the "Younger Sister" It is my title! The other reason is because it was a bonding moment with my sister and I, the one who is moving to Montana. We both got a tattoo that day so it was special to the both of us, I will never forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/JPsPage/mytattoo.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&amp;amp;PhotoID=94"&gt;My Tattoo&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/8187210-109565583576836606?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109565583576836606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109565583576836606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109565583576836606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109565583576836606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/09/tattoo-soap-box-post-you-are-warned.html' title='Tattoo- a &quot;soap box&quot; post, you are warned'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109505044119633909</id><published>2004-09-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:40:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To MST3K</title><content type='html'>MST3K Ring a bell? How about Myster Science Theatre 3000?.... No?... Figures, the only person that I know that knows MST3K is my roommate. The rest of you nerds are missing out on one freakin' hilarious show. If my sources are correct, MST3K was played on Comedy Central and the SciFi Channel. &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/search/PerformKeyWordSearchAction.action?skipPaginationList=true&amp;page=1&amp;amp;table=defaultTable&amp;keyword=Mystery+Science+Theatre+3000&amp;amp;searchType=Movies&amp;schannel=Movies&amp;amp;subChan=sub&amp;skipPaginationList=true&amp;amp;x=12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST3K is a show that was put together in Minnesota. The show is about a guy named Joel who is on this space ship along with his robot pals, Crow (a bird with a weird head) and Tom Servo (A gumball machine) They sit and watch these old cheesy movies and make fun of them. The theme song pretty much tells the whole story, so I will post that here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the not-too-distant future--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Next Sunday A.D.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There was a guy named Joel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Not too different from you or me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He worked at Gizmonic Institute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just another face in a red jumpsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He did a good job cleaning up the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But his bosses didn't like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So they shot him into space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll send him cheesy movies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The worst we can find (la-la-la).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He'll have to sit and watch them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And we'll monitor his mind (la-la-la).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now keep in mind Joel can't control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because he used those special parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To make his robot friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Robot Roll Call:  (Let's go!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cambot!  (Pan left!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gypsy!  (Hi, girl!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tom Servo!  (What a cool guy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Croooow!  (What a wisecracker!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you're wondering how he eats and breathes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and other science facts (la la la),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then repeat to yourself, "It's just a show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I should really just relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For Mystery Science Theater 3000!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also changed the lyrics when Joel left the show in 1996, and Mike came onboard, but to be honest Joel is the more funny of the two.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have seen this great and hilarious show, you may want to buy your own set. If you do, I recommend you to &lt;a href="http://www.rhino.com/store/SeriesList.lasso?VideoSeries=MST3K"&gt;Go Here&lt;/a&gt;. I MUST recommend two movies, &lt;a href="http://www.sfdebris.com/mst301.html"&gt;Cave Dwellers&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.atorsmst3ksite.com/ep303.html"&gt;Pod People&lt;/a&gt;. They are so far the best ones ever made, my friends who have never heard of them were rolling on the ground laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also episodes of MST3K at blockbuster.... &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/search/PerformKeyWordSearchAction.action?skipPaginationList=true&amp;page=1&amp;amp;table=defaultTable&amp;keyword=Mystery+Science+Theatre+3000&amp;amp;searchType=Movies&amp;schannel=Movies&amp;amp;subChan=sub&amp;skipPaginationList=true&amp;amp;x=12"&gt;Go Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more about this hilarious show, I recommend going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mst3kinfo.com/history/"&gt;MST3K History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109505044119633909?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109505044119633909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109505044119633909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109505044119633909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109505044119633909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/09/tribute-to-mst3k.html' title='A Tribute To MST3K'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109504668015978531</id><published>2004-09-12T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:38:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Football Rawwwwr!!!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FOOTBALL SEASON HAS STARTED!!! WOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Can you tell that I love football? Thanks to my family, I’m now hooked on Football.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;It all started when my dad purchased Sunday Ticket on our Direct TV at home. For those who don't know what that is, Sunday Ticket is where you can get all 13 games at the same time, basically I can watch whatever game I want on Sunday. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The awesome part of that is you never get any commercials, just flip the channel. That was awesome for awhile, but then my brother introduced us to Fantasy Football, and I haven't been the same since. To those who know what Fantasy Football is, the first thing you think about is Yahoo Fantasy Football, well, that is CRAP! We go on sportingnews.com. It's a salaried game so you have to use your math skills. You start with $5million dollars to buy your 11 players. 2QB's, 3RB's, 3WR's, 1TE, 1K and 1Defense. Every week you get 4 trades so we have to use them wisely. Each player can earn points by either passing, rushing and making TD's. You can also lose points by fumbles, sacks and missing field goals. We play on a 10 person league, and the person who finishes first at the end of the season gets $50. But if you are good enough to make it to the top of the nation you can earn up to $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Our league name is Anti-Packers (go figure, since we live in Mn) and we get pretty brutal when all of us go home and cheer for our own players. Sure I may not know a lot, but unlike most 21yr old girls, I can watch 13 games of football and never complain! Look for me at the bars on Sunday, right in front of the wide screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now, a personal touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;         &lt;img src="file:///C:/WINDOWS/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Q:What's the difference between a Packer fan and a puppy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MS Gothic;" &gt;A: Sooner or later the puppy grows up and quits wining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt;Q: Why does Lambau Field have natural Grass?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MS Gothic;" &gt;A: The cheerleaders need somewhere to graze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Gothic;"&gt; Q: What do Packer fans and a beer bottle have in common?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:MS Gothic;" &gt;A: They're both empty from the neck up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109504668015978531?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109504668015978531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109504668015978531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109504668015978531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109504668015978531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/09/fantasy-football-rawwwwr.html' title='Fantasy Football Rawwwwr!!!'/><author><name>JP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17569705060020028795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10592455435459476736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8187210.post-109467621328934132</id><published>2004-09-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:55:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't use your computer for homework! Good Lordy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;&gt;Is it safe to say that I know nothing about computers? Well, that's not 100% true, I do know a few things. For instance, if my computer doesn't start up normally, something is wrong. If I get a popup from my antivirus software saying that I have a virus, I shouldn't ignore it and think that my computer is playing a trick, &lt;i&gt;(silly computer) &lt;/i&gt;What I do know, is how to entertain myself. In the next few minutes that you read this, put down the pen and paper, put down that 80 dollar book and &lt;i&gt;please &lt;/i&gt;tell your roommate that you don't have any money whatsover so she could waste it on a date. This is your time, your time to bond with your computer, expand your relationship. Two... becomes.. One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost.&lt;br /&gt;Site #1  HomeStarRunner:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has ever surfed the web has probably heard of this site, or have seen shirts or window clings. If not, I recommend going here now. Here are some of my favorite cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail84.html"&gt;Childrens Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail26.html"&gt;CGNU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail73.html"&gt;Mascot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail91.html"&gt;Caffeine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs2.html"&gt;Teen Girl Squad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like these, there are plenty more on the homestarrunner website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site #2 Engrish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Engrish can be simply defined as the humorous English mistakes that appear in not only Japanese but other languages in advertising and product design. Here are some of the best ones, but feel free to browse around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=notsafe.jpg&amp;category=Household%20Items&amp;amp;date=2004-02-25"&gt;Mug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=braincleaner.jpg&amp;category=Household%20Items&amp;amp;date=2003-08-12"&gt;Cleaner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=excrement.jpg&amp;category=Video%20Games&amp;amp;date=2004-03-18"&gt;Video Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/detail.php?imagename=twinkle-lamp-warning.jpg&amp;category=Instructions&amp;amp;date=2002-10-22"&gt;uh oh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(A work in progress, look for updated sites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8187210-109467621328934132?l=jpinator.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/feeds/109467621328934132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8187210&amp;postID=109467621328934132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109467621328934132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8187210/posts/default/109467621328934132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpinator.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-use-your-computer-for-homework_08.html' title='Don&apos;t use your computer for homework! 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