<?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-9162070</id><updated>2009-02-20T20:19:58.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nob Ody here</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog documenting my addiction to the internet and how I'm abstaining from all computer use to fight the addiction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-112255869686656731</id><published>2005-07-28T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:56:06.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well still looking for banking jobs. I think I'll probably check into doing some math tutoring at LCC. It's for pay as much as it is to appease mom and dad who would like to see me use my degree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates will be moving out in a couple of days so I'll have the place to myself for a month. No more dogs. Yea!! Yes Chris I'll pick up the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there's an empty tub of peanut butter next to me. It's about 4 pound worth. I eat about 2 pounds of peanut butter a month. (Jif creamy low fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've taken to hanging out with a few college co-eds. They're a fun respite from the norm, though drinking at McCarthy's gets a little old. I will add that cosmic bowling with 3 attractive females in tight clothes... is a good evening. (Mental note... convice them that the 4 of us need to join bowling league)  Last week the coeds and I went to a comedy club.  Here's the lesson learned, if you haven't heard of a comedian but assume they're good because they've been on Bob and Tom.... you might be wrong...  30 minutes about wife and marriage jokes aren't funny after 3 years of living the joke.  That and he made a comment about people with peanut allergies should just be shot because he couldn't have nuts on a plane.   My mom has a peanut allergy.  This goes to show that I probably can't take a joke....  Though it seems less of a joke and more the desparate complaint of a comedian dying on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that last story to say this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting ready for the evening of coeds and comedy I had a lot on my mind.  Just as I was about to head out the door, I adjusted my pants a little only to realize my fly was open.&lt;br /&gt; "If Abby sees me with my fly down I'll never hear the end of it" I thought.  So I reach down to zip up, only to realize that I'd been peeing in the toilet the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I told them my story once we got to the club.  I got snorts of laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-112255869686656731?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/112255869686656731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=112255869686656731' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/112255869686656731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/112255869686656731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111901929096801585</id><published>2005-06-17T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:41:30.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman Begins</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm writing this and there will me some minor spoilers here.  So if you want to go into the theater like I did with minimal prior knowledge stop reading right now.  Go on.  Stop reading.  Why are you still reading this there is nothing important left in this paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Batman Begins was an impressive movie.  I liked it a lot better than Batman, and I thought Batman was good.  One thing that may hurt the movie is that in its trailers it shows the scarecrow as the main villian.  Honestly I think the scarecrow has always been a little hoaky, he a weenie with parlor tricks.  The equivalent of Mysterio of the Marvel universe.  For those who know a little about Batman this might be off putting.  The redemption of the movie is that Scarecrow is a red herring.  You'll know who the real villian is before you even see Scarecrow, at least if you're farmilar with the Batman universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Bale does and excellent job playing Bruce Wayne, and I enjoyed the aspect of seeing him define the image.  He does change his voice as Batman but it just doesn't sound right, it sounds too gravely and gritty.  The voice sounds forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The action was good, though the close combat shots were just a series of snippets of a punch cut, kick cut, throw cut ect.  I guess it's the new way of showing action, to me it just looks like poor choreography.  Showing an entire sequence would be much better, but when you have bad guys dressed in black, your hero dressed in black fighting on dark streets at night for some reason it's kind of hard to follow what's happening when you're only showing 30 one second clips of action.  Be hard on your actors, take a cue from the matrix.  Make them bruised battered and work for that 5-10 million dollars you're going to pay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I loved the movie, and will probably get the DVD, but if I praised it all then I'd give away too many spoilers.  Watch the movie.  The previews don't do it justice, but if they did they'd give too much away and spoil some of the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111901929096801585?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111901929096801585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111901929096801585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111901929096801585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111901929096801585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/06/batman-begins.html' title='Batman Begins'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111478520596702421</id><published>2005-04-29T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T10:33:25.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>working out</title><content type='html'>As we all know eating right is a mandatory part of weight gain. So I'm including a table of types of food and the protien in them. This table comes from &lt;a href="http://www.hsph.harvard.edu/nutritionsource/protein.html"&gt;harvard&lt;/a&gt; research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll now what to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something else while posting this message. I know absolutley nothing about editing html.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111478520596702421?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111478520596702421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111478520596702421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111478520596702421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111478520596702421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/working-out.html' title='working out'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111474838770580966</id><published>2005-04-28T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:17:07.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I've got some news on new jobs.  2 good leads on investment jobs.  I'm happy that things are looking up for me financially.  Call up dad to tell him the news, and he's glad for me and asks me about the positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After describing them, he asks me something else, but it's kind of mumbled, he aplogizes for eating cereal. I continue on with my plans for fixing up properties. He responds by telling me about how my grandfather was such a tight wad that he drove 50 miles to collect $45 from an old buisness partner.  Ended it by stating we'll probably never see each other again... unless you still owe me some money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dad told me I might be able to pick some stuff up from my brother in law who' a carpenter.  Again he slurs something else... and tells me how great it would be if we went into buisness together.  After a few more minutes of talking with him my suspicions were confirmed dad had taken his perscription sleeping meds.  He was becoming more incoherent, not really tired but just well inhibriated.  By tomorrow morning he won't even remember that I talked with him.  My father is addicted to perscription meds, and uses hypochondria as a crutch for it. Personal reason #2 of 3 that I hate drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111474838770580966?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111474838770580966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111474838770580966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111474838770580966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111474838770580966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111435454623784422</id><published>2005-04-24T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T10:55:46.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>It all started about 17 years ago at Grandma's house on a Sunday morning. I walked down stairs and Grandma was in the kitchen watching CBS's Sunday Morning program while eating her cereal.  Something drew me in about the way all the stories were crafted like a grandparent telling their grandchildren what life was like in the 40's.  The news was never really depressing, like what you see on CNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pope John Paul II died they played a piece with Charles Osgood touring the Papal Palace, talking about the small nation of employees that work there.  They showed the Pope-mobile, a vintage car about 50 years old.  It ended with Charles Osgood trying to charm the pope into givein a rare interview.  In the end the Pope John-Paul charmed the reporter, thanked him for visiting and left to do his papal duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show has become the center of tv culture for me.  A real gem among the all the other junk that producers put on tv to pander to us.   As I write this I havc realized that I am now watching Hollowmen on Comedy Central. Now my sense enlightenment has wained in the glow of a bunch of breast and fart jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111435454623784422?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111435454623784422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111435454623784422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111435454623784422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111435454623784422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111413826350955623</id><published>2005-04-21T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:51:03.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chili</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite foods to make is chili.  I say this because I just made a batch today.  I'm not sure how many bowls I've had of it so far, probably about 4.  Some how my stomach seems to know.  Right now it feels like a balloon, in a gas-ex commercial.  My weakness in the chili is spice.  I have to have it a little spicy, not enough to leave your tounge a smoldering piece of char, but maybe your forehead will sweat a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chili may not be the best in the world, but most people have seconds and no one has ever said it sucked.  Except for a couple of pansies with weak stomachs who couldn't even handle a specially made bland batch of my chili.  A pox on them for even complaining.  Guess if you make chili for 150 people someone will have to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I've really got... I think my first bowl is finally catching up with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111413826350955623?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111413826350955623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111413826350955623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111413826350955623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111413826350955623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/chili.html' title='chili'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111400463083630037</id><published>2005-04-20T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:43:50.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An update to a blind date</title><content type='html'>Ok so the date seems to go well.  As you're walking away she asks to do it again.  Sure next Monday...  Call back a couple of days later for the date to thank her and say you had a good time.  She says I'll see you for coffee on Monday.  Sunday you call to confirm a time, and get voicemail.  Monday comes and passes no call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I get aggrivated.  If you're going to stand me up and you're not interested don't start by asking me out again.  That's just rude.  Could someone tell me why people do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111400463083630037?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111400463083630037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111400463083630037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111400463083630037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111400463083630037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/update-to-blind-date.html' title='An update to a blind date'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111325068460151855</id><published>2005-04-11T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T16:18:04.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind date</title><content type='html'>Something new happened to me on Friday.  I had a successful blind date.  It was a lot of fun, at least after the intial awkwardness of..... so... how are you.....and .... entertain me.   Anywho she seems to be a real southern bell.  A less conceited version of Scarlet O'hara.  I only wish I could as suave as Red Butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details of the outing you ask, we met at Barnes and Noble coffeeshop. Somehow she ended up paying for the coffee.  My small sense of chivalary said no this isn't right, but she insisted, and I wasn't about to start to argue.   Next time though, I'll pickup the dinner tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as personality goes she seems to be a real person of character.  Not much more to say there because unless you're giving a psych test it's hard to get an extreemly accurate feel for what someone's character is.  Never the less she seemed to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all ended with a handshake, (she offered it) and the promise of  going out again in a week after everything had calmed down for her with graduate studies. A class act all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111325068460151855?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111325068460151855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111325068460151855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111325068460151855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111325068460151855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/blind-date.html' title='Blind date'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111237574627671188</id><published>2005-04-01T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T12:15:46.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs jobs jobs</title><content type='html'>I just got a job offer from National City.  Full time.   I had to turn it down since I'm doing 2 part time jobs.  They still want me to work part time for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and I got a new phone yesterday.  A motorola V265.  I like, it's nice, has a camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111237574627671188?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111237574627671188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111237574627671188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111237574627671188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111237574627671188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/04/jobs-jobs-jobs.html' title='Jobs jobs jobs'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111151433385502456</id><published>2005-03-22T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:59:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider man Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://playlist.yahoo.com/makeplaylist.dll?id=1277883&amp;sdm=web&amp;amp;qtw=640&amp;qth=400"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; really takes me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111151433385502456?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111151433385502456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111151433385502456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111151433385502456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111151433385502456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/03/spider-man-nostalgia.html' title='Spider man Nostalgia'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-111093997104032812</id><published>2005-03-15T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:26:11.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Quit</title><content type='html'>Ever watch a man break.  Today I did, I put in my 2 week notice.  My boss' face lost a little bit of color, his head sank and he didn't say a word to me for about an hour.  At one point for no apparent reason he went out the back door to the back lot for about 5 minutes.  I actually felt sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His day got better when the radioshack Loss Prevention manager paid a visit.  Of all the hard asses in the company he's known as the worst even in regions on the west coast.  Classic ex-marine, with a tad of bad debt collector thrown in.  Even the most innocent question is undertoned with a deeper meaning that will reveal to him any possible violation of company policy.  Talking with him is like having a verbal colon exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-111093997104032812?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/111093997104032812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=111093997104032812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111093997104032812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/111093997104032812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-i-quit.html' title='Today I Quit'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110913473576725269</id><published>2005-02-22T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:58:55.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection</title><content type='html'>I was thinking, I don't spend much time doing meaningful reflection on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110913473576725269?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110913473576725269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110913473576725269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110913473576725269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110913473576725269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/02/self-reflection.html' title='Self Reflection'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110873777814620002</id><published>2005-02-18T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T09:42:58.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had a sign</title><content type='html'>Well it's finally time for me to leave work, my sign has come.  Yesterday I was informed that my boss was going to be going to a new store and some person was getting promoted to my store.  Since I have no loyalty to this person, I figured it would be a great oppertunity to get their feet wet.  Welcome to management your most experienced employee has put in his notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to give that other job I have lined up a call.  Hello nights and weekends free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110873777814620002?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110873777814620002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110873777814620002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110873777814620002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110873777814620002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-had-sign.html' title='I&apos;ve had a sign'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110818338219643349</id><published>2005-02-11T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:41:33.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to Mr. Hibbity Gibbity</title><content type='html'>Official Rules for the Interview Game&lt;br /&gt;1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "interview me."&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions&lt;br /&gt;6. I will answer reasonable follow up questions if you leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like a chain letter. Except no one gets any money and you don't wake up to find 1026 people crapping on you lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c110814839232408513"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4681779"&gt;Mr. Hibbity Gibbity&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Questions for Bill T. Cat . . .&lt;br /&gt;1. You're a level 3 mage and a rhinoceros is stampeding your @$$ . . . what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast cock of the infinite on it, causing it to 'pole' vault over me, stunning the rhino and allowing me to get away safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thinking back to all the classic board games of our youth (i.e. CandyLand, Chutes and Ladders, Monopoly, Life), which do you feel represents your life best and which piece do you see yourself as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess. It's simple in the beginning but as the game goes on it becomes more complicated. More choices and options and with each choice more potential danger and rewards. The piece I see myself as would be the white knight. It moves in odd paterns but has potential if utilized properly. Oh yeah and I'm also caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What am I thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of witty remark will Brian make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A fleburl jumps a grenop. Who enjoys it more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If google.com can't make sense of it, I'm not going to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rls=GGLD,GGLD:2004-22,GGLD:en&amp;q=fleburl"&gt;http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;rls=GGLD,GGLD:2004-22,GGLD:en&amp;amp;q=fleburl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rls=GGLD,GGLD:2004-22,GGLD:en&amp;q=grenop"&gt;http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;rls=GGLD,GGLD:2004-22,GGLD:en&amp;amp;q=grenop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest answer I got from google for 'Who enjoys it more'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnymail.com/cgi/joke.cgi?category=relasexx&amp;id=36938"&gt;http://www.funnymail.com/cgi/joke.cgi?category=relasexx&amp;amp;id=36938&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How often do you find yourself wishing you could run around the city wielding a chainsaw? A sniper rifle? A shotgun? A tank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chainsaw never, they potentially kick back too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sniper rifle only when certain people come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shot gun Every time I enter a K-mart the fantasy of skipping down the ailes while singing the smurf song comes to mind. La La lalala Chi chik lala la BANG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Tank During rush hour traffic, sure it only goes 45, but it goes 45 over everything. Besides I want to see if the GTA tank trick really works. (pointing the turrent behind you and firing repeatedly to get a 'rocket' boost).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110818338219643349?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110818338219643349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110818338219643349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110818338219643349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110818338219643349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/02/answers-to-mr-hibbity-gibbity.html' title='Answers to Mr. Hibbity Gibbity'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110774670961220571</id><published>2005-02-06T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:25:09.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping around</title><content type='html'>The joys of sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up around 8:00 am.  I was warm the air was cool and the sun was just peaking in... The world would be fine with out me so I went back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am  more light is coming in.  I'm completely relaxed and at peace with the world.  Another 30 minutes would feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later I open my eyes again.  Life is good I look at the clock and then nuzzle back into my pillow.... A couple of minutes later I realize what the clock said I'm running late for work.  I'm wide awake, the world is not doing fine without me, there will be old ladies banging there canes at the front window of the store so they can buy their hearing aid batteries that died in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it will be a rough day, good thing I got a good nights sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110774670961220571?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110774670961220571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110774670961220571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110774670961220571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110774670961220571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/02/sleeping-around.html' title='Sleeping around'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110726787394681649</id><published>2005-02-01T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T09:24:33.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nah Nah nah nah NAH  BATMAN</title><content type='html'>Ok this is a post to my own geekdom.   I'm reliving my childhood days.  Mr. hibbity gibbity got the second season of Batman the animated series.  We spent the evening curled up on bean bag chairs watching the bat man beat up and interogate criminals.  One thing I enjoyed about the show is it seemed to have more plot than most other animated series (ok cartoons)  They just don't make cartoons like they used to. There are way too many series of poorly drawn cartoons, cutesy talking pokedigemontsters, and live action series that are knock offs of the classic cartoon Voltron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm still facinated that after all these years Batman has evolved from a campy ambigously gay super hero to a dark warrior with serious issues about his childhood.  Strike one up for the normal human who's abnormally rich.  Cowls off to you batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110726787394681649?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110726787394681649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110726787394681649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110726787394681649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110726787394681649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/02/nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-batman.html' title='Nah Nah nah nah NAH  BATMAN'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110697676994266417</id><published>2005-01-29T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:33:02.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Christian Singles</title><content type='html'>I was checking my email and filtering the usual junk when one from this site caught my eye &lt;a href="http://www.wherechristiansmeet.com/index.php?affil=1529-vegasWCM"&gt;http://www.wherechristiansmeet.com/index.php?affil=1529-vegasWCM&lt;/a&gt;  I wondered to myself if it would turn out to be some kind of Christian porn site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a dating service of sorts for Christians but whenI got to looking at it somethings started bothering me.    1.  you must be at least 25.  (ok so thaey want people who've sewn their wild oats.  2.  they have a place for marital status for legally separated.   This is kind of awkward, I guess it's for those who have a spouse who won't sign the papers.  3.  for the income range the minimum is 25,000.  What about the poor christians who sit by wells with only do pennies are they destined to have a life alone, with their only solace to be the words of Paul?  Is this because the web site feels that God only blesses those of us who can earn an above poverty income?  4. after filling out the application as Bill T. Cat with and email adress &lt;a href="mailto:nope@nobody.com"&gt;nope@nobody.com&lt;/a&gt; you're informed that a live rep will be calling you shortly.  That's kind of creepy.&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/9162070-110697676994266417?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110697676994266417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110697676994266417' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110697676994266417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110697676994266417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/meeting-christian-singles.html' title='Meeting Christian Singles'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110662689176611956</id><published>2005-01-24T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:21:31.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The debate continues</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I've been debating leaving my job or not.  I have serious issues with loyalty, I'm way to loyal.  There is another line on a job that's available to me.  In terms of pay it pays more, however I'll make less because my current job pays me more benefits ($3,500 tuition)  The only thing is I'm becoming burnt out on my current job since I only have one co-worker to help me run the store.  This is where my loyalty comes in, my co-worker is on the verge of stepping down from management himself, but can't afford to do that right now with his wife and kid to support.  I feel that my leaving would be the last straw and push him over the edge.  So what's best for me might not be what's best for others.  Normally I like to consider myself a selfish person but this goes against all of that and I think it bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110662689176611956?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110662689176611956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110662689176611956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110662689176611956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110662689176611956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/debate-continues.html' title='The debate continues'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110602429912422979</id><published>2005-01-17T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:58:19.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's surprise</title><content type='html'>My sister gave me a little surprise.  Apparently her friend, who she has a secret crush on, had a mutual attraction to her.  Without so much as really dating he proposed to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm proud of her.  I'm sure she was flattered and blushed but at the same time she turned him down.  She loves him as a person but realized that where he was in life wasn't where she needed him to be to start a life time of commitment.  The commitment isn't the problem, my sis tells me that lots of girls she knows have thrown themselves at him, girls much easier than my sister is I might add.  None the less he's turned them down to pursue a potential relationship with my sis that didn't even promise a noncommital makeout session.  The problem is getting him financially ready.  Steady job and excess debts are a problem so he has 1 year.  I hope he can get his act together, I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110602429912422979?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110602429912422979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110602429912422979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110602429912422979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110602429912422979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-sisters-surprise.html' title='My sister&apos;s surprise'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110589087599969771</id><published>2005-01-16T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T10:54:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>The other day a friend of mine called me up to tell me that there was a tribute to Betty Paige happening at Deja Vu.  (gentleman's club)  She and I have been club buddies and gone there together a few times.  She likes the women I like the music and the scenery's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there she was a little upset that for the past hour they'd played just rap and country.  Then the girl she wanted to see wasn't working (more upset). This led to her being depressed in a club full of good music and ... strippers.  so instead of sitting back and having a good time, we spent a couple of hours in there sorting out her issues.  Oddest place I've ever had a talk on self worth.  I don't know how to make raise her self confidence.  She feels absolutely worthless, if I disagree she tells me I'm lying and of course if I agree I would be lying.  Neither would help.  She just needs to meet some good people.  Of course then wasn't the time.  You don't meet good people in Deja Vu, well except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110589087599969771?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110589087599969771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110589087599969771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110589087599969771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110589087599969771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110534047581782431</id><published>2005-01-10T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:20:05.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to Alcoholics</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I don't appreciate, it's people who call into work because of a hangover. If you're going to drink have the courtsey to do it when you don't have to work the next day. Otherwise, suck it up, drink some 7up, take some asprin and come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really understanding of people calling in after being hung over. I've sucked it up. Sure I looked bad, smelled bad and even tasted bad. (could still tasted the beer)  But my co-workers can count on me even if I'm grouchy and hard to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110534047581782431?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110534047581782431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110534047581782431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110534047581782431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110534047581782431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/note-to-alcoholics.html' title='A note to Alcoholics'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110525338974618631</id><published>2005-01-09T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:49:49.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By popular demand</title><content type='html'>Recently I've had many people ask me to write more.  By going through all my comments I realized that this has become a popular blog for people so I've decided to rededicate myself to my journal.  ... that is all.... for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110525338974618631?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110525338974618631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110525338974618631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110525338974618631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110525338974618631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/by-popular-demand.html' title='By popular demand'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110473724863932287</id><published>2005-01-03T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T02:27:28.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work</title><content type='html'>Recently a couple of my co-workers have jumped ship.  This has left only 2 people working at the store.  More overtime for me.  My delimma is that I've always worked for others and not always for myself.  It's time for me to move on as well, but my loyalty keeps me around for now.  My guess is that I need to stop worrying about others and just go.  Hopefully only 2 weeks left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110473724863932287?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110473724863932287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110473724863932287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110473724863932287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110473724863932287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2005/01/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110087246228964243</id><published>2004-11-19T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T08:54:22.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Matrix???</title><content type='html'>I wondered when it was coming and I saw it today for just 3 easy payments of 19.99.  It comes as a 10 disc set.  You get all three Matix films all newly re-digitally mastered, all three Matirx films Revisited, the matirix revisited, a disc of phisophers, robtics engineers, film critics all making comments on the films, the Animatrix and a disc of how the stunts were made and one other disc of inane crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd be impressed if they did some extensive re-editing on the second and third film.  Comentary by 80 'experts' though, who would wasted their time with this... IT'S A MOVIE.  IF YOU WANT TO LEARN ABOUT IF YOU REALLY EXIST TAKE A COURSE IN PHILOSOPHY.  Sorry, after seeing the first movie people started considering themselves philosophers because they got a movie ticket for $6.00.  Now I too have been subject to talking about where the matrix will go next before the 2nd and 3rd films came out and how the brothers could have done it better after I saw them.   This was idle talk with friends though, but I did see some pretty heated arguments happen OVER A MOVIE!!!  My point is this is less about artistic vision and more about cashing in on people who use the movies as a point of reference in their life.  Let's also pull out documentaries on  The Ten Commandments, Gone with the Wind, and the amazing special effects in Godzilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted this is a market economy so if you can sell it you have every right to... More power to movie makers if they can cash in on people.  I just wish people wouldn't go for this, so movie makers could expend their energies in making new good movies.  (Take a lesson Lucas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9162070-110087246228964243?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110087246228964243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110087246228964243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110087246228964243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110087246228964243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2004/11/ultimate-matrix.html' title='Ultimate Matrix???'/><author><name>Bill T. Cat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10238385453513649230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12200898282576463542'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9162070.post-110071841435711591</id><published>2004-11-17T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:06:54.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got flashed yesterday</title><content type='html'>As I was leaving work, concerned about my up coming test in Economics I saw a familar white car start tailing me, when i say the third head light outside the driver's window I figured I was about to be busted for something...  30 seconds later lights flip on and I hit the gas and try to out run him and live out my Dukes of Hazzard fantasy.  Or maybe I just pulled over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know why I pulled you over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short pause...I looked in his eyes and said"Actually, no."   (my plate tags are expired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your plate tags are expired, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for feigning ignorance.  Instantly, I knew that my chances for everything I could plan on doing with $130 was going to got to Nicholasville's finest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope comes in the form of a down trodden county clerk when she informs me that if I just update my tags they'll probably drop the charges.  So now I feel as though I have $130 to spend again and so I'm trying to find ways to spend the money that I was planning on saving until I got pulled over.&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/9162070-110071841435711591?l=billtcat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/feeds/110071841435711591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9162070&amp;postID=110071841435711591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110071841435711591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9162070/posts/default/110071841435711591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billtcat.blogspot.com/2004/11/got-flashed-yesterday.html' title='Got flashed yesterday'/><author><name>Bill T. 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