<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:55:41.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGitsDON Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>YOUR #1 SOURCE FOR NOTHING</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-7267585883546963189</id><published>2010-07-22T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:48:57.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCLOVIN'</title><content type='html'>Brian's Empty House + Beer + Camera = THIS POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf2Q9qvfQI/AAAAAAAABBg/v4zHMF53BCE/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf2Q9qvfQI/AAAAAAAABBg/v4zHMF53BCE/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632641521155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf2QQPe2dI/AAAAAAAABBY/7HLkELavTF0/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf2QQPe2dI/AAAAAAAABBY/7HLkELavTF0/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632629327223250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trading cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1_zMl0qI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8Iyq2PX1MVc/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1_zMl0qI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8Iyq2PX1MVc/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632346652562082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1_jGK5dI/AAAAAAAABBI/X8d-LhDpCMw/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1_jGK5dI/AAAAAAAABBI/X8d-LhDpCMw/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632342330664402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1_EC9fgI/AAAAAAAABBA/GbtbvnaeRAs/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1_EC9fgI/AAAAAAAABBA/GbtbvnaeRAs/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632333995703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1-iExSQI/AAAAAAAABA4/RStqAkNhc-A/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1-iExSQI/AAAAAAAABA4/RStqAkNhc-A/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632324876486914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1-LTGtaI/AAAAAAAABAw/NbUUeadpAg0/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1-LTGtaI/AAAAAAAABAw/NbUUeadpAg0/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496632318762595746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DVD player FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1ebsLe7I/AAAAAAAABAo/lt7X94rUG8Y/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1ebsLe7I/AAAAAAAABAo/lt7X94rUG8Y/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496631773406919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fogel, SUP?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1eAHSFLI/AAAAAAAABAg/3QTAwGMwV64/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1eAHSFLI/AAAAAAAABAg/3QTAwGMwV64/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496631766004405426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12-pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf26W5338I/AAAAAAAABBo/Z-z0I5b5TJg/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf26W5338I/AAAAAAAABBo/Z-z0I5b5TJg/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496633352670142402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1cyix5_I/AAAAAAAABAI/RbIp4Y9KFVI/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf1cyix5_I/AAAAAAAABAI/RbIp4Y9KFVI/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496631745181771762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-7267585883546963189?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7267585883546963189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/mclovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7267585883546963189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7267585883546963189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/mclovin.html' title='MCLOVIN&apos;'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEf2Q9qvfQI/AAAAAAAABBg/v4zHMF53BCE/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-7644196776812329057</id><published>2010-07-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:17:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TO THE UNKNOWN</title><content type='html'>Hello friends. So yesterday (Saturday), I had a day off work surprisingly, and so I was able to go forth with the homegirl Raisa's plan to hit up San Diego, along with Brian as well. This would then become...the 1st time I have ever traveled to the wonderland of San Diego, which means whale's vagina I believe? Ahahah (if you don't get that reference shame on you). Anyways, so after lagging it hard (seriously &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Filipino%20Time"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; x3, lol), me and Brian finally reached our checkpoint, Raisa's new pad in Irvine, which in turn, is another 1st time for me as I have never stepped foot in Irvine yet in my life. Off to San Diego we went...first stop, Old Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPsP2_P_qI/AAAAAAAABAA/ifAO_caOd2Q/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPsP2_P_qI/AAAAAAAABAA/ifAO_caOd2Q/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495495727525133986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEHOLD! The Old Town San Diego sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;UH OH! Sidetracked! I accidentally placed this pic in the wrong order and i'm too lazy to change it, before arriving to San Diego (after a shitload of traffic, a rest stop break cuz I had to piss real bad, fist-pumping with a car full of blondes in the lane beside us, and more traffic), which took a duration of about 2 hours, you encounter these babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPrlIPGHRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/VHuEyBiXn14/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPrlIPGHRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/VHuEyBiXn14/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494993420623122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The biggest pair of tits that are always nippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK so back on track. So the first thing we hit up in San Diego was indeed Old Town. After Raisa busted an almost imposible feat (parallel parking her Toyota Highlander in seriously the smallest space ever), we explored the town in the scorching heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqxp9k4jI/AAAAAAAAA_o/qfm_k-curJ8/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqxp9k4jI/AAAAAAAAA_o/qfm_k-curJ8/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494109120750130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was mostly a bunch of gift shops and restaurants, each one offering a variety of different goods, mostly Hispanic-based, I mean, it is San Diego. A ceramic mug in the shape of a single breast where the nipple has a hole in it, with the words "Nutri-Leche" painted on it, was probably the most fascinating souvenir available, its too bad that I didn't buy it or took a picture of it because the shopkeeper was eyeing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqxOTI9mI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tp-uHd7CJ1A/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqxOTI9mI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tp-uHd7CJ1A/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494101695002210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqwy6aKiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Y_0Nu14GXCc/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqwy6aKiI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Y_0Nu14GXCc/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494094343514658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Encountered this pile o' rocks in the picture below at one of the gift shops. Made me and Raisa NOSTALGIA real hard. She said she used to collect rocks and shit when she was little, which related to me because I collected rocks too, but aside from that I had a passion of collecting fossils. I remember blowing the minds of my friends in elementary school when I bought this fish fossil (a small, bony fish embedded in a rectangular piece of sedimentary rock). What I did was during the 1st out of 3 recesses, I planted the fossil in the dirt where we usually play soccer. When 2nd recess came along, I went to that very spot, made a HUGE COMMOTION and called to all my friends to check out my awesome find. "OMGGGGGGG! DON YOU FOUND A FOSSIL! ITS PROBABLY WORTH A TON OF MONEY!" LOL, when in reality it was like $3.99 from that gift shop in Seattle. It was even funnier thinking that I found a solid-gray piece of sedimentary rock fossil in a patch of wet, damp, dark brown soil. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqwc0xjeI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/dlxNr1Oktg8/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqwc0xjeI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/dlxNr1Oktg8/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494088414301666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOSTALGIAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqv9oaIjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kbYzJCuX0Dc/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqv9oaIjI/AAAAAAAAA_I/kbYzJCuX0Dc/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494080040935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rubberband guns are the shit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL at the scoped rifle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqQTUxl9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/ObnkkuNP5Xo/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqQTUxl9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/ObnkkuNP5Xo/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495493536108353490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raisa's signature pose and expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqP1gjVPI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Vi1nvhx89uQ/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqP1gjVPI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Vi1nvhx89uQ/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495493528104686834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian's signature pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Old Town San Diego is a place littered with Landmark zones and buildings. From the Old Adobe Chapel to the Whaley House, Old Town is a collection of Historic places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqPgODADI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PKWrTSOeGA8/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqPgODADI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PKWrTSOeGA8/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495493522389925938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the most haunted places in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqPIQWYyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/t0voA4oIS4M/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqPIQWYyI/AAAAAAAAA-o/t0voA4oIS4M/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495493515957134114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you really?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqO5c5azI/AAAAAAAAA-g/3x7SHr8NKro/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPqO5c5azI/AAAAAAAAA-g/3x7SHr8NKro/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495493511983229746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the restaurants was VERY consistent with their bathroom checks as you can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We encountered a lot of random things during our visit to Old Town, but not as random as these things seen below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPpmnqSkmI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2cmWHFUce9o/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPpmnqSkmI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2cmWHFUce9o/s400/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495492820012798562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPpl5U4-oI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/hXYauUQRGOs/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPpl5U4-oI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/hXYauUQRGOs/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495492807575009922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random Toyota Tercel with matching Blue-Colored chrome rim hoops and windshield wipers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After old town, we got in touch with the homie Mayo to come visit her. But after an ordeal and a fiasco and getting lost, seeing her pretty much was not an option anymore, so we decided to hit up one of the eateries SD (Chula Vista) is known for, &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/lolitas-taco-shop-chula-vista-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita's Taco Shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPplq2ouSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/f9zY5osfEFo/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPplq2ouSI/AAAAAAAAA-I/f9zY5osfEFo/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495492803690019106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently everyone loves the Carne Asada fries from this place, so of course we all gave it a shot.  It was good, but not as good as &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/alberts-mexican-food-norwalk-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alberto's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super Carne Asada Fries in my honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPplEKPYHI/AAAAAAAAA-A/hz9HTYM-GZk/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPplEKPYHI/AAAAAAAAA-A/hz9HTYM-GZk/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495492793303261298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cardiac Arrest time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man did we fail really badly at this dish, me the most as usual. I probably got full after eating only about 20% of it LOL. It was funny because Brian, the Spaniard, didn't get guacamole or sour cream on his, so his plate was basically fries, cheese, and carne asada...so fucking dry and not Spaniard-like. You should have seen the face of the guy who took his order, it was probably the most mind-boggling thing that man encountered all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPpkq5n18I/AAAAAAAAA94/lbpyNkAmR5M/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPpkq5n18I/AAAAAAAAA94/lbpyNkAmR5M/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495492786522675138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian getting high off air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a quick visit from her friend Eugenie and boxing up our unfinished meals, we decided to go forth with Raisa's itinerary....watching &lt;a href="http://inceptionmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now, me and Brian had already watched it during its midnight release, IMAX as well, and we we're so amazed by it that we totally agreed to watch it a 2nd time, it being her 1st time, IMAX format again. Let me just say, that I have never watched a movie twice in the theater in my life, and man was I glad to do it for this movie because you will seriously get things you missed while you were too busy trying to comprehend the other shit going on in this mind-fucking movie during the 1st time around, giving you an overall better understanding/grasp of the movie. But I feel like I can totally go for a 3rd helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm not a movie critic but in the end, we did get to visit Mayo afterall (and I'm an idiot for forgetting to bring my camera when we did so I have no pics to show). She called us up and said to meet her up at her apartment, and man was it convenient that it was like 3 minutes away from the theater we decided to go to. So we got to chill with her and met her roommates, who are her fellow cooks/chefs in the workplace. They were all cool in their own way (even though it was a quick meet n greet) and they hooked it up with beers! Thanks guys! Highlight of the night was Mayo dying of laughter when playing around with my "BLEEP!" app on my Droid, which is a button that makes that BLEEP/CENSOR sound from tv/radio when cuss words are used haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying our goodbyes, we headed back to Irvine, and then back home to Downey. What a great day, an exhausting one too. Thanks for hooking it up with cheesecake, pizza, and the assortment of cupcakes Mayo! Til' next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-7644196776812329057?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7644196776812329057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-to-unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7644196776812329057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7644196776812329057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-to-unknown.html' title='OFF TO THE UNKNOWN'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPsP2_P_qI/AAAAAAAABAA/ifAO_caOd2Q/s72-c/DSC_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-345423498717367803</id><published>2010-07-18T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:56:30.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEG STANDS ALL DAY</title><content type='html'>Sup everybody. Lemme tell you about my past Friday night (better late than never). So my homie Francisco, who just came back from studying abroad for 2 years in Europe, hit me up to DJ his surprise party for his younger bro, Chuy. So of course, the awesome friend that I am, accept this request, because I love to DJ and keep the party going. Took place at the homie Brush's house, and everything was nicely set up; beer pong table with sign up sheet (smart idea by the way), cooler full of Sangria aka "Jungle Juice," and a nice circular table outside for the smokers. So the pre-partying began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPga_Wn-4I/AAAAAAAAA9w/RPca6qtH5AE/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPga_Wn-4I/AAAAAAAAA9w/RPca6qtH5AE/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482724609686402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fellow DJ Julio with what I think is the best invention of 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About an hour and a half into the pre-party, Francisco calls for the cue. So we shut down the music and lights, had everyone cramp up inside, and gave Chuy a big ol' surprise as he came in. "Man I was scared, felt like I was gonna get jumped," said Chuy. Immediately, he 1st act of the party that he promised was delivered, and that was his proposed keg stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPgaWj7M2I/AAAAAAAAA9o/SHDL5lXrPao/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPgaWj7M2I/AAAAAAAAA9o/SHDL5lXrPao/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482713659618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting vertical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPf1QF451I/AAAAAAAAA9g/ja0L9maJuh0/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPf1QF451I/AAAAAAAAA9g/ja0L9maJuh0/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482076267865938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission: Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chuy handled that stand for a pretty good amount of time, but that act wasn't just limited to him. Older bro Francisco aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLAKER OF THE YEAR&lt;/span&gt; got in on the action too, as well as a bunch of other party-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPf0_-NfFI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/0_5TehyVeUc/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPf0_-NfFI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/0_5TehyVeUc/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482071940693074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big bro shows us how its done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPf0XDMsnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/VTSFHN-h8fY/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPf0XDMsnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/VTSFHN-h8fY/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482060955759218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cervante's (?) first keg stand, she was up there for about 30 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So on went the party, and man was it a good time. Met a bunch of new peeps who were pretty cool, some even helping me out with that techno EDC kinda music selection since I'm not really deep in that music scene yet, but man did that shit get the party crackin even more. Pretty crazy when hardcore-vato looking gangster fools come up to you requesting some Aoki. Man was I surprised at how much the music scene has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfzbUy2cI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kVOW86xBSmA/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfzbUy2cI/AAAAAAAAA9I/kVOW86xBSmA/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482044923435458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multi-tasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfyzl19tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/pg_sEi4ZiGs/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfyzl19tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/pg_sEi4ZiGs/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495482034257524434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best ass/DJ Hadouken fan of the night goes to Michelle aka Peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfM5yManI/AAAAAAAAA84/-B0eNIYFp2w/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfM5yManI/AAAAAAAAA84/-B0eNIYFp2w/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481383084911218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The homie Diego, a pioneer friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfMgEshuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/becF28BuhKQ/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfMgEshuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/becF28BuhKQ/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481376183191266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The set-up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(speaker tops = free Polaroid pick-up station; great idea thanks to Andrew Q)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfMMgfG8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/RN7pr58-CEc/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfMMgfG8I/AAAAAAAAA8o/RN7pr58-CEc/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481370931043266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely frat-ladies from NY came to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfL3N5S2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/hVCdEvU0HCU/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfL3N5S2I/AAAAAAAAA8g/hVCdEvU0HCU/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481365215923042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Alice for the drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfLH8QekI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/9hrp_0Yabdw/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TEPfLH8QekI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/9hrp_0Yabdw/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495481352525478466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perks of being DJ: Receiving free drinks all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this was an awesome night. Played from about 10pm to 3am, a good 5-hours straight, I was exhausted. NO trouble at all til the end of the party when these 3-unknowns wouldn't get the fuck out and kept talking shit, while this one fool kept trying to pull drunk chicks to the back yard to have his way with em, evidently failing though haha. After about an hour after the party ended, we finally got them out without shit going down, though one of them attempted to piss on one of the homie's cars. Glad nothing happened. Anyways, happy b-day again Chuy, hope you- actually, I know you had a blast haha. Well, my services will be over at Diego's this coming Saturday for his birthday. 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FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**WARNING: THIS POST IS PICTURE HEAVY!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sup everybody! Today was a very filling day for me, especially after all this you are about to read today, I have just finished eating an entire bag of corn-chowder flavored potato chips right now as I am typing. Anyways, today started off with hanging out with my Big Sis Shari and my awesome cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shari picked up my cousin Paulo (the grad from a couple posts back) and met up with our other cousins Erika and Jaclyn over at &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/orochon-ramen-los-angeles"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orochon Ramen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Little Tokyo. Erika and Jaclyn (Ate Jax) just recently came back from a month-long trip to the Philippines, and have long been craving some delicious ramen, and so today was the big day. We just did what we usually do when we all hang out together: eat, talk shit, laugh at others, chat about the good/bad/drama going on in our lives, and of course talking about gross and inappropriate things while eating in a restaurant *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough cough - Ate Jax on the phone talking about periods all loud while our next seat neighbors are like inches away from you LOL&lt;/span&gt;* Couple fails today in the restaurant though (which is okay I guess because they were super busy as usual), but yeah they ran out of water to serve and they didn't bring out our order of fried rice til literally the end of our meal and chatter (which was about an hour in duration) and after about 2 reminders to our waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gm6KO5II/AAAAAAAAA8I/0LixjoLukhk/s1600/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gm6KO5II/AAAAAAAAA8I/0LixjoLukhk/s400/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494005185746232450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cousin Crew + Sis: Paulo, Shari, Erika, Jax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've posted about my other trips to Orochon Ramen before on my blog, so I'm sure you are familiar with it, but if not...I'll give you a quick fact. Orochon Ramen recently hit the spotlight being featured on an episode on Man vs. Food (you might have seen it too), where the host attempted and conquered eating this restaurant's challenge dish, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SPECIAL #2&lt;/span&gt;, which is a big, super spicy-hot-as-flame bowl of Ramen, broth and all, in under 30 minutes. I, on the other hand, just wanted to enjoy my ramen and not burn off my tastebuds and make my mouth and stomach suffer, so I stuck with the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gl62ZgRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/kDwqTEbuo8Y/s1600/bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gl62ZgRI/AAAAAAAAA8A/kDwqTEbuo8Y/s400/bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494005168751608082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dish: Miso Base #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time us cousins finish up our ramen, we head to &lt;a href="http://www.mikawayausa.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikawaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the plaza across the street to get dessert, in our case Mochi. The A/C inside felt so bomb, especially because it was boosted due to this place being an ice cream shop...because seriously outside felt like baking in an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gk2fk1kI/AAAAAAAAA74/sge0-PLJgUg/s1600/mochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gk2fk1kI/AAAAAAAAA74/sge0-PLJgUg/s400/mochi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494005150402270786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jax's choice: coffee mochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dessert, the girls headed to &lt;a href="http://www.americanapparel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Apparel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.popkiller.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popkiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while me and my fellow sneaker lover cousin Paulo headed to our sneaker shop of choice: &lt;a href="http://www.rif-la.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIF LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gb9p_IUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/DaxPj4YKKGE/s1600/rif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gb9p_IUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/DaxPj4YKKGE/s400/rif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004997706162498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gaxPzlII/AAAAAAAAA7o/4oKnBwGmtMY/s1600/frontRIF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gaxPzlII/AAAAAAAAA7o/4oKnBwGmtMY/s400/frontRIF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004977195259010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homie wanted in on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Again, I've posted about RIF LA in the past as well, but man has their business boomed since that time. They have so much shoes now that they seriously have stacks and stacks out on parts of the floor that was originally meant for walking space, and have also installed a couple more shelve-towers to store shoes on. They have so much inventory that they are currently not accepting used-shoes for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gaBujMtI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qbJo9eASpiU/s1600/stacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gaBujMtI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qbJo9eASpiU/s400/stacks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004964439306962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stacks so high you can play sneaker box Jenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gZEcb_-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/yfAfn7lJoW0/s1600/AJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gZEcb_-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/yfAfn7lJoW0/s400/AJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004947988774882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 pairs of Original Air Jordan 1's, drool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gX99UBGI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CTaOCrnF4YQ/s1600/baby+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gX99UBGI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CTaOCrnF4YQ/s400/baby+j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004929067746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got baby? Put some heat on their feet with these Baby J's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a kid, I was a huge Jordan fan (who wasn't?). Along with that, was love for his shoes. You weren't a cool kid unless you had Jordan's on your feet. In my childhood, I bought every Jordan shoe that came out that I could afford. Now in the present day and as a sneaker lover, I am not much of a Jordan head (unlike Paulo and my other older cousin Kuya Ry...who actually has a Jordan shrine...yes...an actual Jordan shrine no lie). But I will always remember my favorite pair of Jordan's, the Playoff 12's, the shoe in the pic below. My aunt had this picture of me holding up these shoes when I had em as a kid, and I've been meaning to recreate it by buying myself another pair (although she can't find the picture anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gHLEk13I/AAAAAAAAA7I/ub_gbbSEino/s1600/12s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gHLEk13I/AAAAAAAAA7I/ub_gbbSEino/s400/12s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004640530093938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a couple of other pairs of shoes I am aiming to get currently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gGmba5gI/AAAAAAAAA7A/p4ItaRPC0-8/s1600/drRX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gGmba5gI/AAAAAAAAA7A/p4ItaRPC0-8/s400/drRX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004630693799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Rx collabo with Levi's Chukka: Sellers price: $400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6po1akM8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/T8kyM8vCn6g/s1600/poorman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6po1akM8I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/T8kyM8vCn6g/s400/poorman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494015114436948930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undefeated x Converse Poorman's Weapon: Seller's Price $120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, didn't buy any shoes in the end (as I just bought a pair yesterday), but I did support them by buying a shirt and jacket from their own line, which they made in collaboration with the neighbor store Archrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so after chilling with the family, something that has been in the works for the longest time finally happened...which was chilling with college friends OUTSIDE OF CAMPUS! Well, it's not as bad as I say it to be, I have hung out with college friends outside of campus before, but I am speaking plainly about something me and my friends Erica and Carol have been planning for a loooooooong time. After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk talk talk&lt;/span&gt; about all 3 of us hitting up &lt;a href="http://www.theboilingcrab.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boiling Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; together, it just never actually happened over the past damn year, it was pretty much a bunch of "Okay for sure(s)!" and "Fuck yeah i'm down(s)!" but the event never actually occurring LOL. It wasn't until someone stepped up to really make it happen, and that person was me. Seriously, it wasn't until I created a virtual document on our walls on Facebook that required all of us to virtual sign that we agree that we were finally gonna FOR REALS THIS TIME GO THROUGH WITH A PLAN TO ALL MEET AND EAT AT BOILING CRAB AT THIS DATE AND TIME (today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gEmIJolI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BjtPhh5jzAs/s1600/fake+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gEmIJolI/AAAAAAAAA6w/BjtPhh5jzAs/s400/fake+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004596253237842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satellite/Radio Tower/Fake Tree spotting on the 60 freeway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gDjz6TVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/uj1QdX_-VeM/s1600/bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gDjz6TVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/uj1QdX_-VeM/s400/bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004578451606866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destination reached...BC in Rowland Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen my posts before, and you know that at BC you can write on the walls (in the designated wooden areas at least). But you know, there will always be rebels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fwO-eQ0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ROUG5xBG5Oc/s1600/fine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fwO-eQ0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/ROUG5xBG5Oc/s400/fine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004246441247554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good job Madmel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After meeting up @ 5pm, we got seated immediately (a surprising feat at BC) and got to ordering our food because we were fucking starving. They shared 1lb of shrimp with sausage and corn, while I devoured 1 lb of shrimp and 3 potatoes for myself, and we shared cajun fries. Once again, and for the 2nd time of the day, delicious restaurant food in my stomach! SATISFIED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fv5pP8CI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/wss5WQRdcuE/s1600/erica+carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fv5pP8CI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/wss5WQRdcuE/s400/erica+carol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004240715083810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poppin' Bibs: Carol and Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fvDnIuXI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Ltu-ROt5cD4/s1600/finally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fvDnIuXI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Ltu-ROt5cD4/s400/finally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004226210707826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agree with you 100% Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fuYMXrTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/onhi3xC32us/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fuYMXrTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/onhi3xC32us/s400/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004214555716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salivary glands have been triggered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fttkMHZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/AxBXK8YIHag/s1600/eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fttkMHZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/AxBXK8YIHag/s400/eating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494004203112897938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BC makes everyone happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After somehow getting shrimp juice splash into my eye (I wear glasses too, really how the fuck did that happen?) and finishing our food, we didn't want to leave the day to just this, I mean we've been looking forward to this day of chilling for the longest time, so we decided to hit up Tea Station just down the street to relax the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fGCXWIKI/AAAAAAAAA54/w0OESOoEZ5U/s1600/drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fGCXWIKI/AAAAAAAAA54/w0OESOoEZ5U/s400/drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494003521501405346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riding in the back with some good tunes playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fFtFLKvI/AAAAAAAAA5w/15qDZqYItro/s1600/beamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fFtFLKvI/AAAAAAAAA5w/15qDZqYItro/s400/beamer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494003515788045042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She asks the same question to herself every morning like I do, what a coincidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fFP0qbAI/AAAAAAAAA5o/6iks2HPRCZI/s1600/teastation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fFP0qbAI/AAAAAAAAA5o/6iks2HPRCZI/s400/teastation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494003507934161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fEsQ6YcI/AAAAAAAAA5g/b-fN0POWIZ8/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fEsQ6YcI/AAAAAAAAA5g/b-fN0POWIZ8/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494003498388971970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mixed Fruit Tea Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we spent the rest of the day here, seriously just chatting it up for a couple hours, seeing the sun go down and everything, which was quite refreshing. We talked about new phones, K-Town Jersey Shore, Carol's big move to Paris (in like 3 weeks), relationships, jobs, hipsters, clubbing, knock-off/bootleg Gucci bags, Inception, a whole bunch of shit. I love these two gals, you can talk to them about anything and the conversation will last all day, and they are just fun people to be around. But yeah the big topic of the night though was getting my lazy ass to get working on my portfolio to apply for the BFA program when Fall semester comes up. They made threats to me (very violent and disturbing, unforgiving ones)...and now I have been forced into applying, due to me being scared of them. Good job ladies...it just might work! Haha. At around 9:30, we decided to call it a night. Had a great day today guys, we will for sure hang out again soon! And for reals! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**BONUS**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fDm7_QCI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/YCOKFsL8QNI/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6fDm7_QCI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/YCOKFsL8QNI/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494003479779164194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See this sexy stick figure right here? LOL. He asked...Okay, I asked Erica and Carol what logo my hat was playing off of, and it was hilarious because in an instant after I asked they both shouted/pretty much blurted the correct answer out loud in unison while @ BC...seriously more synchronized than Olympic synchronized swim routines. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is...Do you know the answer?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hint: It's a fast food restaurant...I probably didn't even need to give you that hint)&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/2138379963640618000-2390572797006661789?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2390572797006661789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/don-vs-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2390572797006661789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2390572797006661789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/don-vs-food.html' title='DON VS. FOOD'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD6gm6KO5II/AAAAAAAAA8I/0LixjoLukhk/s72-c/fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5426049540020756394</id><published>2010-07-13T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:57:49.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUSAGE IN MY MOUTH</title><content type='html'>Hello people! First off let me just say that I am pretty much typing up this blog post naked because it is so god damn hot in my fucking room, and also my computer is like 6-7 years old now and its internal fans really suck, and they are blowing out hot air onto my legs...not helping the situation at all. Anyways, had a pretty chill day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read from a couple posts ago, Bill and I weren't able to hit up Fairfax that one time...so guess what? We did today! Ahaha. Alright so I picked that fool up and we headed out around 1pm because we had to get back in time because he had work at 6pm. On the freeway, I noticed this banging sound on my car. I ignored it for a few miles thinking maybe it was little pebbles and shit flying and hitting my car, but after it wouldn't stop finally I was like "OKAY! WTF IS MAKING THAT SOUND?!" So we look around thinking maybe something in the backseat was flopping around, but nothing...until Bill finally looked outside and noticed this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VEH8vZyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mWqLzd4eya4/s1600/gas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VEH8vZyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mWqLzd4eya4/s400/gas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640649803523874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes....that's my tank lid, open, flopping around, and banging my car. I felt like a fucking idiot. But then I was really like "WTF!? Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; my tank lid open?!" It's weird because I filled up last night, and I remember closing that shit. I always do, my OCD checks in too when I do it, I make sure the lid clicks 3 times before closing it shut. So I came to the conclusion that someone probably tried to siphon my gas...SO FUCK YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE! But yeah, Bill resolved the situation by hopping to the back seat, leaning out the window and screwing that shit back in. Good job Bill, you are a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VDsNvpzI/AAAAAAAAA5I/-i4y85Cx02Y/s1600/pick+ups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VDsNvpzI/AAAAAAAAA5I/-i4y85Cx02Y/s400/pick+ups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640642358650674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pick ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we finally got there, and we hit up our usual shops. &lt;a href="http://www.thehundreds.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hundreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.turntablelab.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turntable Lab LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.hufsf.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.supremenewyork.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, etc. I'm trying to save now, so be happy that I spent under $200 on myself today... I give myself a pat on the back for that.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After, Bill suggested we hit up &lt;a href="http://www.wurstkucherestaurant.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wurstküche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a sausage grill in Downtown, LA, literally like steps away from Little Tokyo. It took a while for us to get here, because we took side street from Fairfax and we got lost a few times too haha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VDBA1D3I/AAAAAAAAA5A/vnP33_BVYwo/s1600/wurst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VDBA1D3I/AAAAAAAAA5A/vnP33_BVYwo/s400/wurst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640630761754482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worst.....Cooch? SO DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  first heard about this place from &lt;a href="http://www.thehundreds.com/"&gt;Bobby Hundreds'&lt;/a&gt; blog, so this was our  first time here. The menu was pretty cool, had a ton of different sausages to choose from. They had some crazy ass flavors that all sounded tempting, but we both ended up trying the Mango Jalapeno and some fries. For something to wash it down with, I was flustered because they had a bunch of these import beverages on display, and I didn't know what to get...so i asked the clerk for her recommendation. She told me to give Mr. Q. Cumber soda a shot because she likes it, and was nice enough to pop one open for me to let me try first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1UkQcJLgI/AAAAAAAAA44/qa3WKWdQcho/s1600/soda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1UkQcJLgI/AAAAAAAAA44/qa3WKWdQcho/s400/soda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640102326906370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was actually delicious and refreshing, better than Pepsi Cucumber I imported from Japan a while back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1Uj7dDVpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/haeOg-04a_o/s1600/arsenal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1Uj7dDVpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/haeOg-04a_o/s400/arsenal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640096693573266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our meal, supplied with an arsenal of condiments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1UjYiEKjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ij4C5gRMZWM/s1600/mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1UjYiEKjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/ij4C5gRMZWM/s400/mango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640087319358002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mango Jalapeno sausage with caramelized onions and sweet peppers in a roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1Ui4n2r4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/fLQqpAzdCZ4/s1600/bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1Ui4n2r4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/fLQqpAzdCZ4/s400/bite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640078753705858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, there is a sausage under all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, the food was really good. Really delicious, but of course you have to pay the kinda-hefty LA fancy food price tag, I think it was $6.50 for the sausage, especially because it was an exotic flavor. Yeah but seriously it was really tasty, especially them damn onions. Anything caramelized becomes 10x more delicious than it normally is. I owned the tip of my tongue though trying to remove a piece of sausage-wrap that got stuck in between two of my teeth at the top-right and back of my mouth (you know, that chewy outer layer of skin that wraps the meat inside...making it a sausage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, just chilled at home. I thought to myself, man...I want to play a new game. And so I thought about finally going out to buy Alan Wake. So I went on &lt;a href="http://www.cheapassgamer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheap Ass Gamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see any good deals this week, especially to see if Alan Wake was on sale anywhere, and to my surprise, yes it was! At &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-mart&lt;/span&gt;, for a pretty nice price too! $34.99, that's $25 bucks off normal price! So I rushed my ass over before they closed tonight and picked that shit up. WHAT A STEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1UidvDmsI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-kg8fznLRas/s1600/alan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1UidvDmsI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-kg8fznLRas/s400/alan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493640071536155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5426049540020756394?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5426049540020756394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/sausage-in-my-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5426049540020756394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5426049540020756394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/sausage-in-my-mouth.html' title='SAUSAGE IN MY MOUTH'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TD1VEH8vZyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/mWqLzd4eya4/s72-c/gas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6320803519113797438</id><published>2010-07-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:41:35.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Snack Review 6: Doritos Gourmet Wasabi Mayo</title><content type='html'>WOW! I have not done one of these in a while. I kinda miss em, and I just bought some stuff at the grocery in Little Tokyo a few days back, so why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDbCw1_xNII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vk9JzaWpcY0/s1600/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDbCw1_xNII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vk9JzaWpcY0/s400/bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491790940008952962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WELCOME TO ANOTHER EDITION OF JAPANESE SNACK REVIEW....where I....buy a  Japanese Snack...that came from...Japan...and try it and tell you about  it. So for this 6th installment, I have a bag of DORITOS GOURMET: WASABI  MAYO flavor. Sounds exotic doesn't it? Or maybe gross? Only my tongue  will tell! So let's taste.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDbCwM-l6XI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mHXZ41tyZIE/s1600/chip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDbCwM-l6XI/AAAAAAAAA4I/mHXZ41tyZIE/s400/chip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491790928998164850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First chip was like an explosion of sharp tastes in my mouth, so I was like WTF?! til I realized what the flavor was and accepted it for what it was. It's wasabi-mayonaise flavored Doritos damn it! It took a while to get used to, but I ended up liking it and eating like 75% of the bag. It's not as good as the Cheetos Gourmet I reviewed quite some time ago, but it is not a bad alternative. In the end, I'll stick to my Doritos Nacho Cheesier flavor thank you very much. America FTW on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RATING: 7 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-6320803519113797438?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6320803519113797438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/japan-snack-review-6-doritos-gourmet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6320803519113797438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6320803519113797438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/japan-snack-review-6-doritos-gourmet.html' title='Japan Snack Review 6: Doritos Gourmet Wasabi Mayo'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDbCw1_xNII/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vk9JzaWpcY0/s72-c/bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6433118556050793883</id><published>2010-07-08T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:48:00.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY WELL SPENT</title><content type='html'>Sup guys. So today didn't go as planned as it was supposed to be....but I can say half of it came to be...so no complaining here. So today me and my friend Bill planned on hitting up the shops at Fairfax and then going to the Freestyle Photographic Supply Warehouse in Sante Fe Springs, all before he had to go to work this evening. We planned to head to Fairfax around 10:30 a.m. but boy were we wrong lol, in fact, we just skipped that part entirely. So Freestyle was the plan, and I went to pick up this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4BrsKPDI/AAAAAAAAA4A/evqBIzmnFjI/s1600/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4BrsKPDI/AAAAAAAAA4A/evqBIzmnFjI/s400/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491779134672223282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Bill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL sorry above pic looks totally out of sync with the rest (because I just took a pic of it right now because I forgot about it) but lemme explain. A long time ago, probably the first time I picked up Bill from his house, I think he came out with like a piece of cake and some milk for me LOL. And like another time, he brought out a slice of Boston Creme Pie or some shit. So now, everytime I pick his ass up, I expect some kind of random dessert. It hasn't happened for a while, but I still joke about it when I call him to come out. So this time, I was like "Ey! Bring me some cake bitch!" but instead he gave me the caramel-filled, chocolate chip cookie above. It was tasty, but I find it funny in presentation. He gave me a single, half-eaten cookie in a gallon-sized Ziploc Bag...good going Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we arrived at our destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4BLlsb_I/AAAAAAAAA34/GP5MjqH8oyI/s1600/build.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4BLlsb_I/AAAAAAAAA34/GP5MjqH8oyI/s400/build.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491779126055170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4AsYqJjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/MVd21-tH9HA/s1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4AsYqJjI/AAAAAAAAA3w/MVd21-tH9HA/s400/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491779117678994994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/freestyle-photo-catalog-order-center-santa-fe-springs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freestyle Photo Catalog Order Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Click &lt;a href="http://www.freestylephoto.biz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for actual business website). This is a place for photographers and students to go to when in need of photographic supplies from actual cameras, to film, papers, chemicals, everything relating to photography for cheap to decent prices and in bulk. So what you do here is you go in, sit down in this quiet office, flip through the catalog, and write down what you want to buy (and the quantity too), bring up the slip you filled out to the cashier, and BAM! The cashier walks right into the warehouse, gathers all the shit you want, and you pay, walk out and you are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3m770YzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/07t1jfwgRB8/s1600/bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3m770YzI/AAAAAAAAA3o/07t1jfwgRB8/s400/bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491778675176399666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One happy camper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3mX9FeTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/jcMrCf7U_s8/s1600/instax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3mX9FeTI/AAAAAAAAA3g/jcMrCf7U_s8/s400/instax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491778665518037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fujifilm Instax Mini 25 + Instant Film packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see, we both bought the same thing. That is why we went to Freestyle. We both just got paid and decided we wanted to play around with Instant Photography (Polaroid JUST BARELY making a comeback right now with Instant Cameras). But my real inspiration comes from one of my favorite photographers Yasumasa Yonehara aka &lt;a href="http://cexwork.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a Japanese erotic photographer who specializes in Instant Photography. I also have to give credit to one of my old friends from way back in middle school, &lt;a href="http://www.andrewquesada.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew Quesada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, for inspiring me to shoot instant as well as having a raw style of photography as his own. Click his name to see his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my trip with Bill, my friend Brian hit me up (after calling out sick from work) because he was craving some Korean BBQ...how could I deny?! So I scooped him up and headed to Mr. Lee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3l7IPGTI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4R8oBmX5Yy8/s1600/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3l7IPGTI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/4R8oBmX5Yy8/s400/brian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491778657780177202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He doesn't look too "sick" to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3lteDJqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tYdU69tZ7C4/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3lteDJqI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tYdU69tZ7C4/s400/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491778654113572514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making use of all the side dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brian...is a different kind of friend. You never know what the fuck he will talk about. From him imagining random shit blowing up, old people dying, to the conversation we had about Smokey the Bear I will detail you about in just a sec. Seriously, Leo DiCaprio needs to head over here and INCEPTION the shit out of Brian's mind. Anyways...so this is what Brian brought up to the plate.  He made the claim that Smokey the Bear is really the one responsible for forest fires. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; To his reasoning, it is because Smokey put so much pressure on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; person to prevent forest fires, and that one person is the first one he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; to, in his famous slogan "Only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can prevent forest fires." So with that, he claims that all other people who have caused forest fires are not at fault, because Smokey had already put someone else in a position to prevent forest fire...therefore the fires caused by all else have no liability in Smokey's slogan. Yes....this came from Brian's mouth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we ate, we headed over to Cerritos Mall to check out the new &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; store. Man was it fucking huge, and packed. I would not want to work there at all, although it was cool that I saw old coworkers and friends working there now. So we fucked around with the new iPhone 4 for a bit, tested out the Facetime video conferencing feature and that shit was pretty tight I must say. Also tested out the HD video, and man was that shit clear. Then we hit up the iPads for a bit til we headed to one of the nice iMacs and tuned into LeBron's decision. So Miami ey LeBron? This makes the NBA much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that folks, was my day today. See you next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***BONUS***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3lL6wdPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/5OL-4IzA8bw/s1600/smokey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa3lL6wdPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/5OL-4IzA8bw/s400/smokey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491778645107176690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seen when we were leaving the mall: What do you say in these kinds of situations...oh yeah..."Speak of the Devil"&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-6433118556050793883?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6433118556050793883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/money-well-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6433118556050793883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6433118556050793883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/money-well-spent.html' title='MONEY WELL SPENT'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDa4BrsKPDI/AAAAAAAAA4A/evqBIzmnFjI/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5724225161749230186</id><published>2010-07-07T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:37:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY WITH MAY-MAY</title><content type='html'>Sup guys! First off sorry for the lack of posts within the last 5-6  days, I've been on an awesome vacation and pretty much just got back  yesterday...and I have had no access to a computer to blog and the blogger app on my droid sucks ass. Now that I'm  back, I'm ready to blog again! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;golf  clap&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, today I pretty much hung out with Mayo the whole day. It's surprising because she is supposed to be in San Diego, but I guess she is going back and forth now and she has been back in town since yesterday (hung out that day too, watched Grown Ups with Raisa and Brian, pretty funny movie). But yeah back to today. Mayo hit me up like around 3 pm (LOL I was still in bed) and asked if I was down for &lt;a href="http://www.theboilingcrab.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOILING CRAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and FUCK YEAH I was. So I finally got my lazy ass up and got ready. We hit up the one in Rowland Heights, traffic wasn't so bad and there was no wait at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbyNsETI/AAAAAAAAA3A/J8kgJBAZ8p4/s1600/drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbyNsETI/AAAAAAAAA3A/J8kgJBAZ8p4/s400/drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491067099565265202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This BC location is actually the one I went to with my cousins about 4 months ago which was my first experience at this restaurant chain. So when we got seated I totally remembered about the drawing I made on one of the pillars at that time. So I went back to see it in the condition seen in the picture above. It was pretty much in pristine condition, cept for that turquoise tag. ASS! THAT'S DISRESPECT YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mayo beasted on 6 oysters, 1/2 of shrimp while I failed yet again at finishing my 1 lb of shrimp, and we both shared rice and cajun fries. Check out the aftermath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbWgquKI/AAAAAAAAA24/UVh5J11KeUE/s1600/aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbWgquKI/AAAAAAAAA24/UVh5J11KeUE/s400/aftermath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491067092128676002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shrimp graveyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbAu_XXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4n9Bgd6A7Io/s1600/mayo+aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbAu_XXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4n9Bgd6A7Io/s400/mayo+aftermath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491067086283169138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After eating, we grabbed a few goodies from &lt;a href="http://www.keewah.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kee Wah Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a couple feet away from BC and then ventured on to &lt;a href="http://www.cuephotostudio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cue! Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/search?find_desc=diamond+plaza&amp;amp;find_loc=Rowland+Heights%2C+CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diamond Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwafQvwqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Xw4ywuoPacE/s1600/cue_building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwafQvwqI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Xw4ywuoPacE/s400/cue_building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491067077297947298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you don't know what Cue! is, you might have probably seen them before. It's those really asian (Japanese to be exact) pics where you go under the tarp and take pictures and print them out. But Cue! is much more crazier and expensive because you can do a bunch of whacky editing to your pics before printing. First of all, lemme just say there were at least 20+ different machines, all with different shit inside. Some even had stuff in em like cushions, couches, and even monkey bars to hang on to so you can make some extreme poses. Then yeah you go to the editing screen after shooting, pick the pictures you wanna use, and then use this magical pen and draw/write/stamp shit on there to make it look hella asian. There were so much colors, patterns, stamps, backgrounds... shit was mind boggling. Everything is in Japanese too so it was even whackier (even though I have 1 years worth of Japanese language in me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv7wmSu4I/AAAAAAAAA2g/mJzLgkiapno/s1600/cue_pics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv7wmSu4I/AAAAAAAAA2g/mJzLgkiapno/s400/cue_pics.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491066549375777666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv7Xv8GvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GkehwqZFxNU/s1600/keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv7Xv8GvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/GkehwqZFxNU/s400/keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491066542705351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the Peek-a-Pooh holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all this we headed back to my pad to chill and made use of our Cue! pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv7BB64gI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ZNKXB9WU1Qg/s1600/phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv7BB64gI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ZNKXB9WU1Qg/s400/phone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491066536606753282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her phone is a collage of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv6YwNSWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ev4D58gkEuA/s1600/hells.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv6YwNSWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ev4D58gkEuA/s400/hells.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491066525795043682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell's Kitchen&lt;/span&gt; with a cook makes it much more interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To finish the night, we headed up to our spot, &lt;a href="http://teastation.us/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tea Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Ordered some delicious unagi (eel) along with boba! If you haven't had eel in your life, you better! Or else I'll.....I don't know. Just try it please....before you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv5odbBrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ub8fDebhcNA/s1600/tea+station.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQv5odbBrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ub8fDebhcNA/s400/tea+station.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491066512831350450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melt in your mouth Eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***BONUS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="266"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1480196215977"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1480196215977" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="266"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5724225161749230186?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5724225161749230186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-with-may-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5724225161749230186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5724225161749230186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-with-may-may.html' title='DAY WITH MAY-MAY'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TDQwbyNsETI/AAAAAAAAA3A/J8kgJBAZ8p4/s72-c/drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1387270063421275647</id><published>2010-06-28T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:32:04.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIGGING IN: SESSION 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We meet again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyL53G86I/AAAAAAAAA14/ZKgjIoby_sU/s1600/DSC_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyL53G86I/AAAAAAAAA14/ZKgjIoby_sU/s400/DSC_0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488043169763750818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sup guys and welcome to the 3rd installment of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIGGING IN&lt;/span&gt;. If you are  new to this blog this is a time where I dig into my so-called MEMORY  BOX, which is really a Gain detergent box stuffed with a bunch of crap  like letters and stuff that I saved from my past, namely my high school  era. Anyways, let's see what I have for you this time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyLcWwQTI/AAAAAAAAA1w/S6bP4pf9Ws4/s1600/DSC_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyLcWwQTI/AAAAAAAAA1w/S6bP4pf9Ws4/s400/DSC_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488043161843417394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You all should remember this glorious moment. After 1 failed attempt, I managed to score my Driver's License at age 16 (provisional paper license pictured). The whole process was a drag: driving school, tons of required practice hours with a guardian, written tests and finally the final driving test with bitchy instructors. Funny story, the first time I failed was because of my own Dad lol. So my Dad drops me off at the DMV, and he goes to buy some coffee and snacks at the Liquor store across the street. He is still gone when it was my turn for my test. So I'm going, doing pretty good, til I get to this intersection. At this intersection, my instructor tells me to take a right, (the final right turn too cuz it is the last turn til we are finally back at the DMV), as I go to take it, I see a figure crossing the street. IT'S MY FUCKING DAD! So he is barely just stepping off the opposite curb, so he still has a long way to go. So of course in my head, I know to follow the rules and I have to wait for his ass to fully cross before I can turn, aka yielding to the pedestrian. But GOD DAMN all these motherfuckin drivers behind me are honking non-stop and shit, so my idiot ass got all nervous and shit so I made the turn anyway, my Dad just barely reaching the halfway point. So of course, after parking back at the DMV, bitchy Chinese lady instructor says "I'M SORRY, YOU FAILED! AUTOMATIC FAILURE!" After bitching to my Dad and telling his ass to stay put 2 weeks later, I pass the 2nd time error-free. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyKzmbraI/AAAAAAAAA1o/udRE5GYU3R4/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyKzmbraI/AAAAAAAAA1o/udRE5GYU3R4/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488043150903324066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my friend Katrina wrote a lot of letters to each other back in the day. Most of them normal ones, talking about our days and lives and regular shit. Later on, when we really had nothing else to say to each other in these letters because we seriously did write to each other a lot, we got pretty whacky with them, as seen in the picture above. I'm guessing I asked her to rate me and that I would do the same for her in return, or vice versa. NOT TOO SHABBY OF A RATING huh? LOL @ body type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyKbNjZdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/HDdvKwMRv4M/s1600/DSC_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyKbNjZdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/HDdvKwMRv4M/s400/DSC_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488043144356521426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this letter right here is down right ridiculous. First of all because it is very short, written in short bursts of separate sentences, it is typed, and Anonymous. Judging by the "Untitled" title, this person probably typed this letter to me in his/her computer class real quick using Notepad haha. Don't hate cuz I'm coolerooney and you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it from the box this time. Peace out! Stay tuned for Session 4, whenever that may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-1387270063421275647?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1387270063421275647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/digging-in-session-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1387270063421275647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1387270063421275647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/digging-in-session-3.html' title='DIGGING IN: SESSION 3'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TClyL53G86I/AAAAAAAAA14/ZKgjIoby_sU/s72-c/DSC_0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3834633418730952392</id><published>2010-06-28T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:39:10.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE IT COMES AGAIN.....</title><content type='html'>.....laziness that is. I haven't blogged in about 5 days....due to a mixture of things. Nothing really interesting has happened lately (at least nothing I think would be interesting to blog about), it's really god damn hot (especially in my room), have work and doing projects with 2 clients that are very time consuming, and just my overall laziness. I need a jump start! Til the next time I post! PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3834633418730952392?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3834633418730952392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-it-comes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3834633418730952392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3834633418730952392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-it-comes-again.html' title='HERE IT COMES AGAIN.....'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6217517842790381298</id><published>2010-06-23T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T01:15:10.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECKMATE</title><content type='html'>Hello Pedfdadsdyyuhgshs...... (sorry I got distracted cuz Selma Hayek is on Jimmy Fallon right now....) *picks up jaw from floor* Anyways sup DANGitsDON followers. Last night after a long time of not going, me and Mayo headed to Tea Station as usual. This time we changed it up a bit (or at least she did) by bringing Chess and some cards. I haven't played Chess since middle school but I remembered the gist of it, like how each piece moves, how each piece eats, and shit like that. She, on the other hand, is apparently a Chess Wiz. Anyways, our game lasted about 1.5 hours, it was pretty intense.  Whoever invented the game of Chess is a fucking mastermind. You swear that you think you can seal the deal, then you see all of you and your opponents options, and realize that you are a dumbass and won't be able to win as easily as you thought. I lost, she really brought that Checkmate on me hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up she brought out the cards, and because I'm a lame fag, we resorted to playing Speed cuz I don't know how to play any type of Poker (even Pusoy Dos, I'm an embarrassment to Filipinos everywhere), Gin, Spoons, all that shit. Well, me and my slow reactions and my nervous-shaky hands led to me losing 5 games of Speed straight, screaming like a bitch after each card I slammed down. Mayo got tired of beating my ass so we headed out. That's all I got for ya. Here's a recap of the night in phone-pic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-dm0qjRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/R5r-Sd2rRZE/s1600/mix+fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-dm0qjRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/R5r-Sd2rRZE/s400/mix+fruit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485875236960898322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mixed Fruit Tea with Boba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-dHIufKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/MROMifOMTaA/s1600/set+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-dHIufKI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/MROMifOMTaA/s400/set+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485875228455107746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Setting up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-cqy00AI/AAAAAAAAA1I/1Bpd97H5b-k/s1600/everything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-cqy00AI/AAAAAAAAA1I/1Bpd97H5b-k/s400/everything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485875220847054850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tea + Chess + Sweet Butter Toast = Wide Range of Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-b1qQ8ZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/z4NBzgYlb_k/s1600/checkmate2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-b1qQ8ZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/z4NBzgYlb_k/s400/checkmate2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485875206584070546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moment of defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-6217517842790381298?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6217517842790381298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/checkmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6217517842790381298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6217517842790381298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/checkmate.html' title='CHECKMATE'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG-dm0qjRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/R5r-Sd2rRZE/s72-c/mix+fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8550911619204230545</id><published>2010-06-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:54:18.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HADOUKEN AND BOOT IT</title><content type='html'>Sup guys. Kinda late on this but last Saturday night I DJed for my  friend Melissa's 22nd Birthday over in Paramount at a bar called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The American Legion&lt;/span&gt;.  Had a nice little set up space and had the whole bar area for the  party, and of course other bar visitors. It was all a good time. Fun  people, fine ladies, and interesting bar-goers (had some old white  biker-guys partying and dancing with us haha). Didn't have to get  worried about being shut down by the cops either. Played for about 4.5  hrs til it hit 2 am and the bar had to close down, but yeah had people  dancing all night! Gonna keep this one short, but enjoy the pics and  videos from that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7fYI2ndI/AAAAAAAAA04/0iEGfHVzJx0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7fYI2ndI/AAAAAAAAA04/0iEGfHVzJx0/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485871968843898322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leslie, Michelle, Steven and B-Day Girl Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7eyNurMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Dg2nigULgAg/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7eyNurMI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Dg2nigULgAg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485871958663802050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loyal DJ Hadouken fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7ejVWjGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bvNyK4BkPW0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7ejVWjGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bvNyK4BkPW0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485871954669243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a heated dance battle, Amil here busted a move his pants couldn't handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7eY-StBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tt0r5o7gk54/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7eY-StBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tt0r5o7gk54/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485871951888167954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toot It and Boot It, or Doin' the Twist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7dzN4P4I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Yh-AawSX6Ls/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7dzN4P4I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Yh-AawSX6Ls/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485871941752995714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuuuucked Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Dance Craze Medley LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1462059962582"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1462059962582" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C'mon Ride the Train! Yeah I Play 90s Jams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1462033121911"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1462033121911" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***BONUS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Biker-Guy I Mentioned Earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1462050722351"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1462050722351" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8550911619204230545?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8550911619204230545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/hadouken-and-boot-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8550911619204230545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8550911619204230545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/hadouken-and-boot-it.html' title='HADOUKEN AND BOOT IT'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TCG7fYI2ndI/AAAAAAAAA04/0iEGfHVzJx0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8663754612197848764</id><published>2010-06-18T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:15:11.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1-2-3-4-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBtF21Hzs6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ga5f929weNM/s1600/kobe5.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBtF21Hzs6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ga5f929weNM/s1600/kobe5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBtF21Hzs6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ga5f929weNM/s400/kobe5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484053779528790946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a sloppy game, and looked pretty grim for LA, but the Lakers never gave up and defeated the Boston Celtics in Game 7 at home after bouncing back from a 13 point deficit in the 3rd quarter, and are now the 2010 NBA Champions. Kobe and Fisher have 5 rings together now, and Ron Artest, who is the MVP for this game especially, earned his 1st ever Championship ring. CONGRATULATIONS LA! Now for another 3-peat next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8663754612197848764?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8663754612197848764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-2-3-4-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8663754612197848764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8663754612197848764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-2-3-4-5.html' title='1-2-3-4-5'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBtF21Hzs6I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ga5f929weNM/s72-c/kobe5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8329840066983118402</id><published>2010-06-16T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:40:19.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS AND DOWNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPS:&lt;/span&gt; (1) Lakers won Game 6 (2) Game 7 @ home this Thursday (3) I'm off this Thursday (4) Ate at Seafood Shack today with Mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWNS:&lt;/span&gt; (1) Want a new pair of kicks but have no money (2) Not really a down, more of an LOL......you'll see later below haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh8IWNii_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/ApepAG2_0dI/s1600/brown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh8IWNii_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/ApepAG2_0dI/s400/brown.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483269029166746610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shannon Brown LIFTOFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh6lnc1YuI/AAAAAAAAA0A/t6MK8SjbToQ/s1600/oysters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh6lnc1YuI/AAAAAAAAA0A/t6MK8SjbToQ/s400/oysters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483267332987249378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl vs. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Instead of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.theboilingcrab.com/"&gt;The Boiling Crab&lt;/a&gt; me and Mayo hit up &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/seafood-shack-artesia"&gt;Seafood Shack&lt;/a&gt; in Cerritos/Artesia today before the game. They are actually pretty much the same god damn place, except this place was more expensive by like $1. So Mayo downed all 6 of those oysters above, 1 lb of shrimp, and she shared rice and cajun fries with me while I chowed down on my 1 lb of shrimp. At Boiling Crab, all their flavors mixed into one is called "The Whole Shabang" and over here at Seafood Shack, they call it "The Don." I FEEL SO SPECIAL.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh6kyVNWyI/AAAAAAAAAz4/vWRfT2EgIM8/s1600/faucet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh6kyVNWyI/AAAAAAAAAz4/vWRfT2EgIM8/s400/faucet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483267318728186658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seafood Shack has the tightest faucet I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned back home in time for the game. God damn Lakers dominated. Mayo pretty much slept the whole time lol, missed the whole game. Didn't wanna disturb her sleep so I didn't wake her up lol. OH WELL. But I regret not waking her up..........cuz look below.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh6kSmVvuI/AAAAAAAAAzw/FH6jbNFhtdc/s1600/rubyred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh6kSmVvuI/AAAAAAAAAzw/FH6jbNFhtdc/s400/rubyred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483267310210105058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twista - Wetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....LOL she pissed my bed! WTF! God Damn it Mayo how old are you and you  still wetting the bed?! MY GOD DAMN BED ESPECIALLY?! Look at the radius of wetness too, were you spinning around mid-piss?!! HAHAHAH JK JK nah  for reals she accidentally spilled Ruby Red juice cuz I guess she got  distracted when the girl got BANKRUPT on her spin during The Wheel of  Fortune. LOL. Alright that's all I got for you guys tonight. PEACE! Til' next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8329840066983118402?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8329840066983118402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8329840066983118402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8329840066983118402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/ups-and-downs.html' title='UPS AND DOWNS'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBh8IWNii_I/AAAAAAAAA0I/ApepAG2_0dI/s72-c/brown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5598210230548698713</id><published>2010-06-14T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:48:20.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIGGING IN: SESSION 2</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to another session of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Digging In&lt;/span&gt;, where I delve into my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAIN Detergent Memory Box&lt;/span&gt; full of wonderful items from the high school days. Well without further delay, here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbhjEDG3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/TkxJWK3XsD8/s1600/DSC_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbhjEDG3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/TkxJWK3XsD8/s400/DSC_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482881334508723058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What interesting/uninteresting things will I pull out this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbUN5PzAI/AAAAAAAAAzg/AoSny0K08y8/s1600/DSC_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbUN5PzAI/AAAAAAAAAzg/AoSny0K08y8/s400/DSC_0724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482881105487973378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha! This is my nametag from when me and my friend Bill Shubin decided to go on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Price is Right&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, they had to put my full legal name on there, hence the -Ariel. Anyways, yeah that was a cool day. We seriously got there last minute, and we were contestants 324 and 325, contestant limit was 325 people lol. So if you were wondering how to actually be a contestant, before you go into the studio (after like a 4 hour wait outside), they seat people in like 8 at a time. This is because each group of 8 (before entering) pretty much goes through a quick group interview with the producers on the spot, so they pick out the people with the most outrageous/fun/fit-for-TV personalities as actual contestants to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME ON DOWN!&lt;/span&gt; The hardcore people who wear their custom t-shirts with pictures of Drew drawn on them and shit with bright ass colors and "PICK ME!" written all over them are cheaters just to get picked! Unfortunately, neither Bill nor I were picked. Damn shame too, it's been my childhood dream to play &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plinko"&gt;Plinko&lt;/a&gt;, but hey it was a fun experience and an actual good show. All players who had the opportunity to win a car won the car. And someone hit the $1.00 on the Big Wheel, and the girl sitting next to me was hella cute. Also, the studio is actually really small. It's the TV magic that makes it appear huge with like an 1000 people in the audience, but that ain't how it is. Also, Drew Carey is chubbier in person LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbTuAaiQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wQxb5-NGxCw/s1600/DSC_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbTuAaiQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/wQxb5-NGxCw/s400/DSC_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482881096928102658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol WTF. Why do I have this?! Guess I needed to get balled up by my 7 ft+ tall homeboy Todd Bleak aka The D.O.K. one day. This is his calling card I guess, so when you are in need of getting your shots swatted or your ankles broken, call him up (don't really bother lol I don't think this is his number anymore). Don't know the rate he charges though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbTZW3muI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/w7R1jb7wcp8/s1600/DSC_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbTZW3muI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/w7R1jb7wcp8/s400/DSC_0721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482881091385137890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curious letter from a Diana I knew. I would remember who she was if I saw her again, but I seriously forgot her last name. She was a fun person to be around in class...let's see what's in this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbS088ngI/AAAAAAAAAzI/j801KqOAX8w/s1600/DSC_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbS088ngI/AAAAAAAAAzI/j801KqOAX8w/s400/DSC_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482881081612738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL......guess my Spiky Hair couldn't withstand mother nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah from my late years of middle school into my early years of high school, I kept my hair style of All-Around Spikes. I seriously spent like tons of $$$ on tubs of gel and hairspray for it, especially when ICE hair glue came out. I would make sure that my hair was hella stiff and would last for the whole school day, especially after sweating playing B-ball during lunch or physical activities in P.E. Then, I grew into my no-gel phase, and I still am in it currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbSOVw0hI/AAAAAAAAAzA/GPcBs7VVI7s/s1600/DSC_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbSOVw0hI/AAAAAAAAAzA/GPcBs7VVI7s/s400/DSC_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482881071247839762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what If I used a graphing calculator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well that's it for this session, I don't wanna empty the box on you guys right away. Hope you enjoyed! Til next time! Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5598210230548698713?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5598210230548698713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/digging-in-session-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5598210230548698713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5598210230548698713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/digging-in-session-2.html' title='DIGGING IN: SESSION 2'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcbhjEDG3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/TkxJWK3XsD8/s72-c/DSC_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3484537906842774505</id><published>2010-06-14T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:54:14.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KINESIOLOGY</title><content type='html'>Sup. So as I mentioned in my previous post, yesterday me and my family and relatives alike attended my cousin Paulo's graduation ceremony over  at Cal Poly Pomona in the field of Kinesiology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcNFu4yHhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rj5BBIlwTtM/s1600/DSC_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcNFu4yHhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rj5BBIlwTtM/s400/DSC_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482865463483571730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo with his customized Grad cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pomona is about a 30 minute drive from Downey without traffic, which is  not too bad. But what was bad was the heat. The graduation was outdoor,  in the blazing sun. Many people beat the heat by moving their chairs to sit right under trees, or they seriously straight up went undercover, like these kids below. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcNE78cqLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zkcc-6CR5fc/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcNE78cqLI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zkcc-6CR5fc/s400/DSC_0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482865449808734386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These children will overcome any obstacle in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a ton of people at the ceremony, seriously packed. Good thing there were food vendors and vending machines nearby, quenching our thirsts and filling our stomachs. When the graduates finally walked, it was a sight to see. All of them so happy walking down, knowing that after today they are gonna party it up and go on with their lives. It was funny because this one guy giving a speech made a comment on how we'd rather be watching the Lakers game right now...while he gave probably the longest speech of the day after that comment. Good one, ASS. (jk man congrats to you too....................ASS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMqL1_HGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ci0e83X5Oko/s1600/DSC_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMqL1_HGI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ci0e83X5Oko/s400/DSC_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482864990220131426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When an event takes place outside, there is no capacity limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, we headed to Paulo's house just 10 minutes away from the campus, turned on the game, played some ball, and of course, commenced the feast. The feast was an interesting one, a fusion of Mexican, Filipino, and Chinese Food lol. We had Panda Express, El Pollo Loco, and some Filipino goodness that I don't want to specify lol. Lakers lost and we were all pissed, but we waived off our anger with cake, fruit tart, and Big Bang Theory season 1. After the night ended, just headed home our separate ways after a long day. Anyways, just enjoy some pics from the day. CONGRATS AGAIN SIOPAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMpcaGlAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VrU7FIq0PBY/s1600/DSC_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMpcaGlAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/VrU7FIq0PBY/s400/DSC_0621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482864977486713858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Lim aka THE AIR UP THERE aka AIR HAIR aka *CHH* THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING, PLEASE FASTEN YOUR SAFETY BELTS AND PREPARE FOR TAKEOFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMo54tOmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cJkzPMh_C9s/s1600/DSC_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMo54tOmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cJkzPMh_C9s/s400/DSC_0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482864968219834978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So unhealthy: a quick shoot around dehydrated me for the rest of the night. Also my Big Baby Davis impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMol-vhVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/6CnTnL5mqxE/s1600/DSC_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMol-vhVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/6CnTnL5mqxE/s400/DSC_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482864962876441938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Big Sis, Paulo, Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMn1-a15I/AAAAAAAAAyA/sIRT8BKVmQM/s1600/DSC_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcMn1-a15I/AAAAAAAAAyA/sIRT8BKVmQM/s400/DSC_0687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482864949990184850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Typical family shot on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***BONUS***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcRxlFl0MI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Ar4nsKr72sc/s1600/DSC_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcRxlFl0MI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Ar4nsKr72sc/s400/DSC_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482870614813692098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo doing his 4-star impression of the "Hey Baby" guy (vid below) and his girlfriend Julie-Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhuYIr1J1zc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhuYIr1J1zc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3484537906842774505?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3484537906842774505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/kinesiology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3484537906842774505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3484537906842774505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/kinesiology.html' title='KINESIOLOGY'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBcNFu4yHhI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rj5BBIlwTtM/s72-c/DSC_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4175325126044451982</id><published>2010-06-14T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:36:50.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOX OF GOODIES</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! Very active day today. Attended my cousin Paulo's Graduation Ceremony today from Cal Poly Pomona (which I shall blog about in a later post), and witnessing the Lakers fucking losing Game 5 of the Finals. DAMN IT! But to the main point of this post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so in a couple days one of the homies is leaving to embark on a work-related move to San Diego for the rest of the Summer. You've seen her here on the blog a few times already if you pay attention, and that person is homegirl Mayo, who I've known for only about 2 months now. She told us about this move quite some time ago, but with time drawing closer to her leaving (even though its just about an hour away), is when I realized what I will be missing out on in the Summer without her ass. No more chilling, kicking it at the pad, shots of patron, Blue Moon, and hitting up Tea Station. So with that, I decided to make something for her as a goodbye/goodluck present to show my appreciation of her homie-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrYVSM-1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fvQWRvueYBo/s1600/DSC_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrYVSM-1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fvQWRvueYBo/s400/DSC_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546924656327506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frontal comparison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see above, I made her the hat on the left. I made her her very own Team Cap "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mayos&lt;/span&gt;" inspired by the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thehundreds.com/"&gt;The Hundreds&lt;/a&gt; Team Snapback Cap to the right of it, which is also inspired by old-school vintage NBA/NFL Team Caps from back in the day. Made it simply by drawing the design on the cap with a white charcoal pencil, then using a fine brush and painting it in with layers of acrylic paint. The finer lettering was done with a white-out pen haha (gotta work with what you got). I wish I could have had it actually embroidered but I felt artsy and really don't know where to get custom-text embroidered onto a hat lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why a hat of all things?&lt;/span&gt; Well if you know me well enough, you know I'm a fiend for hats. I have a shitload of em and they are also part of my look, as I wear a hat every single day of my life. But for her, I made it cuz it will be useful for her in the workplace. She is a cook (works for &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfgang_Puck"&gt;Wolfgang Puck&lt;/a&gt;), aspiring to be a great chef, and this hat will help her keep the hair out her face, protect her from extremely hot oil splashes gone airborne and shit like that. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrX78T1PI/AAAAAAAAAxw/wHJZfHAJdWs/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrX78T1PI/AAAAAAAAAxw/wHJZfHAJdWs/s400/DSC_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546917853615346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side shot, close-up of detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier, Mayo is a cook. So coming up with her version of the NBA logo was pretty simple. You can see above, that on her hat, I put 3 things: A spoon, a spatula and a knife. All essential things for a cook, and all things she carries around with her everyday (except for the knife, cuz she'd run the risk of getting in trouble with the law for possession of a deadly weapon haha, but really though she always has a spoon on her for tasting purposes and sometimes a mini-spatula). VERY SYMBOLIC, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....after a seriously 2-minute drive to her pad to deliver the package......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrAjlHSRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/mBU9aXejDR8/s1600/DSC_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrAjlHSRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/mBU9aXejDR8/s400/DSC_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546516176881938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's in the box holmes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrAC7rq2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/yHyXxVELeeA/s1600/DSC_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrAC7rq2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/yHyXxVELeeA/s400/DSC_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546507413171042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to throw in this "i eat pandesal" shirt above for kicks, as it has become way too small for me to wear. Sorry Ate Jax and Erika (they were the ones who originally gave me this as a "pasalubong" or gift from the homeland of Philippines). Also, if you aren't Filipino and/or don't understand Tagalog, "Ate" means an older female relative who is a cousin/sister, and Pandesal are delicious dinner rolls, as seen below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXq_kPYH5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/UCc2SUnM6FU/s1600/Pandesal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXq_kPYH5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/UCc2SUnM6FU/s400/Pandesal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546499174277010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmm...Pandesal. Just go to a Filipino bakery like Goldilocks or something to get some lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXq_IL6_UI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MaNCebRbZqY/s1600/DSC_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXq_IL6_UI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MaNCebRbZqY/s400/DSC_0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546491643592002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayo, proud owner of her newly acquired, self-titled team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, hat was revealed last, and I'm really happy she liked it. Got a good reception for it, felt like I was #1 at the Box Office or something. "I can't believe you made me a hat!" and "I'm gonna wear it tomorrow at work!" she says. Mission Accomplished! Well, sad to see you leave yo. GONNA MISS YOU HOLMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;****BONUS****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXq-R_QWCI/AAAAAAAAAxI/_LfHwkApguk/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXq-R_QWCI/AAAAAAAAAxI/_LfHwkApguk/s400/DSC_0703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482546477094950946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayo's newest burn scar, which she claims looks like a penis and balls. Do you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-4175325126044451982?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4175325126044451982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/box-of-goodies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4175325126044451982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4175325126044451982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/box-of-goodies.html' title='BOX OF GOODIES'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBXrYVSM-1I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fvQWRvueYBo/s72-c/DSC_0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-2334832132925836378</id><published>2010-06-10T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T03:56:31.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITS</title><content type='html'>Sup guys. So today (well technically yesterday now...but since I blog so  late at night I will count it as today still) I met up with my friend  Kayce at the Border's bookstore near our campus of CSULB after I got off  a really early shift of work (stupid certification testing!). Funny  story how we met: I'd always see him as I was walking up campus and vice  versa, leading to him approaching me talking about fashion sense and  sneakers haha. Anyways, so we hooked up to have a discussion about the  music video I shot/produced/edited for him last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes by the name &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunni Ali Ber&lt;/span&gt;,  and the song we decided to make this music video for was &lt;a href="http://www.okayplayer.com/news/Audio-Sunni-Ali-Ber-Yurugu-.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yurugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (click to listen), my  personal favorite of all the tracks I've heard from him so far. I really  wanted to do this song because it has a different sound to it, and I  already had a grand vision for the video. This project was originally  just a student project of mine done for my Motion Graphics class, but it  turns out that he liked the end product and is thinking about  distributing it. But case in point, that is why we met up. This is the  first time I've seen him in person post-production (after 2-days of  shooting), and he gave me some personal feedback and some  inclusions/exclusions that he wanted implemented in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBDC58pqRNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TduMru7FRUc/s1600/DSC_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBDC58pqRNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TduMru7FRUc/s400/DSC_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481095047299089618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The studio LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are my friend on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/djhadouken"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, chances are that  you might have seen the teaser trailer I made for it (if you haven't,  shame on you). Sorry I did not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;  deliver on my promise of the final finished video to be done on May  20th (when the final was actually due) like I said. I mean, it was  overall finished, except for the exclusion of the Special FX needed  because I couldn't get it to look right at all. If you aren't connected  to me via Facebook, here is the trailer, embedded just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunni Ali Ber - Yurugu Teaser Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1419745424745"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1419745424745" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBDC5P-ZdkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zcMHF0eSRB4/s1600/DSC_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBDC5P-ZdkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zcMHF0eSRB4/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481095035306473026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunni in the reviewing process, look at that concentration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our meeting was pretty quick and thorough. I have lots of  editing to do, and new versions of this video to produce. Hopefully, the  outcome will be 100% satisfactory to both me and him leading to  distribution for you guys all to see. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-2334832132925836378?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2334832132925836378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/edits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2334832132925836378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2334832132925836378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/edits.html' title='EDITS'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TBDC58pqRNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/TduMru7FRUc/s72-c/DSC_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-407463573152451304</id><published>2010-06-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:43:56.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER'S PARADISE</title><content type='html'>12:13 am. Just kicking it and chilling in my hot room. Need some insulation in this bitch! Didn't really do shit today. Woke up at like 1pm...there went half my day lol. Mowed front and back lawns. Watched Lakers vs. Boston game 3, glad that we won! Derek Fisher coming through like he always does. He is a beast and he really is Mr. Clutch, delivering when we need it most. Then Mayo came over, and she stayed in this pose below the whole time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA8-gFlDSDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tEB8OQxpCco/s1600/DSC_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA8-gFlDSDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tEB8OQxpCco/s400/DSC_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480667992507500594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Typical lazy ass's pose LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She brought me some cheese bread she made herself. Tasted delicious. Didn't get to hit up Tea Station tonight because they are already closed. Oh well maybe next time. Must go before she leaves for San Diego for the Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA8-fRtDfyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yRTzD4XxGxw/s1600/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA8-fRtDfyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/yRTzD4XxGxw/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480667978582425378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks again holmes!&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-407463573152451304?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/407463573152451304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/bloggers-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/407463573152451304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/407463573152451304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/bloggers-paradise.html' title='BLOGGER&apos;S PARADISE'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA8-gFlDSDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/tEB8OQxpCco/s72-c/DSC_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4599739932845851382</id><published>2010-06-08T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:51:16.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL! A NEW ISSUE!</title><content type='html'>Sup again everyone. So the other day I was looking through my closet just to do it, no real apparent reason, and I came across this manila folder you see here. Just by the terrible bubble lettering, I already knew what this was and what era it was from my life...Elementary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yjPVwPaI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RLGS_MVKstU/s1600/DSC_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yjPVwPaI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RLGS_MVKstU/s400/DSC_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480303008806878626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The contents of this folder are just as precious and treasured as those found in my GAIN memory box from a previous post. In fact, if there ever was some odd situation where I only have time to save/rescue one of these things, I would probably go forth and save this manila folder. What's the reason? Let's find out by taking a look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yiqoYa2I/AAAAAAAAAvw/7VW2mPyVR2Y/s1600/DSC_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yiqoYa2I/AAAAAAAAAvw/7VW2mPyVR2Y/s400/DSC_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302998952897378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow.....a bunch of hand-drawn, wrinkled comics on badly damaged, wrinkled, and yellowing paper. So why is this so important? Well, these here comics were highly influential on the artistic/drawing ability that I have held onto to this present day and age. It all started in the 2nd grade when I replicated the cover art of this Spider-Man comic I had, and I gave it to my teacher Mr. Cloke as a gift. He came up to me and was like "Don you didn't draw this, you traced it didn't you?! Shocked and appalled, I backed myself up and said "No Mr. Cloke, I really drew it. I just copied it from the actual comic but I didn't trace it." And then the next words from him fueled my drawing passion: "Wow Don! You are a really good drawer. You are a great artist!" So during 1997 Christmas/New Years (to 1998) break, I went to the Philippines with my family. During the New Years celebration, the wait of the countdown was taking forever and I was bored. I picked up this gaming magazine and flipped through it. I saw this awesome looking character called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bomberman_%28series%29"&gt;Bomberman&lt;/a&gt;, and I decided to kill some time by drawing him on paper. Eventually, this drawing session turned into the very 1st issue of my most successful series of elementary school comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned from break, I immediately showed my best friend Joseph and he was hooked and wanted me to make more issues, as well as sparking him to create an original character of his own, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesterman&lt;/span&gt;, and he created a series of comics as well. From my 2nd issue onwards, I ended up implementing Joseph's Jesterman into my series with his permission, as well as the addition of another popular video game character &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kirby_%28series%29"&gt;Kirby&lt;/a&gt;, the fat pink blob that eats a bunch of food and swallows his enemies to steal their powers. From time to time, issues would feature cameos of other characters, such as Buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer...cuz uh..yeah...me and Joseph were overly obsessed with Sarah Michelle Gellar. Anyways, the comic evolved from "The Adventures of Bomberman" into "The Adventures of Bomberman, Jesterman, and Kirby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yiJ9YQPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ruaUnXd2kAo/s1600/DSC_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yiJ9YQPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ruaUnXd2kAo/s400/DSC_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302990182596850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The full line of the Bomberman series comics, issues #1 - 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As time went by, I was making more and more issues, working on them any chance I can. From the bus rides to and from school, in class, during recess, and free time on the weekends. It used to be pretty much exclusive to me and Joseph, but eventually word of my comics spread and a lot of my classmates got into them as well. A lot of people were reading my comics and I just felt really good and cool, especially after another teacher's input. But this event kinda happened very differently than Mr. Cloke's spark of inspiration. Take a look at the issue below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3x1UoKBvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5VEJu76GbnY/s1600/DSC_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3x1UoKBvI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5VEJu76GbnY/s400/DSC_0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302219952260850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The infamous Issue #5, The Funeral of Jesterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3x06NcRhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cOz7koygr54/s1600/DSC_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3x06NcRhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/cOz7koygr54/s400/DSC_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302212860888594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I was very serious about this warning label&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's the rundown. During free reading time, me and about 7 of my friends gathered around in front of the classroom, sat on the grass Indian-style in a circle, and had a group read-around of the comics I had put out, issue #5 being the latest one. This issue was a complete turn around for the series, it was the after events after the death of Joseph's character. PRETTY BIG IMPACTING ISSUE....especially because, I put so much expletives in it. Like most of us, as a yound kid, I knew every swear word, and about sex and all that "bad stuff" and I implemented that side of me in the comics by putting a bunch of swear words in this issue. My teacher Mrs. Wathen, saw us all snickering and giggling outside, and she screamed and asked us what we were reading. Now, my dumbass with my big mouth replied "COMICS!" Thing was, comics were not allowed at school! So she immediately started walking out while saying "Don! Give me those comics, you know comics aren't allowed in school! I will have to confiscate them!" So here I am, freaking the fuck out, because my teacher is about to take away my comics, and I'm obviously shitting bricks at the fact that if she actually goes through these comics (which she most likely would do), she would see my CUSS-WORD-JAMPACKED ISSUE, and I would be pretty much fucked. So with my quick thinking, I folded issue #5 and quickly tucked it into the back of my pants. She didn't see, and so she confiscated the rest. A little while later in class, she called me up. I thought I was busted, instead, she apologized. She said something along the lines of, "I'm so sorry Don. I did not know that these comics were made by you. These are fine to have in school. I read them, and they are actually pretty fun and entertaining! You should make more comics. You are a great artist! Keep it up!" So there it is, even though it was one of the scariest moments in my wee years, I came out of it with more inspiration than I've ever had before. I just wonder how different it would have been if she got her hands on issue #5. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3x0UN8DSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/y7Uilfgkpv0/s1600/DSC_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3x0UN8DSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/y7Uilfgkpv0/s400/DSC_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302202662423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A page from issue #5, all them F bombs LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xzrz_-vI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9nLit8cvLbQ/s1600/DSC_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xzrz_-vI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9nLit8cvLbQ/s400/DSC_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302191816211186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the back page of every issue, I had stupid ass ad's haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually, I took a new route in my elementary comic drawing career by dropping the Bomberman/Jesterman/Kirby series to start up new series of comics. Just like Bomberman, I did not create and original character, instead, I made comics from well known mascots or characters. Although I had fun with new series, there weren't as satisfying or as fun or adventurous as my Bomberman series, and they fell short and did not last too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xzLgANqI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZP0lzKtrqcY/s1600/DSC_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xzLgANqI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZP0lzKtrqcY/s400/DSC_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480302183142405794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Adventures of Spot" series (5 issues), you know him as the 7up mascot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xIDse3gI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PP14QVLJhX4/s1600/DSC_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xIDse3gI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PP14QVLJhX4/s400/DSC_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480301442312887810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Joseph's cameos in the Spot series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xHj80rkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dLE4CpUkOFo/s1600/DSC_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xHj80rkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/dLE4CpUkOFo/s400/DSC_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480301433791491650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 1 and only issue of "The Many Deaths of Kenny" series, you know him from South Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xHWcIWhI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sHq0r7PUY0Q/s1600/DSC_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xHWcIWhI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sHq0r7PUY0Q/s400/DSC_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480301430164707858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incomplete projects that really never saw the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xG7i7m6I/AAAAAAAAAug/OKoTAxm0Ypg/s1600/DSC_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xG7i7m6I/AAAAAAAAAug/OKoTAxm0Ypg/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480301422945475490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inspiration overload: the final newspaper publication of PEANUTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As I grew older, I did not abandon my comic career. For Griffith's Middle School, I was on the newspaper staff writing editorials and doing the comic strip (which unfortunately I can't find the copies I saved of them). Some of you may remember if you read them back in the day, but they were pretty action packed, and highly influenced by Dragonball Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school too, I continued drawing comics (just quick classroom drawn doodles, not very serious), not for the newspaper, but to entertain my friends, just as I meant for all my other comics to do. I really loved my friends and stuff getting into my comics, laughing, wondering what was gonna happen next, and wishing for more. It was all done for the sake of their enjoyment, and feeling proud that I was the one who supplied it for them. Well, this has been probably my longest post, but I hope you enjoyed it somewhat. I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xGFs7pUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/SLIueBtQK8I/s1600/DSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3xGFs7pUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/SLIueBtQK8I/s400/DSC_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480301408491906370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snippet of a Spider-Man parody from Junior year of high school&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-4599739932845851382?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4599739932845851382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-new-issue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4599739932845851382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4599739932845851382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/cool-new-issue.html' title='COOL! A NEW ISSUE!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3yjPVwPaI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RLGS_MVKstU/s72-c/DSC_0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4808595140595810958</id><published>2010-06-07T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:38:56.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean's and Their BBQ</title><content type='html'>Sup everyone. So I'm quite the noob in this KBBQ game, as I first tried it just about 2 months ago thanks to my friend Raisa. She took me and my homie Brian to this place in Cerritos called &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/mr-lees-barbeque-house-artesia"&gt;Mr. Lee's Barbeque House&lt;/a&gt;. It was a pretty run down looking place in a ghetto looking plaza lol, but it wasn't so bad inside (kinda). Anyways, Mr. Lee's is the only KBBQ place I've tried, and today was like the 6th time I've went. Me and Brian took on the $7.99 all-you-can-eat dealio where you sit down and they bring you your shit already cooked...which I prefer, cuz I just wanna straight up eat my food already. I mean c'mon now...cooking?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S WOMEN'S WORK!&lt;/span&gt; LOLOLOL JK JK! But seriously last time we went we tried to grill ourselves, we fucking failed lol, and it costs $2 more. I'm not down to pay $2 more to fail. Anyways, we tore through 3 rounds of Marinated Beef and Chicken, and dominated them little side dishes (mostly the rice paper and mash potato kinda shit haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3iwgRigoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/czAEzWnpaAE/s1600/2010-06-07+19.09.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3iwgRigoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/czAEzWnpaAE/s400/2010-06-07+19.09.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480285644504859266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brian sending a message to the KBBQ we about to consume&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-4808595140595810958?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4808595140595810958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/koreans-and-their-bbq.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4808595140595810958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4808595140595810958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/koreans-and-their-bbq.html' title='Korean&apos;s and Their BBQ'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TA3iwgRigoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/czAEzWnpaAE/s72-c/2010-06-07+19.09.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-2466760776529638466</id><published>2010-06-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:33:01.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MEMORY BOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEHOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE MEMORY BOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyM0JXaI2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/0hI_zXW2PN8/s1600/DSC_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyM0JXaI2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/0hI_zXW2PN8/s400/DSC_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909674098238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whats up yo. So this here GAIN detergent box is not a detergent box no more. Instead, it has become an overstuffed, broken down box full of treasured memories....that smells like fresh sheets. Let's take a peek inside shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMzgMEJMI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_hUkoSgAkWo/s1600/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMzgMEJMI/AAAAAAAAAt4/_hUkoSgAkWo/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909663044805826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spy a bunch of random shit, don't you. You might be asking yourself right now "WHY THE FUCK DOES DON HAVE A SIMBA TOY IN THIS BOX OF HIS?!" But for your sake, I will not answer  that question. Instead, I will dig in and see if I can find something of more interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMzBvSpDI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TsfbN_7h0JI/s1600/DSC_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMzBvSpDI/AAAAAAAAAtw/TsfbN_7h0JI/s400/DSC_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909654871057458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is seriously so much shit in here. Mostly letters from high school and stuff, but there are also a couple of older memories from elementary and middle school years. But yeah again, mostly high school stuff because I started it then and sadly, stopped then too, so there is nothing from my college years (which is sadly, still ongoing). Anyways....something of interest has appeared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMyn9Hj3I/AAAAAAAAAto/5LSjf16d3Gw/s1600/DSC_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMyn9Hj3I/AAAAAAAAAto/5LSjf16d3Gw/s400/DSC_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909647949729650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this precious gem right here made me LOL and made a nostalgia bomb drop inside my brain. You are looking at my Pokemon Club Membership Card. Don't hate, I know a lot of you fuckers still play Pokemon right now! So yeah I think I established this club in the 6th or 7th grade, and garnered a couple fellow members. I made everyone's cards, with some high-tech equipment and materials as seen (cheap off-the-computer JPEG print outs, that annoying/shitty golden stationary individual lettering, and look at that laminate job....ok fine its not laminate I just wrapped the card in 2 trading card plastic sleeve things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMyXJA1RI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ROu5qR9IfOI/s1600/DSC_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyMyXJA1RI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ROu5qR9IfOI/s400/DSC_0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909643436217618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, that's a magnetic strip I drew in with pen on the left, cuz you know, we actually had to slide these into card readers to get into the club....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So from time to time, I pull out this bad boy box of mine and go through some of its contents. It's pretty fun reading and looking at all this old stuff, sometimes not getting the jokes written and some of the events talked about. The real point I started this thing was to have something to look at and laugh/maybe cry at in the far future (if I make it to then that is). Anyways, I won't go through this journey back in time alone. Just like this post, I will share the contents of this box with you, my loyal viewers lol. TIL NEXT TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-2466760776529638466?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2466760776529638466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/memory-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2466760776529638466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2466760776529638466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/memory-box.html' title='THE MEMORY BOX'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyM0JXaI2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/0hI_zXW2PN8/s72-c/DSC_0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-490759880772866626</id><published>2010-06-06T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:04:53.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DELIGHTFUL</title><content type='html'>It's nice when the homegirl comes through to hook it up with a batch of cookies (the remaining half pictured here haha) and stuff late night after her long day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyLLXxGaAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oWP_M_IkciA/s1600/DSC_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyLLXxGaAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oWP_M_IkciA/s400/DSC_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479907874077829122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Mayo! These are delicious holmes!&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-490759880772866626?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/490759880772866626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/delightful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/490759880772866626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/490759880772866626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/delightful.html' title='DELIGHTFUL'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAyLLXxGaAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/oWP_M_IkciA/s72-c/DSC_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5583987366629786881</id><published>2010-06-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:13:13.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JERKIN'</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I hooked up with my friend MC Terry Taylor to do a photoshoot for an up and coming Jerk group. They call themselves the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBplitydv5U"&gt;Fantastic LOL Kids&lt;/a&gt;. Now, I never heard of them before, but it seems like i'm was just not in the loop cuz when I looked em up on Youtube, they are pretty big in the scene. Most their videos have at least 15,000+ views each. In some of the videos I watched of them, they were plenty of members, but it seems like it is down to these 2 kids now, they call themselves 4-Play and Haze. Aside from them was an all-girl Jerk group, who called themselves "The Wifeys." They were a bunch of cool peeps too, they all had a style of their own.&lt;br /&gt;     I drove down to TT's pad in the heart of Los Angeles and I met them all and we headed out to their chosen location for the shoot. Pretty fun but hot day, and I got to meet a bunch of soon-to-be-HUGE kids in the Jerking Movement. Here are some pics I took from the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqyiCDB4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tafgbtR26vc/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqyiCDB4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tafgbtR26vc/s400/DSC_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479520419243558786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On location with TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqyWMrcgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kz_CxJNufNo/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqyWMrcgI/AAAAAAAAAtI/kz_CxJNufNo/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479520416066925058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind the Scenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqx8hW4hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/UMtsrACHfa0/s1600/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqx8hW4hI/AAAAAAAAAtA/UMtsrACHfa0/s400/DSC_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479520409174336018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4-Play and Haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqD_PtPSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EzOjUByqYPo/s1600/DSC_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqD_PtPSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EzOjUByqYPo/s400/DSC_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479519619631627554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fantastic LOL Kids + The Wifeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqDml-guI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Kz9LCpLNbxE/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqDml-guI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Kz9LCpLNbxE/s400/DSC_0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479519613014147810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photoshoots require getting Range Rover's dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqDCIevsI/AAAAAAAAAso/Utt4IG76ETM/s1600/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqDCIevsI/AAAAAAAAAso/Utt4IG76ETM/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479519603226754754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerk or Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqCgxf4VI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VMkcBGHgp4k/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqCgxf4VI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VMkcBGHgp4k/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479519594271990098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man making it all happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqCF_8j0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/mzeQ2bFWnGw/s1600/DSC_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqCF_8j0I/AAAAAAAAAsY/mzeQ2bFWnGw/s400/DSC_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479519587084832578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homies hooked it up with some KFC Snackers after we wrapped it up. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5583987366629786881?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5583987366629786881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/jerkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5583987366629786881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5583987366629786881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/jerkin.html' title='JERKIN&apos;'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAsqyiCDB4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/tafgbtR26vc/s72-c/DSC_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6912096067186206118</id><published>2010-06-04T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:13:54.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Wanna Be Like Me</title><content type='html'>Sup everyone. Just continuing my blog like I said I would. Nothing much to really talk about haha. Yesterday I chilled with homegirl below Suleica. Haven't hung out with her bitch ass for a while so we decided to hook up for a change at my pad. She brought over some McD's and hooked it up with a Caramel McFrappe! THANKS HOMIE! And look at her fucking beasting on a Big Mac, Fries, and 10 McNuggets. FAT ASS! lol jk jk. But yeah we just chilled and made new CDs for her to bump in her 07 Ford Focus, baller ass car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAizdjkfIfI/AAAAAAAAArg/rizwvE-Xm3s/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAizdjkfIfI/AAAAAAAAArg/rizwvE-Xm3s/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478826267042062834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chomp on that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm chilling with this homegirl pictured below, Mayo. This is her doing her best impression of me lol after raiding my closet and shit. Yeah we just came back from hitting up our usual spot, &lt;a href="http://teastation.us/"&gt;Tea Station&lt;/a&gt;, over in Cerritos for some boba and good eats. This bitch-ass be working 15 hr shifts everyday and shit, hardest working girl I've known in my life. And she made a giant leap today by eating chicken, cuz she a vegetarian (somewhat). HAHA. Well, if you saw my previous post, she was the one I dominated on Street Fighter, and I'm bout to do it again! So peace for now! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAizdD4yEEI/AAAAAAAAArY/e8Z3izmPex8/s1600/DSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAizdD4yEEI/AAAAAAAAArY/e8Z3izmPex8/s400/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478826258537254978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL about to get rocked again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-6912096067186206118?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6912096067186206118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyone-wanna-be-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6912096067186206118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6912096067186206118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyone-wanna-be-like-me.html' title='Everyone Wanna Be Like Me'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/TAizdjkfIfI/AAAAAAAAArg/rizwvE-Xm3s/s72-c/DSC_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3037840799358759973</id><published>2010-06-02T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:25:27.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN ACTION</title><content type='html'>Alright guys...so I have decided to continue my blog again because I kinda miss it and it's summer vacation time now (currently about to start 2nd week of vacation). Yeah i'm not gonna go to TUMBLR like a lot of people have turned to nowadays....Imma keep it OG and stick with my BLOGGER/BLOGSPOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you know I haven't blogged for almost a year now, so I am gonna skip on filling you in on what has happened in that duration. I dont even feel like doing a quick summary or anything LOL. Let's just say imma start fresh from what happens here on out...but for now I guess I'll supply you with some content. Here is a vid of my most recent activity: WHOOPIN' GIRLS' ASSES ON STREET FIGHTER. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYiiHADbES8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYiiHADbES8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3037840799358759973?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3037840799358759973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-action.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3037840799358759973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3037840799358759973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-in-action.html' title='BACK IN ACTION'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-926127995357525411</id><published>2009-09-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:04:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Hell.....</title><content type='html'>....did this happen? 12,000+ hits? I haven't blogged in over a month and back then, (as you can see for yourself 2 posts below), I'd just reached 3,000 hits. Either I have really devoted fans, or maybe one of my posts was featured on DIGG or something causing a rush of traffic to my blog, or just some kind of hit counter error lol. But by all means cool, and thanks! I usually make special posts after each 1000th hit, so let this one cover all those ones I missed. THANKS AGAIN! Hopefully this will get me to become active in my blogging again, but don't count on it, because obviously I've gotten really really lazy. BTW this is my 100th post. Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SrghN9fq3KI/AAAAAAAAArI/1cD7MiEBNuk/s1600-h/wtf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SrghN9fq3KI/AAAAAAAAArI/1cD7MiEBNuk/s400/wtf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384089878250839202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-926127995357525411?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/926127995357525411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/926127995357525411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/926127995357525411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-hell.html' title='How the Hell.....'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SrghN9fq3KI/AAAAAAAAArI/1cD7MiEBNuk/s72-c/wtf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-7295670939495543599</id><published>2009-08-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:03:30.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Night</title><content type='html'>A couple nights ago the staff at work held a little 2 hour game night after the store closed. They do this to bring in and see who the lame-o gamer kids are in the workplace and to snicker at us, one being me obviously, and me lugging 2 arcade sticks to the party didn't help at all. Fuck it though, I was down for the free Papa John's pizza and Nachos, so the jokes on them. Anyways, we had a couple of big screen HDTV's with Xbox 360's hooked up and we played a bunch of shit like Gears of War 2, Fight Night Round 4, UFC Undisputed, and Left 4 Dead. The main reason though that I went (along with Adrian), was to have my highly anticipated match with my co-worker Kevin in Street Fighter IV. In the end, I came out on triumphant and wrecked his Cammy with my Abel, although we did have some close matches (you runaway bitch lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougaLHCjfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HZDH31dDi8s/s1600-h/DSC_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougaLHCjfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HZDH31dDi8s/s400/DSC_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371563352088808946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin vs. Kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougZvjyvWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/dfCny4-PYCc/s1600-h/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougZvjyvWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/dfCny4-PYCc/s400/DSC_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371563344693214562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougZGeuokI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8jVqJzeCt28/s1600-h/DSC_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougZGeuokI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8jVqJzeCt28/s400/DSC_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371563333666120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gamer girls do exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougYQt81cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eYK7qzUKgC8/s1600-h/DSC_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougYQt81cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/eYK7qzUKgC8/s400/DSC_0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371563319234450882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This motherfucker right here talks the most shit, only to get his ass kicked in Gears by me. Sup fool wanna get 2-pieced again or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougX9xyMVI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1NZQkq0JBII/s1600-h/DSC_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougX9xyMVI/AAAAAAAAAqY/1NZQkq0JBII/s400/DSC_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371563314150256978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-7295670939495543599?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7295670939495543599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7295670939495543599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7295670939495543599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/game-night.html' title='Game Night'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SougaLHCjfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/HZDH31dDi8s/s72-c/DSC_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1669403435362797571</id><published>2009-08-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:30:19.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3000 HITS THANK YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Soua697CQfI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Do59fKV5E3w/s1600-h/3000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Soua697CQfI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Do59fKV5E3w/s400/3000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371557318414713330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks again to the few readers out there who have visited my pointless blog enough times to get me up to this point. Another milestone has been reached! Time to celebrate by doing nothing at all. Til' next time! Stay cool man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-1669403435362797571?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1669403435362797571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/3000-hits-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1669403435362797571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1669403435362797571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/3000-hits-thank-you.html' title='3000 HITS THANK YOU!!!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Soua697CQfI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Do59fKV5E3w/s72-c/3000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5192321691539502095</id><published>2009-08-18T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:15:42.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle for Supremecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SopTxn96i9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/M20OPsfKyjg/s1600-h/FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SopTxn96i9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/M20OPsfKyjg/s400/FINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371197617600105426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two ladies seem familiar? They should be, they appear very frequently on TV, played during commercial breaks during daytime programming as well as late night programming. Thing is, both these girls are advertising the same thing: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going to college online, and getting your degree on your own time&lt;/span&gt; (Imma stop before I get carried away and sing that entire damn jingle). Also they are both representing the same company called EDUCATION CONNECTION. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get connected, for free, with Education CON-NEC-TIO-&lt;/span&gt; (Fuck I said I was gonna stop.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to me, I think both these girls are decent, or in other words, they allllriiiiiighhhht. But the question is: Which one would I hit over the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's break down the stats of the competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SopTxEQ7w6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/grnesX0zYAo/s1600-h/FINAL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SopTxEQ7w6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/grnesX0zYAo/s400/FINAL2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371197608016200610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTIRE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the purple corner we have waitress girl (now dressed in her casual wear).&lt;br /&gt;In the white corner we have pajama girl, in her, jammy jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advantage:&lt;/span&gt; Pajama girl easily (it's them tiny polka-dot shorts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPEAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress girl has some cutesy moments, a variety of cute facial expressions, and some dance moves. Pajama girl has her cutesy moments and is more risque with the amount of skin she is showing, but all she does is talk talk talk, no singing and she goes as far as telling us guys to BACK OFF. Well fuck you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advantage:&lt;/span&gt; Waitress girl by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERALL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a difficult decision, but the winner here is Waitress girl. I'm a sucker for catchy commercial jingles, waitress outfits and record players spinning ketchup and mustard squirt bottles. Pajama girl is not bad, but she just has no appeal other than sex appeal, and c'mon its not all about looks man! Waitress girl had passion, intense burning passion that could be felt from beyond the TV! Pajama girl just seems like she a lazy ass horny bitch who wants to stay home and get nasty all the time....I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who wants that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my opinion. Here, watch their commercials and decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYS5NtRXlZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYS5NtRXlZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14Kv-KYpD10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14Kv-KYpD10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5192321691539502095?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5192321691539502095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/battle-for-supremecy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5192321691539502095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5192321691539502095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/battle-for-supremecy.html' title='Battle for Supremecy'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SopTxn96i9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/M20OPsfKyjg/s72-c/FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8231708095780985387</id><published>2009-08-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:15:42.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Origami</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDqxbxzRFP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDqxbxzRFP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8231708095780985387?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8231708095780985387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/origami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8231708095780985387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8231708095780985387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/origami.html' title='Origami'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-500543975390232632</id><published>2009-08-17T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:32:13.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Throw It In The Bag</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have never really been to, or at least seriously shopped at a Trader Joe's before, minus the one time a couple weeks ago I went there to go pick up a quick bite to eat on my lunch break, but other than that, I am a total newbie there. Anyways, a couple days ago my mom asked me to pick her up some shit from there so I had no choice but to go. So yeah, I dunno, I have always avoided Trader Joe's because I always thought it was a market for health freaks and shit, which it kinda is, but they do offer some pretty good looking stuff in there. So yeah, after actually browsing around and shopping, I was overwhelmed with the amount of tasty looking items, so I had no choice but to pick some shit up. Let's take a look at some of my pick ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Son0GGttTvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0WDPRLEhmKY/s1600-h/DSC_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Son0GGttTvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0WDPRLEhmKY/s400/DSC_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371092416334745330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's in the bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Son0F1v8vUI/AAAAAAAAApw/5l9HcNOMnRE/s1600-h/DSC_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Son0F1v8vUI/AAAAAAAAApw/5l9HcNOMnRE/s400/DSC_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371092411780742466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought French Onion soup was only available in high-scale, uppity restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sonzd1pdQyI/AAAAAAAAApo/Eozigdv8-0E/s1600-h/DSC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sonzd1pdQyI/AAAAAAAAApo/Eozigdv8-0E/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371091724558746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oatmeal? Steelcut?! Dunno what that means but I was SOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonzdiYmPVI/AAAAAAAAApg/Qbx12ONyr5M/s1600-h/DSC_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonzdiYmPVI/AAAAAAAAApg/Qbx12ONyr5M/s400/DSC_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371091719387757906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This just straight up looked good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sonzc977V0I/AAAAAAAAApY/O0u3F8g_Zl8/s1600-h/DSC_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sonzc977V0I/AAAAAAAAApY/O0u3F8g_Zl8/s400/DSC_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371091709603829570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF is Quiche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonzcEFvStI/AAAAAAAAApQ/c7dCMiocAPg/s1600-h/DSC_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonzcEFvStI/AAAAAAAAApQ/c7dCMiocAPg/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371091694075726546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno, just looked scrumptious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sonzbts1M9I/AAAAAAAAApI/yjhuP41sO4o/s1600-h/DSC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sonzbts1M9I/AAAAAAAAApI/yjhuP41sO4o/s400/DSC_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371091688065676242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a friend lol&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-500543975390232632?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/500543975390232632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-throw-it-in-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/500543975390232632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/500543975390232632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-throw-it-in-bag.html' title='Just Throw It In The Bag'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Son0GGttTvI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0WDPRLEhmKY/s72-c/DSC_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4169388332094659794</id><published>2009-08-17T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:02:09.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY YOU MAKIN' IT COMPLICATED?</title><content type='html'>IT'S EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man seriously fuck this fool. Been saying that ever since this commercial started airing couple years back, back when it was called BRYMAN COLLEGE. He doesn't even fucking know me and he is assuming that I'm a piece of shit and he telling me to get up and do shit. The thing I hate most about this guy is when he does that fucking multi-blinking, eye-rolling, head-shaking, walk-away combo on me at the end. I DON'T PLAY THAT CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZipLIoRqm8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZipLIoRqm8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-4169388332094659794?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4169388332094659794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-you-makin-it-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4169388332094659794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4169388332094659794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-you-makin-it-complicated.html' title='WHY YOU MAKIN&apos; IT COMPLICATED?'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3693628211960475787</id><published>2009-08-17T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:49:46.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO KIMONO</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I headed over to Little Tokyo with Adrian and Mark for Day 2 of the the 69th Annual Nisei Week Festival. We decided to go that day because it featured the main event, which was the grand parade. Driving around the area was a bitch because of all the closed roads due to the parade route, and finding parking was even more of a bitch. But once we got settled we roamed the color filled streets of Little Tokyo no problem. There were a shitload of people, and a lot of activities going on. Lots of girls in kimonos, a bunch of street vendors, selling gifts and stuff and of course the food vendors, selling delicious Japanese traditional (and non-traditional, as you will see later) foods and snacks. Nothing else much to say again, I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonT0w9ytJI/AAAAAAAAApA/4Phr573KAbo/s1600-h/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonT0w9ytJI/AAAAAAAAApA/4Phr573KAbo/s400/DSC_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371056934066762898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st part of the parade featured Japanese war veterans driving around with armed machine-gunned Jeeps to shoot at onlooking parade attendees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonT0DLRD7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/3Qio_gyNqeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonT0DLRD7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/3Qio_gyNqeQ/s400/DSC_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371056921775247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nisei Week is also a place for cosplayers alike to dress up as characters from games and anime and such. See anybody familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonTzhnt5VI/AAAAAAAAAow/PjQ3Mwh9rgs/s1600-h/DSC_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonTzhnt5VI/AAAAAAAAAow/PjQ3Mwh9rgs/s400/DSC_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371056912767771986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Little Tokyo. Take your Viet shit elsewhere! (JK though I like Pho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRQui2W-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/z4Q1IYQjtBU/s1600-h/DSC_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRQui2W-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/z4Q1IYQjtBU/s400/DSC_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371054115918339042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Parade is about to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRQDlpGkI/AAAAAAAAAog/GZVWkhOJg58/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRQDlpGkI/AAAAAAAAAog/GZVWkhOJg58/s400/DSC_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371054104387328578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yakisoba Dog motherfucker. American food with a Japanese twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRPlpVK8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/zTV_YSUzJg0/s1600-h/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRPlpVK8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/zTV_YSUzJg0/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371054096349735874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get too close and they'll smack you with those staffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRO25lkgI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CfXAiqZgvbw/s1600-h/DSC_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonRO25lkgI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CfXAiqZgvbw/s400/DSC_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371054083801453058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get too close and they'll smack you with those fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonROWpYopI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JGNEmXjY6Cs/s1600-h/DSC_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonROWpYopI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JGNEmXjY6Cs/s400/DSC_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371054075143561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can hear em bang these Taiko drums from a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPhjsBgLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qDjhMPWIelc/s1600-h/DSC_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPhjsBgLI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qDjhMPWIelc/s400/DSC_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371052206038548658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You aren't cool unless you are on top of the double-decker bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPhNVsHpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EMZz665oA3s/s1600-h/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPhNVsHpI/AAAAAAAAAn4/EMZz665oA3s/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371052200039292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH SHIT there are people under there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPgZ_t3TI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JOT-s1dqV0Q/s1600-h/DSC_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPgZ_t3TI/AAAAAAAAAnw/JOT-s1dqV0Q/s400/DSC_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371052186256923954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor horses man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPf1bXl2I/AAAAAAAAAno/wJicSPsqsTM/s1600-h/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPf1bXl2I/AAAAAAAAAno/wJicSPsqsTM/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371052176440792930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPfQr0fFI/AAAAAAAAAng/fAWqfAOW9_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonPfQr0fFI/AAAAAAAAAng/fAWqfAOW9_Y/s400/DSC_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371052166577683538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUCK IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM1gHBwII/AAAAAAAAAnY/KM6Fu8IuhCc/s1600-h/DSC_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM1gHBwII/AAAAAAAAAnY/KM6Fu8IuhCc/s400/DSC_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049250140569730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This little girl succeeded in getting in my shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM1EQLKSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q0tj0Ct_2y4/s1600-h/DSC_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM1EQLKSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q0tj0Ct_2y4/s400/DSC_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049242662742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM0l9Z-YI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DSnPgY5RDys/s1600-h/DSC_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM0l9Z-YI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DSnPgY5RDys/s400/DSC_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049234530957698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Target, now called MUFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM0EPzrZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/USuaGvynOCE/s1600-h/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonM0EPzrZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/USuaGvynOCE/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049225481334162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonMzt_vxvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7EE1YECofJE/s1600-h/DSC_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonMzt_vxvI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7EE1YECofJE/s400/DSC_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371049219508389618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't ever recall Dhalsim wearing Flip-Flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLJdX-U2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wcRXNSAlgxk/s1600-h/DSC_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLJdX-U2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/wcRXNSAlgxk/s400/DSC_0521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371047393980470114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLI7zhziI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bUsiV-HYo0Y/s1600-h/DSC_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLI7zhziI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bUsiV-HYo0Y/s400/DSC_0524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371047384969236002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That ain't no Chun, that's a Man-li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLIPFCWyI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TRzLz9A7TGw/s1600-h/DSC_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLIPFCWyI/AAAAAAAAAmg/TRzLz9A7TGw/s400/DSC_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371047372963076898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirate-Pikachu girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLHlqBz9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/p-MvOoI0nRM/s1600-h/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLHlqBz9I/AAAAAAAAAmY/p-MvOoI0nRM/s400/DSC_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371047361843941330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLHEdohvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/L8dXXqzCKgA/s1600-h/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonLHEdohvI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/L8dXXqzCKgA/s400/DSC_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371047352933582578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samurai Lords on horseback (GET IT?! DOHOHOHOHO!&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-3693628211960475787?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3693628211960475787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no-kimono.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3693628211960475787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3693628211960475787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-no-kimono.html' title='OH NO KIMONO'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SonT0w9ytJI/AAAAAAAAApA/4Phr573KAbo/s72-c/DSC_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1169530955787444096</id><published>2009-08-14T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:01:24.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90's Night</title><content type='html'>So last night me and the homie Stevensen headed to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thegaslamprestaurant.com/"&gt;Gaslamp&lt;/a&gt; Restaurant &amp;amp; Bar for 90's Night in Long Beach for our friend Brooke's birthday party. Now we all knew each other back in 2005 when we all worked together at Best Buy, but unfortunately I am the only one still there, as they have moved on to better places lol. It was good though, because I haven't seen Brooke since, so that's about 4 years now, and it was really good to see her again. Anyways, there's nothing much I can say about the night that the following pictures can't say for themselves, but what I can say is that I had a fun ass time and the place was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrFHINZaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/59wU-bddvKM/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrFHINZaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/59wU-bddvKM/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026972498716066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrEbW1fBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MdE8x-NG6lE/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrEbW1fBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MdE8x-NG6lE/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026960748903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stevensen and the Birthday girl, kinda looks like a bee on a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrDUXT6nI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PBXybflbzI8/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrDUXT6nI/AAAAAAAAAl4/PBXybflbzI8/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026941691980402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why she hugging this fool for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqWIxn34I/AAAAAAAAAlw/3E2ZLhv5mwU/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqWIxn34I/AAAAAAAAAlw/3E2ZLhv5mwU/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026165487001474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqVaf_h6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/jU2GOchs21o/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqVaf_h6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/jU2GOchs21o/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026153065023394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqU8NkezI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Fbmw1UHocq4/s1600-h/DSC_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqU8NkezI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Fbmw1UHocq4/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026144934689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The live band playing was called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/90s210"&gt;90s 210&lt;/a&gt; (you get it?!........) But actually, they were pretty good for a cover band. Rap, Boy Band Pop, Rock, as long as it was 90's, they got it covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqUEpIptI/AAAAAAAAAlY/bEUVqtmvYAA/s1600-h/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqUEpIptI/AAAAAAAAAlY/bEUVqtmvYAA/s400/DSC_0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026130017920722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqTakYjhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vvBuFZwBfYc/s1600-h/DSC_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYqTakYjhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vvBuFZwBfYc/s400/DSC_0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026118723702290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHOA MAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpEfAJRRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wVUCPIjMdpg/s1600-h/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpEfAJRRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wVUCPIjMdpg/s400/DSC_0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370024762704217362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mini-bottle service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpDmS8FMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/djqaCuGLyR0/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpDmS8FMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/djqaCuGLyR0/s400/DSC_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370024747482223810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpDH7sY0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/EA60PhfGi7s/s1600-h/DSC_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpDH7sY0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/EA60PhfGi7s/s400/DSC_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370024739331662658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpCki7J1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/w9bS6ZxlMEU/s1600-h/DSC_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpCki7J1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/w9bS6ZxlMEU/s400/DSC_0278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370024729832531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpCAppeeI/AAAAAAAAAko/CFMXQDN1DLA/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYpCAppeeI/AAAAAAAAAko/CFMXQDN1DLA/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370024720197056994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnydGB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/28b8VzvMGq0/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnydGB-ZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/28b8VzvMGq0/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023353442761106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnxl8uZ8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/wlg-UMpfQNI/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnxl8uZ8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/wlg-UMpfQNI/s400/DSC_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023338639779778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnxP3JjRI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mPJEomPM5TU/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnxP3JjRI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/mPJEomPM5TU/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023332710812946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get the fuck in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnvcOJyzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ArbVb4pdOH8/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnvcOJyzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ArbVb4pdOH8/s400/DSC_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023301668784946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnuhZHRvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/GE7lmQb32qA/s1600-h/DSC_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYnuhZHRvI/AAAAAAAAAkA/GE7lmQb32qA/s400/DSC_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023285877065458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too done son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmUmzaaMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pf0Qmi6FJiA/s1600-h/DSC_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmUmzaaMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pf0Qmi6FJiA/s400/DSC_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021741141321922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here comes the hotstepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmT3tLAnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/j1IMIQnTpFE/s1600-h/DSC_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmT3tLAnI/AAAAAAAAAjw/j1IMIQnTpFE/s400/DSC_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021728498680434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke got to get up on stage for a couple of songs and I guess the manager thought I was a photographer or something and she let me up on stage too haha. And hey she gave us a couple of FREE COMPLIMENTARY COCKTAIL cards. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmTToorQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/52Al9i1APBo/s1600-h/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmTToorQI/AAAAAAAAAjo/52Al9i1APBo/s400/DSC_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021718815976706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crowd pleaser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmSgoJY2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1zqsllwgYX4/s1600-h/DSC_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmSgoJY2I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1zqsllwgYX4/s400/DSC_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021705123717986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Groupies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmR_Pu6HI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8Xpevl3zM6A/s1600-h/DSC_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYmR_Pu6HI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8Xpevl3zM6A/s400/DSC_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021696162949234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The end of the night&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-1169530955787444096?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1169530955787444096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/90s-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1169530955787444096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1169530955787444096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/90s-night.html' title='90&apos;s Night'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoYrFHINZaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/59wU-bddvKM/s72-c/DSC_0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-2428243133711082313</id><published>2009-08-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:25:01.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqROt6plySA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqROt6plySA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-2428243133711082313?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2428243133711082313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/lasers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2428243133711082313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2428243133711082313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/lasers.html' title='Lasers'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5741565472340349242</id><published>2009-08-12T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:05:36.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch your step, MADAPAKA!</title><content type='html'>If you are not filipino, sorry you will not get the joke I stole from &lt;a href="http://www.rexnavarrete.com/"&gt;Rex Navarette&lt;/a&gt; from my post title. Anyways, today I went to a filipino grocery store and picked up a few of my favorite snacks. Now a lot of my posts have been about the deliciousness of Japanese snacks, but I feel I have been leaving out my own ethnicity, so here lol. Got some delicious MILO energy chocolate drink, Royal Tru-Orange soda (THE BEST OF THE BEST!), Stikko chocolate wafer sticks, the ever-so-popular Nagaraya cracker nuts in ADOBO flavor, and 2 flavors (chocolate and caramel) of Moby snack puffs. I've obviously been to lazy to review shit nowadays and that won't change for these, but they are good stuff! Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoNVE3nCOgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4G1lyqZxwMU/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoNVE3nCOgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4G1lyqZxwMU/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369228722891274754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here enjoy a short stand up clip from Rex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0YnP6wGyOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0YnP6wGyOo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5741565472340349242?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5741565472340349242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-your-step-madapaka.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5741565472340349242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5741565472340349242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-your-step-madapaka.html' title='Watch your step, MADAPAKA!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SoNVE3nCOgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4G1lyqZxwMU/s72-c/DSC_0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6531065140259529483</id><published>2009-08-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:56:05.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Pigouts Vol. 2: Size Matters</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody and welcome to another edition of Extreme Pigouts (yeah I'm totally just gonna steal the title from the show). So after my boring ass, hella early store meeting, I came home with a lot of feelings and emotions because of it. I was angry, tired, sleepy, had to go pee really bad, and most importantly, hungry. So after taking a power nap, I lazily shouted to my sister to get us "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;." She came into my room, and just gave me a look, a look of confirmation that she knew what I was talking about, and then she set off on the journey to get this magnificent gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zJlwKPhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gwQg4pvDlyk/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zJlwKPhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gwQg4pvDlyk/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368065520694869522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prepare yourself for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zJcb79-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/YrRHB__9eY0/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zJcb79-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/YrRHB__9eY0/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368065518194128866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Burrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zI0fCpXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/JzGR9nGv7v8/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zI0fCpXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/JzGR9nGv7v8/s400/DSC_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368065507469731186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pour the supplied cup of red sauce on this fatty and you're set to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zInVEM_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/2okrzY5nDVQ/s1600-h/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zInVEM_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/2okrzY5nDVQ/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368065503938229234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this bad boy comes from a little place in Downey called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Chirito.&lt;/span&gt; This huge burrito consists of rice, carne asada, lettuce, tomato, guacamole, sour cream, cheese and beans, and conveniently comes with a side of chips, mainly for the use of scooping up dropped ingredients to make a good nacho chip. I'd estimate this thing weighs a hefty 2-3 lbs. That's a lot of food. And this guy sets you back about $8. Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zIPGNR9I/AAAAAAAAAio/e3qFvhPRQCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zIPGNR9I/AAAAAAAAAio/e3qFvhPRQCQ/s400/DSC_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368065497433458642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, well, well, it looks like the burrito stands in victory. The forces of me and sister combined were not enough to tackle this delicious Mexican dish. I say we got about 2/3 of the way through. Our utensils lay bloodied in the grounds of battle...we will meet again, Super Burrito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-6531065140259529483?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6531065140259529483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/extreme-pigouts-vol-2-size-matters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6531065140259529483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6531065140259529483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/extreme-pigouts-vol-2-size-matters.html' title='Extreme Pigouts Vol. 2: Size Matters'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn8zJlwKPhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gwQg4pvDlyk/s72-c/DSC_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3398510391438527220</id><published>2009-08-08T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:49:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY ATTENTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multitasking&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing multiple things at the same time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at it? Do you talk/text/put on make-up/eat while driving a vehicle? Can you rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time? THEN I DARE YOUR ASS TO TRY THIS FUCKING GAME! My god this shit gets frustrating. You need to be able to pay attention to a lot of shit. When it got to the 3rd zone, I was like FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU- all day, and when I finally lost I never wanted to play this game ever again. Try it. Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kongregate.com/games/IcyLime/multitask"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; or copy/paste link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kongregate.com/games/IcyLime/multitask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn1T8ucHM9I/AAAAAAAAAig/pqjFiFZzT5U/s1600-h/mt2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn1T8ucHM9I/AAAAAAAAAig/pqjFiFZzT5U/s400/mt2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367538633618699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn1T8TZJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9YqD-JaBnrg/s1600-h/mt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn1T8TZJ8PI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9YqD-JaBnrg/s400/mt1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367538626358538482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First and last score I will ever get on this game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; Well fuck me, I just saw that there is a 4th zone and not just the 3 I had screencapped above, and at 3 I was already bitching and I think my brain had stopped functioning. This game is too hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3398510391438527220?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3398510391438527220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/pay-attention.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3398510391438527220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3398510391438527220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/pay-attention.html' title='PAY ATTENTION!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sn1T8ucHM9I/AAAAAAAAAig/pqjFiFZzT5U/s72-c/mt2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3445225822576709526</id><published>2009-08-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:08:23.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Last week (or maybe 2 weeks ago?) I was digging through my sketchpads and shit from drawing classes and stumbled upon this self-portrait from 2007. Just triple the hair length and change my glasses and it'll be accurate as of today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnuLi5Q27hI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VjcAwdULmOU/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnuLi5Q27hI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VjcAwdULmOU/s400/DSC_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367036812545420818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charcoal on white paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3445225822576709526?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3445225822576709526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3445225822576709526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3445225822576709526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-forgotten.html' title='Things Forgotten'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnuLi5Q27hI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/VjcAwdULmOU/s72-c/DSC_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3810587573673058299</id><published>2009-08-05T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:57:24.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 6: Walk the Dog Edition</title><content type='html'>Let's go back in time again guys. This time I bring you a fad that lasted quite a little while in elementary school. You all remember the yo-yo right?! Well I sure do, because I was one of the many who got all into that shit. But how did I and a bunch of other kids get into yo-yo's? By way of school assembly that is! I wonder if its the same for you guys, but for us, just like the pouched-milk, we had an assembly where an awesome team of yo-yo tricksters took the stage and wowed everyone with their awesome yo-yo tricks (remember that Simpsons episode?). Man I remember that assembly so well, those guys showed some crazy ass tricks, one I remembered most was Around-the-World and the fucking Rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnpOaKg7kxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/NBZtdVU502M/s1600-h/yomega-brain-mauimix-rot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnpOaKg7kxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/NBZtdVU502M/s400/yomega-brain-mauimix-rot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366688117371409170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But yeah, anyways, for those lucky enough to get a free yo-yos during the assembly (lucky motherfuckers who got to sit in the very front), the fad started for them during the recess right after the assembly. For the rest, you had to go to the mall or toy store to get your own, and then the fun started the next school day. As soon as I knew it, everyone was spinning them yo-yos. The sound of basketballs bouncing stopped, the sound of kids bodies squeaking down the plastic slides stopped, and instead they were replaced by the soothing sounds of yo-yos spinning on their strings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch this clip from that Simpsons episode I mentioned earlier, because it accurately represents how school was during the yo-yo period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZfE_pF-Q6U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZfE_pF-Q6U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, just owning a yo-yo didn't make you cool enough, in order to achieve maximum cool yo-yo status, you had to know some tricks. The more tricks you had up your arsenal, the cooler you were, the more the girls liked you. The first trick I learned was Rock the Baby/Cradle, then I learned the Flying Saucer, Walk the Dog, Dog Bite, and Around-the-World. That's all I remember, so I had a pretty high status around the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the brand of yo-yo you had totally said something about you. Basically, it was Duncan vs. Yomega. Duncan had their patented "Butterfly" yo-yo, and Yomega had their "brain" yo-yo, which made the yo-yo return to you automatically. Yomega and its brain made its way to the top, Duncan stood no chance. Everyone and their mothers had Yomega's, I had Yomega yo-yo's, I remember going to a toy store and buying an $80 dollar Yomega because it had like a super-ultimate-brain or whatever, it probably did tricks on its own and shit, (Joseph I still remember when you taught me that cool way to loop the string for your finger on the way home from the bus stop haha lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before yo-yo's died out though, I remember how hardcore the scene got. Kids all around were trying to concoct methods to make their yo-yos spin longer and faster, I remember this because I bought some yo-yo speed lube and always carried it around with me. I remember kids having yo-yo gloves, where your designated string finger was fingerless. And then finally, kids also started carrying around packs of extra string, cause you never knew, all that spinning and tricks and shit can cause your string to get damaged and/or OMG get knotted! OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will yo-yo's make it back? I don't think so haha. But I'm being serious when I say that era was a fun time. Well, as always guys, HOPE YOU HAD A NOSTALGIC TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3810587573673058299?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3810587573673058299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-6-walk-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3810587573673058299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3810587573673058299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-6-walk-dog.html' title='NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 6: Walk the Dog Edition'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnpOaKg7kxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/NBZtdVU502M/s72-c/yomega-brain-mauimix-rot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6323605436967312248</id><published>2009-08-05T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:25:56.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Pigouts: Pico Rivera Edition</title><content type='html'>Alright so this morning, or I guess afternoon when I finally got up from bed, I walked to the living room and my sister was watching the travel channel. The show she was watching was pretty god damn interesting, it was called "Extreme Pigouts." The show is pretty much what its called, it just shows a bunch of hot food spots around different cities in different states around the USA that are famous for crazy ass dishes of food. The showed like the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's factory in Vermont, and how they have this special thing called the VERMONSTER, which is pretty much an extreme ice cream sundae. If I remember correctly, it consisted of 20 scoops of ice cream, 10 scoops of crushed walnuts, 4 spoonfuls of whatever toppings you want, a couple squirts of hot fudge, and it is topped off with a layer of whipped cream and sprinkles. Then there was this other one that showed off a 7-pound super breakfast burrito somewhere in Denver, and if a female finished it completely, she would get to eat at that restaurant free FOR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the show made me really hungry and got me thinking, "Where in my town, or somewhere nearby, has an extreme pigout dish that I can eat right now?" And not too long after, I called up friend Bill and we were headed to a local favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoenaGbfCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-KA2-Jx5dSA/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoenaGbfCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-KA2-Jx5dSA/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366635568335387682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Jim's. Welcome to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snoem7M06mI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TA5V4K4RRpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snoem7M06mI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TA5V4K4RRpQ/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366635560040720994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know they still made newspaper porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoeA9Gb7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/ZTG8t5er_mI/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoeA9Gb7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/ZTG8t5er_mI/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634907715759730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this right here is the dish this place is known for. This is Jim's Famous "D.U.I." If you can't tell what it consists of solely from the shot above, let me tell you about it. It starts off with chili-cheese thick cut fries on the bottom, and piled above them are big-square chunks of carne asada, and finally topped off with thick, deli-sized strips of pastrami. More like, Jim's Famous "Heart Attack on a Platter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoeAWN0cMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VISKu4yJ-Fc/s1600-h/DSC_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoeAWN0cMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VISKu4yJ-Fc/s400/DSC_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634897277743298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tastes better with some ranch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snod_y7jVrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tL-Kx-KgfYU/s1600-h/DSC_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snod_y7jVrI/AAAAAAAAAhY/tL-Kx-KgfYU/s400/DSC_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634887805884082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone doesn't know how to use a fucking fork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snod-1D93dI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o97m69wo1z0/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snod-1D93dI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o97m69wo1z0/s400/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634871198178770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aftermath of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snod94VDXuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vcg9KE7e7gM/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snod94VDXuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/vcg9KE7e7gM/s400/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634854895279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno why I put this, but Bill handed it to me, showing how Downey made it to the front page of the LA Times (lol for a bad thing though), and how it is above Obama. Yeah, Downey is so much more important than Obama. But I didn't give a shit of either of the two, I was more interested in that crazy ass underwater worm creature pictured right there. DA FUCK IS THAT?!&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/2138379963640618000-6323605436967312248?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6323605436967312248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/extreme-pigouts-pico-rivera-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6323605436967312248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6323605436967312248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/extreme-pigouts-pico-rivera-edition.html' title='Extreme Pigouts: Pico Rivera Edition'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnoenaGbfCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/-KA2-Jx5dSA/s72-c/DSC_0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-2755670790751426750</id><published>2009-08-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:36:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slang Still Worth Slanging</title><content type='html'>So I was @ work the other day, working with my friend Adrian, cleaning up the Nintendo DS aisle, when I talked to him about words that I still say that I think are still worth using, that I hardly hear used (or not even at all) in the present day and age. You will probably all be familiar with these words still. Some of you might even still use em like me, or maybe some of you have moved on to more classy, sophisticated, or more normal words in substitution for these. Enough yapping let's get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqK_cm9-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yNcbRWpG_Eo/s1600-h/moded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqK_cm9-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yNcbRWpG_Eo/s400/moded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366799307143138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moded.&lt;/span&gt; This is my favorite from the list, and I have never dropped its use since I first learned about it, probably in elementary school or middle school. Now if you don't know what this word means, and how its used, before I explain to you lemme just say WTF?! There. Okay. So basically, to appropriately use this word, it is when you like prove someone wrong about something, and if correctly used, it will embarass them, or make them feel shitty. Like, to really maximize the word's impact, you have to use it when proving something wrong that the other person is seriously SERIOUSLY backing up or defending. Lemme give an example (LOL this is kinda like urban dictionary right now haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend 1:&lt;/span&gt; Don, you're such a bitch, I'm way better than you. Like seriously, I really think that and I think other people think that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Man fuck you. You're the bitch, and I'm way better than you. Watch this. HEY! Friend 2, who's better, me or Friend 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend 2:&lt;/span&gt; You are Don. You are much more better, and you are not the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Fucking MODED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqKjERO4I/AAAAAAAAAg4/8fCSEnNbtAs/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqKjERO4I/AAAAAAAAAg4/8fCSEnNbtAs/s400/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366791688862594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt; Not used an apology, but used to describe someone, negatively, really negatively. Now out of these 3 words, this one is probably the one still used more today. Such examples as, "Man get your sorry ass outta my face!" or "Damn that fool is sorry as hell" are appropriate ways to use this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqKlvX0_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/nqu_Q0PkX0g/s1600-h/biter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqKlvX0_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/nqu_Q0PkX0g/s400/biter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366366792406520818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Biter.&lt;/span&gt; Alright, all of you should know this one. It basically means someone who is copying you in whatever ways possible, be it buying the same article of clothing after you obviously had it first, totally ripping-off your style, whatever. To my memory, this word evolved from "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copy-Cat&lt;/span&gt;." After, it got replaced by the more popular term "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jocker&lt;/span&gt;" which I still hear today. But I like biter better, like if you call a person a biter it'll make em feel more terrible and guilty as opposed to calling em a jocker. But a person is really only a biter if the "biting" is intentional. Here are some scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; A BITER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/span&gt; Dude, Mark has that shirt already man, you're a fucking biter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy 2:&lt;/span&gt; Fuck man, I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/span&gt; K nvm then, you aren't one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A TOTAL FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BITER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy 1:&lt;/span&gt; ***&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dang, that shirt that Mark is wearing is totally awesome. I bet I can be cool too if I have that shirt as well, perhaps even cooler than him!&lt;/span&gt; *** (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goes to school&lt;/span&gt;) SUP GUYS! Check out my totally awesome shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy 2:&lt;/span&gt; Man! Mark got that shit first! You're such a fucking biter. Get you're sorry ass outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy 3:&lt;/span&gt; Fucking MODED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-2755670790751426750?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2755670790751426750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/slang-still-worth-slanging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2755670790751426750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2755670790751426750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/slang-still-worth-slanging.html' title='Slang Still Worth Slanging'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkqK_cm9-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yNcbRWpG_Eo/s72-c/moded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3185069191158560341</id><published>2009-08-04T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:26:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Troubling Times</title><content type='html'>So these past weeks, I've gone through some good stuff and some bad stuff....mostly bad stuff that has been hard not to think about. Fresh off the broken Xbox 360, I again encountered another failed piece of owned technology. After an unfortunate incident while DJing my friend Diego's birthday party at his house, my dearly beloved Macbook Pro bricks on me. It seems like technology is not on my side right now, and that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkhkM7_H7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yqwd08_N4ZE/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkhkM7_H7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yqwd08_N4ZE/s400/DSC_0223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366357336820490162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?! Fuck man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snkhj6PSjsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q3K5K4SufkM/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snkhj6PSjsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/q3K5K4SufkM/s400/DSC_0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366357331801181890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what happens to it as it boots up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, enough with the negative talk. I have to think positive right now, especially since I think my friend will be able to get my laptop fixed for me. And so, as we are kinda on the topic, the party I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; DJing til the tech difficulties occured was fun as fuck. It was supposedly going to be a small get together, but it ended up growing larger and larger as time passed by. Good music (and it kept going after since I had my ipod as backup), fun people, booze, always a good mix. Here are some pics from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkgvG87JCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/urna0cmSq-E/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkgvG87JCI/AAAAAAAAAgY/urna0cmSq-E/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366356424680743970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good man Derrick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkguheBqOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Cu0pLSsNFj4/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkguheBqOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Cu0pLSsNFj4/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366356414619035874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkgufXIOoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9vO60TMsSvM/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkgufXIOoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/9vO60TMsSvM/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366356414053235330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diego holding up a Corona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkguAzxY4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/BqH0pfD-9wM/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkguAzxY4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/BqH0pfD-9wM/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366356405851874178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkgtpWUPCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Y7zU5Ad0S5U/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkgtpWUPCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Y7zU5Ad0S5U/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366356399554313250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the sour face Romie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkejammN4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/lIg4pWf0DoQ/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkejammN4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/lIg4pWf0DoQ/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354024774121346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies straight up laughing behind his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkeiyTp0_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/mvXCHiKAQLg/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkeiyTp0_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/mvXCHiKAQLg/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354013957247986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah you're in the shot Sean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkeitlPLZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/l1eWKlVM74I/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkeitlPLZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/l1eWKlVM74I/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354012688821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit....forgot her name...was it...Ashley?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snkeh8r9KGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8-XPvbcHfpM/s1600-h/DSC_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snkeh8r9KGI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8-XPvbcHfpM/s400/DSC_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366353999563663458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romie always pimpin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snkehr-2ecI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y4WpUeRQjyo/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Snkehr-2ecI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/y4WpUeRQjyo/s400/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366353995079514562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ran out of beer real quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With school creeping up from round the corner, I'm hoping to have more fun times like this before the Summer comes to an end. And hopefully I can get my problems resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3185069191158560341?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3185069191158560341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-and-troubling-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3185069191158560341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3185069191158560341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-and-troubling-times.html' title='Good and Troubling Times'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnkhkM7_H7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/yqwd08_N4ZE/s72-c/DSC_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1730896221738738452</id><published>2009-08-03T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:39:18.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SFIV: 2nd Impact</title><content type='html'>SFIV with 3rd Strike style sprites?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*drool* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFIV with 3rd Strike style sprites with SFIV &amp;amp; 3rd Strike gameplay combined? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DROOOOOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who made these but whoever he/she is or they are, I bow down to you. I'd bow down even more if you made it actually playable. FUCKING IMAGINE! Focus Attacks, Ultra Combos, and Parrying?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWBRHt9bI/AAAAAAAAAfI/J--km2HmX1Q/s1600-h/abel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWBRHt9bI/AAAAAAAAAfI/J--km2HmX1Q/s400/abel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365992798299223474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWBPPb5rI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KSl_4df-dHE/s1600-h/cviper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWBPPb5rI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KSl_4df-dHE/s400/cviper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365992797794723506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWA3UL_sI/AAAAAAAAAe4/8vPNaH6ImtI/s1600-h/rufus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWA3UL_sI/AAAAAAAAAe4/8vPNaH6ImtI/s400/rufus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365992791372201666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWAyfUbqI/AAAAAAAAAew/jto6MFYwRqU/s1600-h/elfuerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWAyfUbqI/AAAAAAAAAew/jto6MFYwRqU/s400/elfuerte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365992790076714658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-1730896221738738452?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1730896221738738452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/sfiv-2nd-impact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1730896221738738452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1730896221738738452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/08/sfiv-2nd-impact.html' title='SFIV: 2nd Impact'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnfWBRHt9bI/AAAAAAAAAfI/J--km2HmX1Q/s72-c/abel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-961903424623024660</id><published>2009-07-31T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:25:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys with Wallets Should Never Be Interrupted</title><content type='html'>Watch Conan and Andy as they have a voice-over session at Bang! Zoom! Studios for the Ghost in the Shell anime series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wq5gmJaAXFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wq5gmJaAXFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-961903424623024660?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/961903424623024660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/guys-with-wallets-should-never-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/961903424623024660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/961903424623024660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/guys-with-wallets-should-never-be.html' title='Guys with Wallets Should Never Be Interrupted'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8634467768860076662</id><published>2009-07-29T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:05:06.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>"[July 29th] So today I woke up hella early in anticipation to download Marvel vs. Capcom 2 for the Xbox Live Arcade, because it was just released today and it has been the longest wait ever for this game. The day before I bought points and everything so I can be totally ready to download and play all day today. So I boot up my Xbox 360 and I get the Red Ring of Death. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck My Life&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnCp4dxOuLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/akzMqFL89k0/s1600-h/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnCp4dxOuLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/akzMqFL89k0/s400/DSC_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363973943727143090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Xbox 360, you have served me a good 2.5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnCp4KDPbhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IpDWEC9sohI/s1600-h/DSC_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnCp4KDPbhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IpDWEC9sohI/s400/DSC_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363973938433977874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I fight Summer boredom with a failed X360?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S. Because of today's untimely event there will be no NW post today, as I am too    depressed/pissed/shocked to take a blast to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8634467768860076662?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8634467768860076662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8634467768860076662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8634467768860076662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SnCp4dxOuLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/akzMqFL89k0/s72-c/DSC_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3015661673473166963</id><published>2009-07-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:44:04.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sm6P-Phv9RI/AAAAAAAAAd4/l_oj4A5TFMk/s1600-h/heat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sm6P-Phv9RI/AAAAAAAAAd4/l_oj4A5TFMk/s400/heat.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382505727587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's night time yet I feel like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3015661673473166963?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3015661673473166963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/pointless-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3015661673473166963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3015661673473166963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/pointless-post.html' title='Pointless Post'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sm6P-Phv9RI/AAAAAAAAAd4/l_oj4A5TFMk/s72-c/heat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8187180121505505072</id><published>2009-07-23T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:40:40.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 5: TLC</title><content type='html'>Okay so again, technically it's really early Thursday morning (3 am), but since I've been awake all day I can still consider it to be really late-night Wednesday, thus this post is valid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now so for this edition of NW I bring to you a life-consuming toy, well, more like an electronic handheld that millions and millions of kids were obsessed with back in the day, 1 of them including me....I bring you....&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamagotchi"&gt;TAMAGOTCHI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Smg2LjourpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wyVxwppJxAQ/s1600-h/tama.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Smg2LjourpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wyVxwppJxAQ/s400/tama.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361594928557108882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How your pet looked like when it first hatches from its egg. REMEMBER?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so when I got my first Tamagotchi, I just thought it was just another handheld toy, well shit was I wrong. Later on I had found out for myself that taking care of these motherfucking virtual creatures, or "pets" to put it in a nice way, required a lot of patience, dedication, and attention; pretty much some good ol' TENDER LOVING CARE. You had to make sure to play games with your pet, feed it, train it, and pick up its shit...because if you didn't do any of that...a most terrible thing happens...your little virtual homie dies, which is hella sad. Serious though if you didn't feed it, it starved to death, and if you didn't pick up it's shit, the shit actually stacked up, their ain't enough room for stacks and stacks of shit and your pet in that little screen, so it would die of, I dunno, unsanitary conditions? And to top it off the thing had no pause button, so you really had to take care of it genuinely 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was truly difficult to manage that while you were in school, of course in my case in elementary school. Thing is, you know that it was shit hard to get away with playing with toys like this in class, even if you tried your best tending to your Tamagotchi say like under your desk or something, obstructing it from your teacher's view, but somehow you get caught, or at least I did a few times, leading to confiscation of my pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again as I said, if you didn't take care of Tamagotchi all day everyday, it would die, so during school it was very hard to keep it alive for a long time. Now its a different story when you are on summer break or something, because now you had all day and everyday free to take care of it. Here I took advantage. Cared for my shit everyday, and it was a real treat to see your lil' blob with a face on it transform and grow into a bigger and cooler looking creature. I remember mine having like a duck bill on it with some wings and like it breathed fire and shit, and I was so proud of myself, I felt like a father. Then the inevitable day came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when I turned on my Tamagotchi and saw that tombstone on the screen, and the ghost of my pet flapping its wings with a halo over its head. Holy shit was I devastated. I think it died at the age of 18 Tamagotchi years (1 day = 1 year I think lol), which is pretty damn good I guess. But of course, you had move on. Either restart with a fresh new egg, or go out and buy a new one, especially the hundreds of bootleg ones that came out sometime during the craze lol. I remember getting an alien-themed one haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Digimon&lt;/span&gt; pets were cool too, especially battling em with others and tearing their shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I got for today, HOPE YOU HAD A NOSTALGIC TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8187180121505505072?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8187180121505505072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-5-tlc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8187180121505505072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8187180121505505072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-5-tlc.html' title='NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 5: TLC'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Smg2LjourpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/wyVxwppJxAQ/s72-c/tama.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-139938230266430716</id><published>2009-07-21T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:28:35.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZc86Q_odI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nwTsSMG42RE/s1600-h/2000FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZc86Q_odI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nwTsSMG42RE/s400/2000FINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361074607933596114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, another milestone. Thanks for the support guys!&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/2138379963640618000-139938230266430716?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/139938230266430716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/139938230266430716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/139938230266430716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-everyone.html' title='THANKS EVERYONE!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZc86Q_odI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nwTsSMG42RE/s72-c/2000FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-2935343485688367475</id><published>2009-07-21T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:32:09.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull the Bow, Strike Away</title><content type='html'>Today, after a whole month of not having it, me and someone you guys should already be familiar with if you are a regular visitor on my blog, Brian, headed down to Little Tokyo to hit up the Curry House. I did not bring my camera along this time so no pics to post from there, so instead I'll give you a situation on how much I love curry and how I would handle it in the form of Japanese Animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ec2rnmvE0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ec2rnmvE0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have not left after watching the above video (especially just from its thumbnail lol), while eating our usual dish, Brian brought up a pretty good idea, one I think that should happen before the Summer comes to a close. He suggested to have a reunion of all our friends from back in the day, namely Griffith's Middle School. Since we are pretty much all in different worlds now, whatever it may be that we are doing from college to working or whatever, he wants to gather everybody up that we were close with to catch up, especially because he has not seen most of them for a longer period of time, as he ditched us all to go to Bosco for high school instead of Warren or Downey High. So yeah, the plan is still in its blueprint stages, but if you were cool with us and/or are interested in coming keep in contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, couldn't leave Little Tokyo without hitting up Kinokuniya bookstore first. As usual, I picked up my usual magazines, and got some free swag. And now since I'm at home, I can show you whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM2PGOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DPH6O8JhYpY/s1600-h/DSC_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM2PGOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DPH6O8JhYpY/s400/DSC_0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361056901080442706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Smart&lt;/span&gt; magazine with the lovely Erika Toda as covergirl with free Supreme slingbag and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Street Jack&lt;/span&gt; with the cute Akina Minami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM1qDG20I/AAAAAAAAAdY/dSXpi25Mv0I/s1600-h/DSC_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM1qDG20I/AAAAAAAAAdY/dSXpi25Mv0I/s400/DSC_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361056891135253314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Japanese are the future! Check out the huge fucking solar-panel on that cell-phone on the right. Charging phones with AC power supply cables are so 2008 (not a reference to a certain Black Eyed Peas song btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM1TT-FSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c7SchYt9f0I/s1600-h/DSC_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM1TT-FSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c7SchYt9f0I/s400/DSC_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361056885031965986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Borrayo this one is for you, Evangelion 59/50 New Era fitted hats.&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/2138379963640618000-2935343485688367475?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2935343485688367475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/pull-bow-strike-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2935343485688367475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2935343485688367475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/pull-bow-strike-away.html' title='Pull the Bow, Strike Away'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZM2PGOZ1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DPH6O8JhYpY/s72-c/DSC_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-221774523020119452</id><published>2009-07-21T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:39:10.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEASTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAFd7hnHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-eqYyr6pT7M/s1600-h/evo2k9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 60px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAFd7hnHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-eqYyr6pT7M/s400/evo2k9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042869108972658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea this is old news but I feel like posting now since it's my day off and i'm kinda active right now. Anyways, over the weekend, the largest fighting game tournament &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://evo2k.com/"&gt;EVO&lt;/a&gt; took place in Sin City Las Vegas, and for those who couldn't attend (like me), mostly every match for every game was available to view via streaming on the web. The only real thing I tuned into though was the SFIV finals, and to no surprise, in the grand finals we had a rematch between the US's best Justin Wong versus the Legendary Japan player Daigo "The Beast" Umehara. Their matches were very intense, I think had heart attacks each round, and a seizure as well. But in the end, it was probably the greatest, most entertaining grand finals to watch, it seriously went down to the last last match possible, but again Wong failed for the 3rd time to beat his archrival Daigo. They dont call him THE BEAST for nothing. But seriously, props to both players as they both have tremendous skill, and good job to Wong for putting up a real good fight for the 20k+ viewers watching live on the web as well as the thousands in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAFJcCPSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ihPhnzZ5Rjg/s1600-h/daigo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAFJcCPSI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ihPhnzZ5Rjg/s400/daigo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042863608184098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daigo (closest) and Wong in the heat of battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAExMyidI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8rstci9bTqA/s1600-h/daigo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAExMyidI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8rstci9bTqA/s400/daigo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361042857101789650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is rare to see a smile on Daigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyuCWSTg-dE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyuCWSTg-dE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos courtesy of: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kineda.com/daigo-wins-evo-2009-street-fighter-iv-championship-title-defeats-justin-wong/"&gt;Terry Ng's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-221774523020119452?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/221774523020119452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/beasting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/221774523020119452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/221774523020119452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/beasting.html' title='BEASTING'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SmZAFd7hnHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-eqYyr6pT7M/s72-c/evo2k9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-2033230622904175252</id><published>2009-07-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:58:30.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 4: Super Delayed Edition</title><content type='html'>What's up everybody. So I'm kinda back now, and in my absence and laziness I have missed/skipped a ton of blogging, and to this day 2 editions of NostalgiaFAG Wednesday. So thanks to my co-worker/homie Jesus, he has persuaded me to post tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am with something I'm sure you will remember....that is, if you're elementary school participated. So like fast food joints say all the time when they come out with a new burger or something, this probably happened at PARTICIPATING LOCATIONS ONLY...and my school totally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sl7Iet1pbuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1yCG9TvAXJ0/s1600-h/milkpouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sl7Iet1pbuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1yCG9TvAXJ0/s400/milkpouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358941036643708642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BAM! Behold, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milk Pouch&lt;/span&gt; (Or milk in a bag...whatever you wanna call it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I totally remember when we were first introduced to this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; new product. The Bagged Milk was such a phenomenon, so much that I can say it was a revolutionary thing in the cafeteria food world. Now what happened was that the whole entire school, every grade and every class from K-1 to 5th grade, all faculty and staff, even the janitors were called up to the main hall for a special assembly. I remember asking myself "HOLY SHIT WTF IS GOING ON THAT NEEDS THE ENTIRE SCHOOL IN HERE?!" cuz I knew it wasn't an awards assembly as we just had one the previous day, and I got 2 motherfucking award certificates! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright enough bragging&lt;/span&gt;) Now of course, with how cheap elementary school was, in the middle of the 100's or maybe 1000's of students sitting down,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; indian-style&lt;/span&gt; on the hardwood floor (which always has been and still is a problem for me because I had/have no ass to cushion me so it always hurts), was that one single tube-TV used by every class, strapped into the squeaky-wheeled utility cart, with that old school VCR still attached, with the name of the school/classroom burnt into them by a soldering tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the principal comes in, and announces the change from boxed milk cartons to the new clear-plastic pouches, and pops in the instructional video that introduced us to the wonders of the milk pouch, and teaching us the safety measures and how to poke ur straw into the bag to enjoy the goodness of pouched milk. A bunch of OOOOH's and AHHHH's, and lots of teacher's telling kids to be quiet and pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outraged! Not only because I hated the stupid pouches and how inconvenient they were to hold, and how the chocolate-milk pouch was significantly smaller than the regular milk one, but why couldn't they pouch apple juice as well?! Remember the apple juice?! The carton was so god damn tiny, it was like having a shot of apple juice and thats it! They seriously could have at least pouched apple juice to compensate and give us more juice damn it. I needed more juice to wash down my delicious turkey-n-gravy mashed potatoes, the best food the cafeteria had to offer other than those rare Domino's pizza days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, if this brought you back in time, I'm glad. This was HUGE back in the day. I guess they made the change so that kids would stop throwing empty cartons at the weaker kids or stop them from stomping on the empty cartons to make that cool exploding popping sound. But yeah if this did not bring you back, be glad, as I would have rather been stuck with the awesome milk cartons as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, hope you had a NOSTALGIC TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-2033230622904175252?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/2033230622904175252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-4-super.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2033230622904175252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/2033230622904175252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-4-super.html' title='NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 4: Super Delayed Edition'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sl7Iet1pbuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1yCG9TvAXJ0/s72-c/milkpouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5218885845951720495</id><published>2009-07-13T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:52:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back?! (sorta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Slrnn5ZRyhI/AAAAAAAAAco/Huj6b9u0fKA/s1600-h/DelTacoBackSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Slrnn5ZRyhI/AAAAAAAAAco/Huj6b9u0fKA/s400/DelTacoBackSign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849379318385170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey whats up everybody?&lt;br /&gt;I've just come back from vacation, so that it why I have not updated my blog in about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things just happened, good things that is, like my cousin's Wedding just 2 days ago, it was fantastic and good to see all of the family together. Anyways, I'm back to reality now, namely work work work again. God today was so weird transitioning from 11 days of freedom to the workplace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've missed about 3 NostalgiaFAG Wednesdays, and didn't care to blog at all while I was away....but I will make it up soon for any of you who care. And yeah, got lots of things to talk about so if my laziness doesn't kick in in days ahead, this blog shall be active once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5218885845951720495?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5218885845951720495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-back-sorta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5218885845951720495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5218885845951720495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-whos-back-sorta.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back?! (sorta)'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Slrnn5ZRyhI/AAAAAAAAAco/Huj6b9u0fKA/s72-c/DelTacoBackSign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8441274211319251924</id><published>2009-06-29T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:00:35.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoSF Grand Finals Video</title><content type='html'>So here is the actual grand finals match video of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladies of Street Fighter Tournament&lt;/span&gt;. With commentary by &lt;a href="http://gootecks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gootecks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/shoocarlos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and a special appearance from Nana.&lt;br /&gt;(Video courtesy of &lt;a href="http://arcadeinfinity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arcade Infinity Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMIoXwSuxIc&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMIoXwSuxIc&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8441274211319251924?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8441274211319251924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/losf-grand-finals-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8441274211319251924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8441274211319251924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/losf-grand-finals-video.html' title='LoSF Grand Finals Video'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5308394071892170710</id><published>2009-06-28T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:41:19.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Death Week</title><content type='html'>Man WTF is going on?! Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, and today this man, the one and only Billy Mays. You've all seen his awesomeness in infomercials, with his loud, booming, persuading voice, often advertising ridiculous items with ridiculous uses in ridiculous situations with over-exaggerated dramatized examples, such as &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rb2bMdH1iPY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mighty Putty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What a coincidence that during today's morning meeting at work, he was in a skit in the video we watched about Best Buy's new training and customer service program. He, like MJ, was only 50 years old. I'm telling you man, there's a conspiracy going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgzAVTq0cI/AAAAAAAAAcg/poNn0KfsKsM/s1600-h/Busines_Apprent_2379537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgzAVTq0cI/AAAAAAAAAcg/poNn0KfsKsM/s400/Busines_Apprent_2379537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352584237942493634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R.I.P. Billy Mays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rb2bMdH1iPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rb2bMdH1iPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2138379963640618000-5308394071892170710?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5308394071892170710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrity-death-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5308394071892170710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5308394071892170710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrity-death-week.html' title='Celebrity Death Week'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgzAVTq0cI/AAAAAAAAAcg/poNn0KfsKsM/s72-c/Busines_Apprent_2379537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5021829328465889502</id><published>2009-06-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:17:27.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Round. FIGHT!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday after work I did what I said I would do and headed down to A.I. to check out the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies of Street Fighter IV Tournament&lt;/span&gt;, the first of its kind. I picked up my friend Adrian and also met up with my co-worker Kevin and his younger brother Daniel(?). Anyways, it didn't surprise me that the place was SERIOUSLY PACKED. Such a good turn out....I wonder why? Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maaaybe&lt;/span&gt; it's because it's a bunch of girls playing Street Fighter IV, can that be the reason? OF COURSE IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there more than mid-way through the tournament, so I only got to see a few matches, but they were all exciting and great. The atmosphere was hyped, everybody was so energized, screaming and heckling, OOOOH'S and AHHHH'S, and lots of WHOOOOOAAAHH'S, all to keep the spirit of the participants high, letting them know that we were there cheering them on and enjoying them showcasing their skills. The girls were pretty good, it's nice to see females playing Street Fighter and I hope this event can get more of them interested in it to have as much fun with it as us guys do. Anyways here are some pics I took and some videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgohAP93AI/AAAAAAAAAcY/I4riBL9fDhw/s1600-h/DSC_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgohAP93AI/AAAAAAAAAcY/I4riBL9fDhw/s400/DSC_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572704597597186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody watching the drama unfold.......and see what I mean? PACKED! Such a huge crowd, there are people even standing on top of other arcade machines trying to get a good view of the competition. Such a large mass of people + hot summer heat + tiny area = terrible; the electric fans were not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoKoey0xI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jHqNp63JjzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoKoey0xI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jHqNp63JjzQ/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572320260215570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably the most exposed pro-Street Fighter player out there, &lt;a href="http://gootecks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gootecks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He has been seen everywhere lately in the media, from local news features and G4TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoKGoNtmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4lvr5_Lfk4Q/s1600-h/DSC_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoKGoNtmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4lvr5_Lfk4Q/s400/DSC_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572311172920930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Semi-final match between Miyuki and Anna. Shoo, Gootecks, and another pro who's name I don't know (but who I see all the time lol) on the floor recording matches via direct feed and using mics for live play-by-play commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoJxUblYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-QQTDnVq_VQ/s1600-h/DSC_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoJxUblYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-QQTDnVq_VQ/s400/DSC_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572305452799362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol again that guy I don't know setting up the next match by calling up the next participant in the bracket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoJt8D8MI/AAAAAAAAAb4/C7zUq6bXhFE/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoJt8D8MI/AAAAAAAAAb4/C7zUq6bXhFE/s400/DSC_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572304545280194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd/local favorite Stacy (as she works at this arcade) going up to take a seat for her next match about to flash the crowd, or was she just trying to cool herself off? She ends up in second place though, losing against Miyuki in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoJMzLW7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Rgvc0CXNtSk/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgoJMzLW7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Rgvc0CXNtSk/s400/DSC_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352572295649647538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naomi, aka Miss Imoan, placed in 7th. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoo you are a lucky man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HuYukuZwEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HuYukuZwEM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special final match I recorded. Epic conclusion, watch the crowd go NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Y1_T4O5TaI&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Y1_T4O5TaI&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap up interview with the genius behind this whole thing, Shoo, and Naomi, with a message to all girls out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5021829328465889502?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5021829328465889502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-yesterday-after-work-i-did-what-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5021829328465889502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5021829328465889502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-yesterday-after-work-i-did-what-i.html' title='Final Round. FIGHT!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkgohAP93AI/AAAAAAAAAcY/I4riBL9fDhw/s72-c/DSC_0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-6953112266123988501</id><published>2009-06-27T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:20:18.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkXj8riWw4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/U8kdvJzuNqc/s1600-h/sushi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkXj8riWw4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/U8kdvJzuNqc/s400/sushi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351934363818181506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-6953112266123988501?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/6953112266123988501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-yo-mouth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6953112266123988501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/6953112266123988501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-yo-mouth.html' title='WEAK'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkXj8riWw4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/U8kdvJzuNqc/s72-c/sushi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8566263221584924613</id><published>2009-06-26T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:48:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkW_5Oh2yUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/R4ZK3otbvR8/s1600-h/DSC_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkW_5Oh2yUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/R4ZK3otbvR8/s400/DSC_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351894722073250114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buy 1 get 1 free Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's pints at CVS! WHAT A FUCKIN' DEAL! Also Neopolitan Sandwiches are the best. If you cant choose 1 flavor, why not go with all 3 inside?! I save the chocolate part for last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8566263221584924613?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8566263221584924613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ice-cream-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8566263221584924613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8566263221584924613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/ice-cream-run.html' title='Ice Cream Run'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkW_5Oh2yUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/R4ZK3otbvR8/s72-c/DSC_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5738620321745448196</id><published>2009-06-26T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:34:01.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoSF Tournament Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-oEgxO2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/TaxssXCpC58/s1600-h/LOSF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-oEgxO2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/TaxssXCpC58/s400/LOSF.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822959070755682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, do you believe it?! An all-girl battle royale is going down tomorrow at &lt;a href="http://arcadeinfinity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arcade Infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ 3pm. How fucking awesome is that?! I am so disappointed that I will be missing the beginning of this as I work til 5pm, but you sure as hell bet I will be heading there at breakneck speed right when I get off. Here are just 4 of the 16+ ladies competing in the tournament...I don't know about any of them personally at all (except for what I got out of their player interviews), but the fact that they all play Street Fighter IV competitively has made them Shoryuken FADC into ULTRA combo into my heart equally. I shall root for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-n4Rqj1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/L8M4x1khiIU/s1600-h/MISSIMOAN.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-n4Rqj1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/L8M4x1khiIU/s400/MISSIMOAN.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822955786178386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Naomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt; Miss Imoan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character:&lt;/span&gt; Chun-Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-ntIRFBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ebk85J073yw/s1600-h/JeM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-ntIRFBI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ebk85J073yw/s400/JeM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822952793969682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt; JeM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character:&lt;/span&gt; Chun-Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-ndmCX3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/yvbhybboudQ/s1600-h/RINACHAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-ndmCX3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/yvbhybboudQ/s400/RINACHAN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822948623867762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Kira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt; Rina-chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character:&lt;/span&gt; Zangief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-nWgENqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_xCDARdHXO8/s1600-h/SHERRY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-nWgENqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/_xCDARdHXO8/s400/SHERRY.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822946719774370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Sherry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt; Sherryjenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character:&lt;/span&gt; C. Viper&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/2138379963640618000-5738620321745448196?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5738620321745448196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/losf-tournament-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5738620321745448196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5738620321745448196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/losf-tournament-tomorrow.html' title='LoSF Tournament Tomorrow!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkV-oEgxO2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/TaxssXCpC58/s72-c/LOSF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-982122322855494847</id><published>2009-06-26T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:55:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostalgiaFAG Wednesday......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkU1gMrmrzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xMSKSK-xxGo/s1600-h/delayed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkU1gMrmrzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xMSKSK-xxGo/s400/delayed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351742559475904306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Has obviously been postponed til a later time.&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/2138379963640618000-982122322855494847?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/982122322855494847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgiafag-wednesday_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/982122322855494847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/982122322855494847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgiafag-wednesday_26.html' title='NostalgiaFAG Wednesday......'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkU1gMrmrzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/xMSKSK-xxGo/s72-c/delayed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-675043311751779344</id><published>2009-06-26T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:21:19.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Can't Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkUxu-wZC-I/AAAAAAAAAao/qRsAzZYG6vc/s1600-h/Moonwalking+MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkUxu-wZC-I/AAAAAAAAAao/qRsAzZYG6vc/s400/Moonwalking+MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351738415389412322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was working yesterday when I was first hearing about the news of this. Getting a bunch of text messages and calls about it. Buzz around the store was that it was not verified yet that he is actually dead and that he was either in okay condition or possibly in a coma. So I go and take my break and in the breakroom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right when I get in &lt;/span&gt;I hear the reporter and see the headline basically saying "It is confirmed that Michael Jackson has indeed passed away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock and disbelief, especially because the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY-DIE-IN-THREE'S&lt;/span&gt; rule was totally in full effect as Farah Fawcett died earlier that morning and Ed McMahon a couple days before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as tribute I just overided the stores stupid Best Buy Radio CD's and popped in my MJ playlist on my iPod and blasted that shit. Right round 3ish a lot of customers coming in for anything MJ related, and basically by 3:30 pm we were cleaned out of all his stuff...even Jackson 5 CDs. People though didn't take no as an answer as several people asked to do special orders online for them because they wanted his stuff so bad. SEE MJ's IMPACT!? Like no other individual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man seriously i'm heartbroken. I, like many other people, am a huge Jackson fan from as far as I can remember. Although he has had many controversies and shit, you know he was a good person. The King of Pop is gone, but he is a true legend and his music will no doubt live on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Michael Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-675043311751779344?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/675043311751779344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/675043311751779344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/675043311751779344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='It Can&apos;t Be...'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkUxu-wZC-I/AAAAAAAAAao/qRsAzZYG6vc/s72-c/Moonwalking+MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1676338124333918845</id><published>2009-06-24T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:47:58.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge of the Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkIDHAUCM1I/AAAAAAAAAag/Fokm2-LNpCU/s1600-h/update23_transformershq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkIDHAUCM1I/AAAAAAAAAag/Fokm2-LNpCU/s400/update23_transformershq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350842726147568466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just came home from midnight showing of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Here is a quick personal synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pew Pew Pew. Bing Bang. BOOSH! BOOM! CRASH! cling clang. VUURAAAUUUHHHMM. *Distortion noises* chee chee chuu chuu choo *Transforming noises* SAAAAAMMMMMMM! doosh! vrrmmmm. swooooosh. MEGAN FOX IS RIDICULOUS. skkkrrrshshhh. CLAK CLAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clitter clatter. tick tick tack. SAAAAAMMMM!!! OPTIMUSSSSS!!!!!! shrreeeeeee. Doom boom bam. WOW MEGAN FOX RUNNING THROUGH EXPLOSIONS AND DESERT AND DIRT AND SHE IS HELLA CLEAN!&lt;/span&gt; Doom scratch dsssshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No but really speaking now I really enjoyed the movie. A lot of critics bogging it down, saying that its hard to follow and there's no plot, and that it's just a visual treat for fanboys. Well they are fucking dumb lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Adrian, while waiting for the hordes of Downey kids flooding out of the parking lot (and also witnessing an accident that I predicted would happen right in front of us), talked about it. Combining our opinions and thoughts, we basically agreed that most of the confusion in the movie were the close quarter combat fight sequences between the Autobots and Decepticons. Basically we both  came up with the idea that the visual effects team for the movie just took pictures of car wrecks, scrap metal, and junk yards and collaged em on screen, added some eyes and some sparks here and there and some movement to create the fight scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually FANTASTIC, great story, funny moments, dog/robot humping, hot chicks, a bunch of explosions and gunfire, testicle tazering, Decepticon Testicles (Decepticles, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks Adrian&lt;/span&gt;) overall an awesome film blockbuster worth the wait. No doubt will this reign #1 at the box office for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-1676338124333918845?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1676338124333918845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/revenge-of-awesome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1676338124333918845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1676338124333918845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/revenge-of-awesome.html' title='Revenge of the Awesome'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkIDHAUCM1I/AAAAAAAAAag/Fokm2-LNpCU/s72-c/update23_transformershq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1585229986914476880</id><published>2009-06-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:24:41.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKVRBsJLUn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKVRBsJLUn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan might not know how to get there, but I sure do (at least the Long Beach location that is). Anyways, today I hung out with my friend Bill to grab a bite to eat at Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGG0SJp8II/AAAAAAAAAaY/0wLjS9yq3ec/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGG0SJp8II/AAAAAAAAAaY/0wLjS9yq3ec/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350706065076514946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis fool on his iPhone 3G, but not the 3GS so he ain't that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGGzw-dClI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/oTVvMK91NcY/s1600-h/DSC_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGGzw-dClI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/oTVvMK91NcY/s400/DSC_0261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350706056171162194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roscoe's is a classy place, check out them laminated menus, the ultimate in protection of greasy hands that is almost always the case in this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGGyKzSkeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eirh_bee1W0/s1600-h/CSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGGyKzSkeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eirh_bee1W0/s400/CSC_0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350706028743922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken isn't chicken without RED ROOSTER. This shit serves as a substitute for lighter fluid on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGGx5HXWKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QhCP7raNoWY/s1600-h/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGGx5HXWKI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QhCP7raNoWY/s400/DSC_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350706023996283042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SCOES #1: 1/4 CHIX and 2 Waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGEuzDHPMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6QKee0-TDE0/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGEuzDHPMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6QKee0-TDE0/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350703771804974274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close your damn mouth, you're drooling all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGEuvuLWyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nCtmAomJQGw/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGEuvuLWyI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nCtmAomJQGw/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350703770911857442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't lying man, you really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; need RED ROOSTER. Bill getting ready to pour that shit. By the time me and him were through with our meals, the bottle was 3/4 empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGEtkD-_-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/UjmdksXWN5E/s1600-h/DSC_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGEtkD-_-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/UjmdksXWN5E/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350703750602227682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always, gotta show a pic of the aftermath. A big supply of napkins and some wetnaps are a must. Yes I eat my waffles to make a crecent-moon shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDMD97uHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rni5o-5T8zM/s1600-h/DSC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDMD97uHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rni5o-5T8zM/s400/DSC_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350702075539601522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing is bad about having leftovers. In fact, I prefer having leftovers, just for the fact that I know I have some more of this good shit for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDLophpZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XPYh9-Nr0LY/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDLophpZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XPYh9-Nr0LY/s400/DSC_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350702068206249362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does this purple pole-sculpture thing look like to you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINT:&lt;/span&gt; Open up a Biology Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDLS7z8QI/AAAAAAAAAZA/74Y5FAtUqaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDLS7z8QI/AAAAAAAAAZA/74Y5FAtUqaQ/s400/DSC_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350702062377365762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading back home on the freeway this girl rolls up beside us in her shiny cherry Corvette, Bill claiming she be checking him out. As you can see with this shot here, she actually laughing at him. She don't want none of that White Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDLAIEkuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yG420OJ01AQ/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDLAIEkuI/AAAAAAAAAY4/yG420OJ01AQ/s400/DSC_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350702057328513762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy on our left now, with his cool Hawaiian seat covers and that bluetooth headset (even a visor-clip hands-free set) and them shades. But look at his stern, pouty-lipped expression, that's some serious driving concentration. We should all drive like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDK8NfgEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lgnoNdvRFbQ/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGDK8NfgEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lgnoNdvRFbQ/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350702056277508162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't seen the Wienerschnitzel Hot Dog in a while, seems like he's been too busy hanging on for dear life. Oh wait, that's what he does everytime we see him, so I guess this really isn't new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-1585229986914476880?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1585229986914476880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/rush-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1585229986914476880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1585229986914476880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SkGG0SJp8II/AAAAAAAAAaY/0wLjS9yq3ec/s72-c/DSC_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4626641318867708909</id><published>2009-06-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:23:30.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Me Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sj8GqzonvGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PVl4Fdfo-kc/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sj8GqzonvGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PVl4Fdfo-kc/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350002214824295522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAXIM July 2009 cover girl Olivia Wilde is delightful, and also takes top spot on MAXIM's Hot 100 List for all the right reasons.&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/2138379963640618000-4626641318867708909?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4626641318867708909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/drive-me-wilde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4626641318867708909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4626641318867708909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/drive-me-wilde.html' title='Drive Me Wilde'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sj8GqzonvGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PVl4Fdfo-kc/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-7477828104556987101</id><published>2009-06-18T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:45:12.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia RELIVED!</title><content type='html'>So what has me waking up all excitedly and getting up real fast in the morning? I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRQSks9cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LKq_6onJKKA/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRQSks9cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LKq_6onJKKA/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348887953993954754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm......what's this......a package?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRQLsWs7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V1Wuc2iFY1w/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRQLsWs7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V1Wuc2iFY1w/s400/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348887952147002290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder....what this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRP0OaeEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PVTz8bW_Djw/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRP0OaeEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PVTz8bW_Djw/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348887945847404610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...could be? This shit looks top notch, its packed and protected by tons of packing peanuts. Why did something this important-looking be sent to me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRPb5ZXDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KjKB0xWZQSM/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRPb5ZXDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KjKB0xWZQSM/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348887939316800562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;I guess my one-man picket protest outside of Betty Crocker HQ paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRPBTbF1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/VXyO5cNI7CQ/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRPBTbF1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/VXyO5cNI7CQ/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348887932178208594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha I'm just kidding (obviously). Apparently, after doing a bunch of research online, I learned that DunkAroos are actually still in production, its just that various retailers in various states carried them in-store only, but typically they are a RARE find. I read a couple people's statements saying they were available still at their local Walmarts (keep in mind they were not from S0-Cal or California at all), so I ventured to a couple Walmarts myself and no luck, leaving me feeling stupid for driving around in search for a kiddy snack. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT ITS NOT JUST AN ORDINARY KIDDY SNACK DAMN IT! THEY'RE FUCKING DUNKAROOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna give up here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in desperation I went to Amazon.com. After searching in their grocery section, I punched in DunkAroos and BAM! there they were. IMMEDIATE PURCHASE! Shit cost me $11 plus $12 shipping from New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOrXww6jI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CllonYsPipM/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOrXww6jI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CllonYsPipM/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885120708307506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to show that I'm not buying vintage DunkAroos for that classic 90's expired taste and to show that they really are still in production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOq7T_EEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/u8gJOIWsVH0/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOq7T_EEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/u8gJOIWsVH0/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885113071407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in total I got 4 boxes (as seen earlier above), 2 boxes of each flavor (chocolate and vanilla sprinkled) with 6 packages in each, coming out to a total of 24 packages of deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOqvHteXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/42wrTU9uZGk/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOqvHteXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/42wrTU9uZGk/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885109798697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THUNDERDUNKIN' INTO THE VANILLA SPRINKLED FROSTING! &lt;/span&gt;(If you don't know the terminology this was that black kid's dunking technique from the commercial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOqctVDpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PiWvc-B26K0/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOqctVDpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/PiWvc-B26K0/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885104856206994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The D for Don coin-shaped cinnamon graham/cookie is the largest of the cookies and the most capable for scooping the most icing in the dip zone, and kid you not the dip zone is deep and wide and full to the brim with frosting, so that no cookie graham goes unfrosted. Oh Betty Crocker you know how to please me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOqESY5YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/00j_9PX0xD0/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsOqESY5YI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/00j_9PX0xD0/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348885098300761474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmm...chocolate. I fucking change my mind, in my post last week I said my favorite was the vanilla sprinkled one, but after having these again these were WAY BETTER! These are also special though cuz the cookies here are chocolate chip, unlike the plain ones in the vanilla package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS SOME?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-7477828104556987101?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7477828104556987101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia-relived.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7477828104556987101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7477828104556987101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgia-relived.html' title='Nostalgia RELIVED!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjsRQSks9cI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LKq_6onJKKA/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-155175940824867709</id><published>2009-06-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:05:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 3: Blowing, Banging, and Insertion</title><content type='html'>It would be wrong if the actions of my post title were memories of the past/childhood...if they were actually sexually related that is. But it isn't though. What it really has to do with is the Super Nintendo Entertainment System (SNES). So what do blowing, banging, and insertion have to do with the SNES you ask? This is why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngMYsT1zI/AAAAAAAAAXI/EobtBOOoogM/s1600-h/console.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngMYsT1zI/AAAAAAAAAXI/EobtBOOoogM/s400/console.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348552535870527282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You all either owned one of these bad boys or either went to a relative's place or a friend's house to sit in front of the TV and play this shit all day long. Classic games like Super Mario World or Street Fighter II, any fucking game because the SNES was the shit...totally kicked the Sega Genesis's ass. But here is where the main point of my posts kicks in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When games didn't work, how the fuck did you get them to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this I mean, surely you have encountered a game that did not work. Say for like the original Nintendo, the NES, you put in a game and turn it on, but instead of it working, you get a blinking blue TV screen and a blinking red light near the power button. Say for the SNES and even the Gameboy, you insert the cartridge and that startup screen where the Nintendo Logo comes down to the center of the screen and makes the jingle sound is actually scrambled and freezes. You know what I'm talking about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to fix these problems, people had their own ways of fixing em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngMAGDLRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6pJ5q3Ntzzg/s1600-h/snes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngMAGDLRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6pJ5q3Ntzzg/s400/snes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348552529267600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of these ways required seeing the bottom of the game cartridge like this. What I would do is blow into this shit, given the myth that the game isn't working because the cartridge is dirty. After blowing and inserting it back into the system, it usually worked...but not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngLs6gugI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PAXdYYth8ws/s1600-h/q-tip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngLs6gugI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PAXdYYth8ws/s400/q-tip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348552524118931970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another method I and a bunch of people probably did to get games to work. Take an ordinary Q-tip and either soak the tips in water and alcohol and actually swipe and clean the bottom of the cartridge where the contacts were at. This worked too usually, but it was not the preferred way, cuz some people claimed that the alcohol or the water caused damage to the cartridge contacts, thus making your problem worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah these 2 methods were the most typical to get games past that buggy startup screen and working again. But there are other little tweaks people did to get them to work if these didn't, and some even incorporated all the methods mentioned to get them to work. Here are a few more techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some people (after blowing/cleaning) insert the cartridge...BUT not all the way. Either slightly jammed in more to the left or more to the right, and the game ended up working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There was the solution of just JAMMING the cartridge with as much force as you can into the system. I remember doing this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People also pretty much just abused the cartridge. Slamming it and banging it thinking it will get it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If the cartridge still didn't work after any of that, it was the actual console to blame. So people would actually blow/clean the slot where you insert the cartridge on the console, blowing age-old dust into their faces and mouths (God I remember the taste of that SNES dust).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then, people had their own rituals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember with me and my cousins, we had this technique to get the games to work. We would blow into the cartridge 3 times, each time blowing harder, until the final BIG 3rd BLOW. After the blowing, we would bang/slap the cartridge with our palms 3 times, then finally, before JAMMING it into the console, we would cough into the cartridge twice. AND VOILA! That shit worked, ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys did this back in the day, and if you remember, you are truly old school. So as usual, hope you had a NOSTALGIC TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-155175940824867709?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/155175940824867709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-3-blowing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/155175940824867709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/155175940824867709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol-3-blowing.html' title='NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol. 3: Blowing, Banging, and Insertion'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjngMYsT1zI/AAAAAAAAAXI/EobtBOOoogM/s72-c/console.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-3329590919389210156</id><published>2009-06-15T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:41:43.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arigatou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This afternoon my cousins invited me to tag along with them to Little Tokyo, so of course I went. Just hit the usual stores I've talked about before, but here are a couple things worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjbaXPHlMSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jEyhjc1Uh-M/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjbaXPHlMSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jEyhjc1Uh-M/s400/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347701700279218466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This girl was so excited that I came back to Little Tokyo. So ecstatic that hair products are shooting from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjbaW1lnfWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SUEAm5jVlKk/s1600-h/do+not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjbaW1lnfWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SUEAm5jVlKk/s400/do+not.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347701693425876322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grocery market is some serious business. THE JAPANESE DON'T FUCKING PLAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-3329590919389210156?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/3329590919389210156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/arigatou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3329590919389210156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/3329590919389210156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/arigatou.html' title='Arigatou'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjbaXPHlMSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jEyhjc1Uh-M/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1863288549807915804</id><published>2009-06-15T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:22:49.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Gums, Sensitive Teeth</title><content type='html'>So tonight I hung out with my cousins Paulo and Carlo, and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; (Ate, pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah-teh&lt;/span&gt;, means big sister in tagalog, if you didn't know that I just injected some Filipino culture into you. If you're Filipino and you didn't know that, if I had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinelas&lt;/span&gt; on right now I'd take the one from my right foot off and I'd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PALO&lt;/span&gt; you so hard with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU WANT PALO?!&lt;/span&gt; Trust me, you don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to Guppy's Teahouse off of South St. and Pioneer Blvd. in Cerritos. It was my first time there and I didn't know what to expect, but for a late Sunday night, it was pretty busy, chock full of ASIANS. But I'm not complaining, I mean it is Cerritos after all, and I LOVE Asian girls. FUCK YEAH. Here are some pics from the night (excuse shitty phone pics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9QcPf5HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/x54V2TTWdSI/s1600-h/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9QcPf5HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/x54V2TTWdSI/s400/outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347458591473263730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front of the place, kinda hard to see at night, and most likely in the day too because the storefront is pretty much hidden by tall plants, trees, and shrubs. The inside was pretty crazy, had some aquariums with REAL LIVE FISH built into the walls and everything. ALSO CUTE ASIAN WAITRESSES! Anyways, on to the food. Looking around and seeing people with exotic-ass looking dishes like fried rice in a carved out pineapple and weird colored boba-drinks made me feel like such a noob, so we went for a simpler way out...the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUPPY SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9QKljokI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BiImUSIot80/s1600-h/ice+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9QKljokI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BiImUSIot80/s400/ice+full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347458586733945410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1/3 of the Guppy Special, The Strawberry Shaved Ice stuff. Shit was too good man. Simple, but good. Since I have sensitive teeth, shit was difficult to eat cuz it hella hurt, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9P6sGu0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vPr8q4MZhhg/s1600-h/toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9P6sGu0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vPr8q4MZhhg/s400/toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347458582466444098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol this one is kinda hard to make out. Is it a Steak? A Panini? Nope, it's toast. LOL yeah thats a big, 2-inch thick chunk of toast. It's the second part of the special, fuck I think it was called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coconut Brick Toast&lt;/span&gt;? Anyways, this is one of the things this place is known for, and for a piece of toast, it was pretty delish man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9PhccqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kFOhhb9XszQ/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9PhccqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kFOhhb9XszQ/s400/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347458575689885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly the Popcorn Chicken. Medium Spicyness with some kinda sweet-n-sour-n-hot dipping sauce. For Popcorn Chicken it was pretty good, tasted like real chicken lol. It was pretty spicy for medium, needed some water to settle down the spice. But yeah I ate a bunch of these and dipped em in the sauce each time so the amount of spice/heat abused the roof of my mouth giving my gums a raw, tender feeling. SHIT HURT MAN. Painful, delicious, and a weird combination for a meal lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9PTDrxzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kfOFY1BctMc/s1600-h/done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9PTDrxzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kfOFY1BctMc/s400/done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347458571827922738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU GUPPY SPECIAL!&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-1863288549807915804?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1863288549807915804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/raw-gums-sensitive-teeth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1863288549807915804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1863288549807915804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/raw-gums-sensitive-teeth.html' title='Raw Gums, Sensitive Teeth'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjX9QcPf5HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/x54V2TTWdSI/s72-c/outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-7111994179846188239</id><published>2009-06-14T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:21:18.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats to Kobe and Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjW977OnibI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KXEuIrgaegA/s1600-h/lakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjW977OnibI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KXEuIrgaegA/s400/lakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347388969781266866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 Championships Together&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/2138379963640618000-7111994179846188239?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/7111994179846188239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/congrats-to-kobe-and-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7111994179846188239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/7111994179846188239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/congrats-to-kobe-and-fish.html' title='Congrats to Kobe and Fish'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjW977OnibI/AAAAAAAAAV4/KXEuIrgaegA/s72-c/lakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1015903355088380017</id><published>2009-06-14T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:01:18.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop The Champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjW5NeUxBNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BOpANY9GL6c/s1600-h/nba-trophy_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjW5NeUxBNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BOpANY9GL6c/s400/nba-trophy_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347383773701932242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los Angeles Lakers 2009 NBA Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&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/2138379963640618000-1015903355088380017?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1015903355088380017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pop-champagne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1015903355088380017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1015903355088380017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pop-champagne.html' title='Pop The Champagne'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjW5NeUxBNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BOpANY9GL6c/s72-c/nba-trophy_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4015912278143895874</id><published>2009-06-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:17:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Hell Yeah</title><content type='html'>Since I'm on the concept of nostalgia today, I'd like to share something real quick. I used to watch wrestling, well at least the WWF programs all the time, back when the greats like my top two favorites Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock where still there. Nowadays the "WWE" now as they call it is full of unknown fags with their full legal names as their wrestling aliases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enjoy this video of one of the best finishing moves being done (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;also worth mentioning the greatest theme song&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stone Cold Stunner.&lt;/span&gt; This video is awesome because the victim overreacts to the move so much that if you check out the ref in the background he is cracking up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDgsbA0zkNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDgsbA0zkNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-4015912278143895874?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4015912278143895874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-hell-yeah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4015912278143895874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4015912278143895874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-hell-yeah.html' title='Give Me a Hell Yeah'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-8413221650471753844</id><published>2009-06-10T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:18:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol.2</title><content type='html'>Yo whats up everybody! I'm about to take you back in time to our childhood once again. For this week's Nostalgia trip, I shall bring about the memories of an awesome snack and a juice-drink rivalry. Before it gets intense, I say it's right to start off with the snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one major thing I remember from my elementary lunch days and at recess snacks, it was a certain snack that beat all others like it. A snack that made me sad if I didn't find it in my lunch pail. This, my friends, were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUNKAROOS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBnA6bZjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lOmAyyaORVI/s1600-h/dunkaroos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBnA6bZjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lOmAyyaORVI/s400/dunkaroos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345844896204547634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember these?! Here is a commercial just in case you don't to help you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLHOguo2ibs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLHOguo2ibs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, DunkAroos were the bomb (excuse my bomb reference as I am using lingo from those days, helps keep it in the 90's zone). The cinnamon grahams were the shit, but it was the frosting that was the real hit. The best frosting flavor was the one in the picture above, the vanilla with rainbow sprinkles, but I remember there being chocolate and vanilla as well. But the reason why the frosting was bomb was because I remember it being so thick. The texture was so rich even though it was so thick, and that combination proved to deliver the explosive flavor (again with the bomb referencing). It really blew away all other cookie-dipping-in-some-kinda-sauce snacks (geez, terribly sorry for another bomb reference, no more). DunkAroos FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad these aren't in stores anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK now we move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the proposed Juice rivalry, and you guys all have to remember this one: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDO vs. SQUEEZIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me introduce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MONDO&lt;/span&gt;. Full name being Mondo Fruit Squeezers, these juice drinks were a fond memory, also bringing me back to the elementary lunch days. On a hot day playing around in the sandbox jungle gym or after a heated game of basketball or soccer, Mondo was the way to go to quench your thirst. I remember Mondo most because of it's unique bottle design and trying to suck out the very last drop of the juice from the tiny hole after screwing off the cap. So sad, I don't think these guys are around anymore either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBm8umuuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pz3f2qJeero/s1600-h/main_mondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBm8umuuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pz3f2qJeero/s400/main_mondo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345844895081216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes! Mondo! Legendary Berry, or the BLUE FLAVOR, was the shit. This commercial will definitely bring you back. M-M-MONDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/unkZXEPCpso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/unkZXEPCpso&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SQUEEZIT&lt;/span&gt;. Now these guys were just as memorable as Mondo. Although I don't know which came first, the bottle designs were pretty similar with their twist off, disposable caps. Just the thing about Squeezit though was that I think that they were more Juicy flavored than Mondo was. If I can recall the tastes, Mondo was much more sugary and artificially flavored, while Squeezit, as they claimed to be, was made from 100% juice. And you can't forget the faces that create the characters on each bottle. Very unique design as well. It's like squeezing their brain fluid into your mouth and drinking it. So sad, I don't think they make these anymore as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBm6ebc_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/AmbbO4QgzXM/s1600-h/gm1squeezeit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBm6ebc_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/AmbbO4QgzXM/s400/gm1squeezeit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345844894476497906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although not pictured, my favorite Squeezit was Grape. Here's a commercial (kinda shows what I mean by what I said above by drinking the brain fluid of the characters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5POEy24AD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5POEy24AD4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion of this rivalry, I shall settle it myself by saying that I think Mondo is the better of the two. It was overall more memorable to me. Better tasting (to me at least, cuz I love sugar), cooler looking, cooler commercial jingle, and it fucking straight up had a cooler name. C'mon now, it was fucking called Mondo. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH HEY MAN! WHATCHA DRINKING?!&lt;/span&gt;" "I'm fucking drinking MONDO homie!" Tell me thats not cool. It's better than, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH HEY DUDE! WHATCHA DRINKING?!&lt;/span&gt;" "Um....I'm...drinking....a....Squeezit..." "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL YOU FAG!&lt;/span&gt;" Totally not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if either of the two are still around in stores,  I think the juice-pouch Caprisun revolution has killed them off, no? I think the closest thing I've seen to them were Kool-Aid Bursts, which I think has died off as well. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, hope you had a NOSTALGIC TIME! See you next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-8413221650471753844?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/8413221650471753844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8413221650471753844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/8413221650471753844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/nostalgiafag-wednesday-vol2.html' title='NostalgiaFAG Wednesday Vol.2'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SjBBnA6bZjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lOmAyyaORVI/s72-c/dunkaroos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-4142319704917338195</id><published>2009-06-09T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:11:53.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew, Swallow, Cancel into Ultra</title><content type='html'>Today I met up with an old co-worker of mine back from Best Buy when I was there in the 2005 season for some lunch over here at Shakey's. We made it in time for the Bunch-A-Lunch all you can eat buffet! Fucking awesome...well for him at least, you'll see why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si71QLHLnwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6WzjpfsStWU/s1600-h/DSC_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si71QLHLnwI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/6WzjpfsStWU/s400/DSC_0837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345479465944981250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shakey's, then turned into BIG'S, then back to Shakey's again. I say Shakey's sounds and looks cooler, BIG'S sounds gay and it looked like a circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si71P3sMJUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AaYeAL-xRNs/s1600-h/DSC_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si71P3sMJUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AaYeAL-xRNs/s400/DSC_0841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345479460731495746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the homie Stevenson, pictured with his 2nd round plate. As we dined on our delicious Mojo potatoes and pizza, we talked about some very important things. From Street Fighter, to UFC, to women of all sorts (dumb ones, smart ones, slutty ones, hot ones, and even Lesbians) and of course what every Best Buy employee (or ex-employee) talks about: the crap we've gone through at Best Buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si71PpuVNjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wo8FZ_h433Y/s1600-h/DSC_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si71PpuVNjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wo8FZ_h433Y/s400/DSC_0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345479456982382130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is why Shakey's Bunch-A-Lunch, or any buffet sucks for me: I FUCKING SUCK AT EATING AT BUFFETS! This here is my fucking first round plate, and at this point I quit as I was already full. Lemme recall what I ate til I reached this point... I think i had 2 slices of sausage pizza, half of my mashed potatoes, half of my corn, about 6 mojo potatoes, and a chicken breast. That's nothing man.. but I can tell you what I had a lot of though.. MY DRINK! Yeah, I had 3 refills of Pepsi, SO SUP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70darfhvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5MLUGWbzlsc/s1600-h/DSC_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70darfhvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5MLUGWbzlsc/s400/DSC_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478593950484210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shit gets messy man. LOL look at his clean plate compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After letting our stomachs settle, we headed back to my place for a session of Street Fighter IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70dPsvEhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-UgDzG-R9Bs/s1600-h/DSC_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70dPsvEhI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-UgDzG-R9Bs/s400/DSC_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478591002907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I had a special guest come over, it was time to bring out the Big Guns, only to be let out of it's cage (or box) on special occasions that require $150 ass whoopings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70cyv--MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zLQR8OQZZiA/s1600-h/DSC_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70cyv--MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zLQR8OQZZiA/s400/DSC_0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478583231903938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BEHOLD&lt;/span&gt;, the Mad Catz Street Fighter IV Tournament Edition Arcade Fightstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70cmgy3jI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KjP7ADasXsU/s1600-h/DSC_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70cmgy3jI/AAAAAAAAAUg/KjP7ADasXsU/s400/DSC_0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478579946970674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Se with the Hori EX2 after a heated match. This guy knows how to play man. His Balrog is NASTY. Also he kinda blends in with the couch no? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70cXmm2II/AAAAAAAAAUY/-eziA2pxH6A/s1600-h/DSC_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Si70cXmm2II/AAAAAAAAAUY/-eziA2pxH6A/s400/DSC_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345478575944816770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The session consisted of 23 matches (me losing the last as seen here). Score: Me 16 wins, Stevenson 7. Pretty good shit, we both fucked up in-game hundreds of times, causing us to cry a bunch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF?!'s&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OMFG's&lt;/span&gt; and making my dogs bark like crazy. But yeah good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Lakers-Magic GAME 3 Tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-4142319704917338195?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/4142319704917338195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-i-met-up-with-old-co-worker-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4142319704917338195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/4142319704917338195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1840428217405267889</id><published>2009-06-07T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:39:39.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Some Laughs</title><content type='html'>Guy Scares Friend by Pretending to Get Electrocuted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3PhHp03hPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3PhHp03hPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporters Can't Stop Laughing at Model Falling (LOL they sound like cars that won't start) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I died the most on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aK1-K6OeBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aK1-K6OeBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host Can't Stop Laughing at Guest's Funny Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0dybAaZWuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0dybAaZWuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='For Some Laughs'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5468342319093810484</id><published>2009-06-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:38:26.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spendthrift</title><content type='html'>Today (before I head to work) I went down to Los Angeles to head to the shops on La Brea and on Fairfax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I went down here today is because &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.undftd.com/"&gt;UNDEFEATED&lt;/a&gt; once again delivers a shirt in support of the Los Angeles Lakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllgSh_8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/pVDSU0jmI6g/s1600-h/DSC_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllgSh_8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/pVDSU0jmI6g/s400/DSC_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344336340314095554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the awesome UNDFTD employee Byata (I hope I remembered/spelled it right) with the said shirt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ORLANDO SUCKS (Since 1989).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllVgVJ_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tqwivoCs5Xo/s1600-h/DSC_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllVgVJ_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/tqwivoCs5Xo/s400/DSC_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344336337419184114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The line-up of the La Brea Ave. shops. First up is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://unionlosangeles.com/"&gt;UNION&lt;/a&gt;, that carries mostly high-end Japanese wear/footwear as well as Nike SBs (they have quickstrikes). Next door is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://stussydirect.com/"&gt;STUSSY&lt;/a&gt;, no need for explanation for them. Then next to them is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.undftd.com/"&gt;UNDEFEATED&lt;/a&gt;, a self-brand apparel store as well as a shoe shop (Vans, Nikes, Reebok, Puma, you name it), but they specialize in Tier-Zero releases. Then next to them is the newest store of the block, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.andstillclothing.com/"&gt;&amp;amp;STILL&lt;/a&gt;, and they carry a bunch of vintage sportswear and caps, also worth mentioning is their old school 720 arcade machine...FREE PLAY too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllKfTtQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NR0LQvzSKaU/s1600-h/DSC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllKfTtQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NR0LQvzSKaU/s400/DSC_0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344336334462104834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You cant just go down one or another. If you go to La Brea, you gotta go to Fairfax as well (and vice versa). So a couple blocks down on Fairfax, I headed to my favorite shop off of Rosewood Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirlk1qPEPI/AAAAAAAAATw/lgpSzZbdTpc/s1600-h/DSC_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirlk1qPEPI/AAAAAAAAATw/lgpSzZbdTpc/s400/DSC_0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344336328870793458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thehundreds.com/"&gt;THE HUNDREDS&lt;/a&gt;. This shop had me hooked when I was first introduced to them. They grew so much over such a short time, starting with just T-shirts now they have pretty much everything, from denim, accesories, and footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk_Ms8R_I/AAAAAAAAATo/QIMT5w3d8Hc/s1600-h/DSC_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk_Ms8R_I/AAAAAAAAATo/QIMT5w3d8Hc/s400/DSC_0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335682221131762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a quick shot from the inside with the shop-keeps kickin' it outside for some nice Summer air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-8jwe0I/AAAAAAAAATg/p7a-WW7Eaz8/s1600-h/DSC_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-8jwe0I/AAAAAAAAATg/p7a-WW7Eaz8/s400/DSC_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335677887642434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over at The Hundreds, there is no vibe of elitism inside like some other shops tend to have. The staff here are the friendliest, coolest guys on the block, they are all about customer service. Since I go down here a lot, I've pretty much become good friends with the staff guys. Pictured here are just 2 of the guys, Umi to the left and Alex on the right. THANKS FOR HOOKIN' IT UP ALL THE TIME GUYS! (Missing from the shot are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; and back from Frisco location &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony&lt;/span&gt;, both awesome guys as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-pWB2-I/AAAAAAAAATY/n_p4SoyUZ1w/s1600-h/DSC_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-pWB2-I/AAAAAAAAATY/n_p4SoyUZ1w/s400/DSC_0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335672729787362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now back onto the actual Fairfax Ave. we have &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.turntablelab.com/"&gt;TURNTABLE LAB LA&lt;/a&gt;. They have just what is expected from their name, pretty much records and DJ equipment, as well as select apparel, vinyl toys and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-aI-vpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ds20MZtnKlk/s1600-h/DSC_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-aI-vpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ds20MZtnKlk/s400/DSC_0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335668648525458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Reserve, flagship store of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.freshjive.com/"&gt;FRESHJIVE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-Ml8JoI/AAAAAAAAATI/2o2lPRnvdBE/s1600-h/DSC_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirk-Ml8JoI/AAAAAAAAATI/2o2lPRnvdBE/s400/DSC_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335665011893890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originally from San Francisco, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hufsf.com/"&gt;HUF&lt;/a&gt; has set up shop down here in LA with their 3rd store location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirkAw5hlPI/AAAAAAAAATA/O4KGLnh0zmU/s1600-h/DSC_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirkAw5hlPI/AAAAAAAAATA/O4KGLnh0zmU/s400/DSC_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334609605825778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the dominating presences on Fairfax is this shop right here, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.supremenewyork.com/"&gt;SUPREME&lt;/a&gt;. Whenever they drop anything, I mean anything, there will always be a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEuBXbIF8sM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=915265C07FE81CEC&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=5"&gt;HUGE LINE&lt;/a&gt; formed up outside, with campers usually first in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirkAu_ICxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0ZnNiNE6Jg8/s1600-h/DSC_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirkAu_ICxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0ZnNiNE6Jg8/s400/DSC_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334609092446994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This here shop is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.halloffameltd.com/"&gt;HALL OF FAME&lt;/a&gt;, a 2-level hat shop. Mostly fitteds from a bunch of brands, as well as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirkAf3sYFI/AAAAAAAAASw/MY7PLIKKjZA/s1600-h/DSC_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirkAf3sYFI/AAAAAAAAASw/MY7PLIKKjZA/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334605034741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shop is &lt;a href="http://www.flightclubla.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLIGHT CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, another sneaker co-signment shop. Need a rare pair of kicks? Head down here, but make sure you have the wallet to handle it. People don't play around with their shoe prices, although sometime you'll find a great deal. Down a couple shops to the right of them is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://diamondsupplyco.com/"&gt;DIAMOND SUPPLY CO.&lt;/a&gt;, a well-known skateboard/apparel brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirj_xdsAbI/AAAAAAAAASo/-isIZSAhxWs/s1600-h/DSC_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirj_xdsAbI/AAAAAAAAASo/-isIZSAhxWs/s400/DSC_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334592577634738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The drive down to Los Angeles has its good days with little or no traffic, and its bad days (I mean I gotta take the 5 to the 101, then go down Melrose via sidestreet), but I can tell you no matter what that the drive back is ALWAYS a bitch. From the dozens of dozens of times I've been down to the shops, the way back has always been congested or straight up traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirj_rF85SI/AAAAAAAAASg/HmSYSLxej0M/s1600-h/DSC_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sirj_rF85SI/AAAAAAAAASg/HmSYSLxej0M/s400/DSC_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344334590867465506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all pays off in the end though. I can never come home empty handed when I go down to the shops. It's really a bad thing, I think I have a problem man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5468342319093810484?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5468342319093810484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/spendthrift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5468342319093810484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5468342319093810484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/spendthrift.html' title='Spendthrift'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SirllgSh_8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/pVDSU0jmI6g/s72-c/DSC_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-5992163176530080623</id><published>2009-06-06T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:01:39.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickies</title><content type='html'>A quick, late-night out calls for a quick, late night bite to eat. Thank God that Jack in the Box drive-thru is 24 hours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SiotOq3xvoI/AAAAAAAAASY/URO9F_JXlbk/s1600-h/DSC_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SiotOq3xvoI/AAAAAAAAASY/URO9F_JXlbk/s400/DSC_0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344133637878169218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever and whatever I eat, I like to be prepared from the get-go so my meal does not get interrupted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do I mean, you ask?&lt;/span&gt; Well, as you can see here, you will notice that alongside my Chicken Breast Strips I have 3 Buttermilk sauce cups and 1 BBQ sauce cup (substituting in for FRANK'S RED HOT SAUCE which they were out of, GOD DAMN IT!) open, lined-up and ready for dipping. This is so while I'm eating, I don't have to stop and open up cup after cup when each run out of sauce, therefore interrupting the flow of my meal. I'd have to put down my fry or chicken strip or burger or whatever I'm eating to do that task, and I'm not down for that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same rules would apply with things like ketchup packets or hot sauce packets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SiotOJuvC2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/1nr2q91UpGw/s1600-h/DSC_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SiotOJuvC2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/1nr2q91UpGw/s400/DSC_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344133628981873506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND MOTHERFUCKER I DON'T FUCKING PLAY AROUND WHEN IT COMES TO MY SAUCE CUPS!&lt;/span&gt; See them shits? DRAINED TO THE BONE! It's hard to dip in them cups with fat ass strips of chicken, so I have to sometimes rip the strips into small pieces to be able to dip and scrape into the cups to get all the sauce possible. I'm a guy who needs sauce in every bite, and obviously lots of it. Also I didn't finish my fries because they were shitty, usually all late night fries are bottom of the barrel crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny too because 2 of the employees who work the drive-thru at Jack in the Box know me and my ritual, so before they hand me my food, they always like "So 3 buttermilks and 1 Frank's right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man am I unhealthy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-5992163176530080623?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/5992163176530080623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5992163176530080623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/5992163176530080623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/quickies.html' title='Quickies'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SiotOq3xvoI/AAAAAAAAASY/URO9F_JXlbk/s72-c/DSC_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-9056500697080367625</id><published>2009-06-05T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:38:12.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SioOeUR3f6I/AAAAAAAAASI/Y6NWSCtEpYc/s1600-h/srkFINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SioOeUR3f6I/AAAAAAAAASI/Y6NWSCtEpYc/s400/srkFINAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344099821831028642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though most of you are the same few people, but still, it's a great (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;underwhelming&lt;/span&gt;) achievement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-9056500697080367625?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/9056500697080367625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-for-your-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/9056500697080367625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/9056500697080367625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-for-your-support.html' title='THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/Sf_XcGSXXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/ryPRjdUWpxo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SioOeUR3f6I/AAAAAAAAASI/Y6NWSCtEpYc/s72-c/srkFINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138379963640618000.post-1739379349763246837</id><published>2009-06-05T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:51:31.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POCKY CHALLENGE</title><content type='html'>EY YO SUP EVERYBODY! Comin' right at you with some crazy shit here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*WARNING HUGE POST AHEAD*&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, this special event was 3 weeks in the making....and it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE POCKY CHALLENGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to Little Tokyo with Kendall (also her first time there...so I kinda broke her in the awesomeness of Little Tokyo) and we went to the grocery stores and bought every single flavor of Pocky they had (except the POCKY GIANTS). Anyways, we came through with a total of 14 different flavors. Grand total = $30+. THAT'S DEDICATION JUST FOR A SINGLE BLOG POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPR95FBqI/AAAAAAAAASA/OzekB8-fsmk/s1600-h/DSC_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPR95FBqI/AAAAAAAAASA/OzekB8-fsmk/s400/DSC_0681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748865453786786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The set-up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola Cholas. It's Kendall with another one of Don's snack reviews. Again when he told me he wanted another review I was hesitant of what it could end up being. I've seen some of the snacks at Little Tokyo... dried fishies with their eyeballs removed... weird green stuff I don't even know. SCARY.  Then when he told me it was Pocky I was like mmmm okay! Till he informed me there were 14 different flavors... My mind wandered with what they could be... nasty, horrible, odd stuff. It turned out to be okay though...until I couldn't take anymore 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRmC9M3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/NGEWHF1HdOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRmC9M3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/NGEWHF1HdOQ/s400/DSC_0683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748859052766066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Challenger.......KENDALL! *CROWD NOISES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRZH3xNI/AAAAAAAAARw/0_gIOXkrEww/s1600-h/DSC_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRZH3xNI/AAAAAAAAARw/0_gIOXkrEww/s400/DSC_0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748855583720658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every Pocky has their own personality shown by their packaging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRdAIx2I/AAAAAAAAARo/iSw57LIy8C0/s1600-h/DSC_0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRdAIx2I/AAAAAAAAARo/iSw57LIy8C0/s400/DSC_0688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748856625022818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As well as their stick designs.....(with a few exceptions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRK89K_I/AAAAAAAAARg/epx5PC_e12U/s1600-h/DSC_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijPRK89K_I/AAAAAAAAARg/epx5PC_e12U/s400/DSC_0692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748851779841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Pocky of the bunch called "Gokuboso"...first of all, wtf is that supposed to mean? Oh well, took a bite. Pretty good, regular creamy milk chocolate taste. Tasted like the YanYan from my previous review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO11SbBaI/AAAAAAAAARY/FN-IDVv5osg/s1600-h/DSC_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO11SbBaI/AAAAAAAAARY/FN-IDVv5osg/s400/DSC_0698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748382107829666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next was "Men's Bitter"... see I'm being manly and buff. I guess this is supposed to be dark chocolate but it ended up tasting just like the first one with a slight bitter aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO1stRjWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2Hfw1pSoMnM/s1600-h/DSC_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO1stRjWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2Hfw1pSoMnM/s400/DSC_0701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748379804536162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See... bitter, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO1ZXOeKI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZDWjUUWm6ts/s1600-h/DSC_0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO1ZXOeKI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZDWjUUWm6ts/s400/DSC_0702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748374611785890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to the next... "Original" mehh boring, right? This actually ended up being more bitter than the first. Still good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO1FNtj8I/AAAAAAAAARA/ix0p_gFL7Ug/s1600-h/DSC_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO1FNtj8I/AAAAAAAAARA/ix0p_gFL7Ug/s400/DSC_0706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748369203171266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dessert: Chocolate Cake" I love me some chocolate cake, but this ended up tasting like really cheap, articifical frosting instead of cake. These fools are thick, I didn't even want to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO0wKvA7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2XrwypKJoOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijO0wKvA7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2XrwypKJoOQ/s400/DSC_0707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748363553538994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nom Nom Nom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN4ZVRyBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NbBnQzQ0ww0/s1600-h/DSC_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN4ZVRyBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NbBnQzQ0ww0/s400/DSC_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747326631594002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh, next was "Dessert: Orange" I was hesitant to try this cause I don't like orange flavored anything... well except Orange juice and Orange Julius... whatever. Anyways, this shit was overwhelmingly orange, fuck this one.  I couldn't even taste any chocolate. Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN4FBDFpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v0r4CcCiDb4/s1600-h/DSC_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN4FBDFpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v0r4CcCiDb4/s400/DSC_0716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747321178035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dessert: Tiramisu" I don't even know what that is supposed to taste like, but I heard it was supposed to be delicious. This tasted like a Vanilla Frappuccino, which I don't really like but this was alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN3xXu30I/AAAAAAAAAQg/V4pjcZm9OC8/s1600-h/DSC_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN3xXu30I/AAAAAAAAAQg/V4pjcZm9OC8/s400/DSC_0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747315904470850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next was "White Monte Blanc" basically white chocolate. I don't really know how to describe this one. Kinda sorta tasted like the Tiramisu one but not as strong.  For some reason it had a buttered popcorn aftertaste, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN3tXfTaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G7VVCfvoyVA/s1600-h/DSC_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN3tXfTaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G7VVCfvoyVA/s400/DSC_0724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747314829708706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't care for it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN3YjhF9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b8EeW-kKPRo/s1600-h/DSC_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijN3YjhF9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b8EeW-kKPRo/s400/DSC_0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343747309243013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to get worn out! "Strawberry with Pieces" again tasted artificial but the strawberry pieces were surprisingly good, a bit crunchy, and really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZzY2J0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/nI-KZXE_PTo/s1600-h/DSC_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZzY2J0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/nI-KZXE_PTo/s400/DSC_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746801049937730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZkLWHrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rb420fm9m8M/s1600-h/DSC_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZkLWHrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rb420fm9m8M/s400/DSC_0736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746796966780594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to "Almond Crunch" I hate almonds, so I didn't really want to try this one. It ended up not being so bad. Just tasted like chocolate with crunchy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZeAYknI/AAAAAAAAAP4/O44jliwyGuY/s1600-h/DSC_0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZeAYknI/AAAAAAAAAP4/O44jliwyGuY/s400/DSC_0738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746795310191218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hesitant to take a bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZI9altI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_LQ6UXO_d7E/s1600-h/DSC_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZI9altI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_LQ6UXO_d7E/s400/DSC_0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746789660595922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh, next please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZDuf54I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fuSW9C3C4Fs/s1600-h/DSC_0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijNZDuf54I/AAAAAAAAAPo/fuSW9C3C4Fs/s400/DSC_0742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746788255852418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ol' "Strawberry" playing it safe. This one I can do with no problem. Straight up artificial tasting, but creamy and delightful. Please disregard this picture, I think the Pocky was starting to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4o7ohEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xnwNzSIdz34/s1600-h/DSC_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4o7ohEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xnwNzSIdz34/s400/DSC_0744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746231307371586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walrus...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4T54i7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/q7baHkFGiMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4T54i7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/q7baHkFGiMQ/s400/DSC_0745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746225662888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Milk"... I didn't want to try this one. For some reason all I could picture was a cow jizzing on a stick, even though that doesn't make any sense cause there jizz is not milk... anyways. This tasted like the filling of an Oreo except less sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4aoMWyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LRTVyvALzYI/s1600-h/DSC_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4aoMWyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LRTVyvALzYI/s400/DSC_0748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746227467737890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking in the cow jizz.... lol kidding.... wait that sounds nasty. SHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4Mh_1iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FEBX_CE0QR8/s1600-h/DSC_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM4Mh_1iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FEBX_CE0QR8/s400/DSC_0750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746223683655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG more Orange. "Mikan; Orange with Pieces" ugh at first this one tasted just like the first one but not as strong. After more bites though it just ended up tasting like Froot Loops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM3-6WcNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r-x-uddGPNM/s1600-h/DSC_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijM3-6WcNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r-x-uddGPNM/s400/DSC_0751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343746220027703506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG no more orangeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMaNe_hrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tHHQxnPJc8s/s1600-h/DSC_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMaNe_hrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tHHQxnPJc8s/s400/DSC_0758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745708543411890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Choco-Banana" smelled really good. I don't really care for bananas but this was really good. It tasted exactly like the banana Runts. No chocolate taste though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMaKWB6GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8W5y08psIh4/s1600-h/DSC_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMaKWB6GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8W5y08psIh4/s400/DSC_0759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745707700512866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smells.. so... gooddddd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMZ363LSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QPaK_DR2DrI/s1600-h/DSC_0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMZ363LSI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QPaK_DR2DrI/s400/DSC_0761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745702754725154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I absolutely hate Coconut. That's why I kept putting it off and it became last. I did not want to try this one at all. The texture of it just totally turns me off. Well this tasted exactly like what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMZv4gHPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9Aj4YZz9jeQ/s1600-h/DSC_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMZv4gHPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9Aj4YZz9jeQ/s400/DSC_0766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745700597341426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please, no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMZct4zjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GwKK8CDi7fc/s1600-h/DSC_0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijMZct4zjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GwKK8CDi7fc/s400/DSC_0768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745695452548658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I thought I was done but then Don said to try all of them at once. I was down. 14 pockys at once!? Is there anything better in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijL60GlqGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bQk96TOFcNQ/s1600-h/DSC_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijL60GlqGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bQk96TOFcNQ/s400/DSC_0770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343745169154222178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, okay this picture looks horribly bad. It was hard to shove em all in my mouth, please no dirtiness involved, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLm4_oQjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kWygr5yuDLo/s1600-h/DSC_0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLm4_oQjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kWygr5yuDLo/s400/DSC_0773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343744826869826098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLmpQWcXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OESZlUKbNmo/s1600-h/DSC_0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLmpQWcXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OESZlUKbNmo/s400/DSC_0774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343744822644994418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The taste? All I could taste was the stupid Orange one. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLmkM5K-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/qh1JfME8uNM/s1600-h/DSC_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLmkM5K-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/qh1JfME8uNM/s400/DSC_0779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343744821288315874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too...much... Pocky.... need toilet *BARFS* gurihriworyoihfewnkewng. &lt;--- my barfing noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLmBpajpI/AAAAAAAAANw/PeJgUVK0soE/s1600-h/DSC_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLmBpajpI/AAAAAAAAANw/PeJgUVK0soE/s400/DSC_0780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343744812012703378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EY Donny, I'ma be okay ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLl0IpS5I/AAAAAAAAANo/4E1NR5HAlSk/s1600-h/DSC_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_nw4h8mEkU/SijLl0IpS5I/AAAAAAAAANo/4E1NR5HAlSk/s400/DSC_0781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343744808385596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The aftermath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this review was pretty fun. I like doing these. I like Pockys. I get the chocolate ones every now and then.  My favorite had to be the banana one. It was super good.  EY! Don is eating them right now. I'ma go slap him. Now he's laughing. Those fools are mine! Overall these are a good snack. They make me thirsty though. Anyways! I have to go barf some more... bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138379963640618000-1739379349763246837?l=dangitsdon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/feeds/1739379349763246837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pocky-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1739379349763246837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138379963640618000/posts/default/1739379349763246837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangitsdon.blogspot.com/2009/06/pocky-challenge.html' title='THE POCKY CHALLENGE'/><author><name>DANGitsDON</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04516004183423588179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com
