<?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-5541725</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:44:21.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>808 Turn Volvo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-116924745791948892</id><published>2007-01-19T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:57:37.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickly</title><summary type='text'>Lucky you! I was so  focused on my client's time zone that I forgot 4 o'clock my time is indeed 4  o'clock my time and not 5 o'clock. So, I finished an hour early. Now begins  Daddy Weekend.   The Mrs. is out of  state until late tomorrow night. It's just me and the little 808's for 30 hours  (give or take).    What have I been up  to lately?   Music  - After speaking with my new friend, Mr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/116924745791948892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/116924745791948892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2007/01/quickly.html' title='Quickly'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-116828887851463099</id><published>2007-01-08T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:41:18.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh, Happy New Year's!</title><summary type='text'>Luckily, updating my  blog was not one of my New Year's resolutions. This year's list is fairly  simple:    Get a new    job   Make more    money   Put a trash can in    the laundry room so I don't have to carry the lint screen 20 feet to empty    it   Let the dentist    pull the tooth he's been trying to pull for a year   Let the dentist    crown the other tooth before he has to pull it too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/116828887851463099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/116828887851463099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2007/01/uh-happy-new-years.html' title='Uh, Happy New Year&apos;s!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-116501319755702443</id><published>2006-12-01T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:46:37.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here come the Dundees!</title><summary type='text'>Geez. What's it  been? Two months since I posted. Sorry, folks. Sometimes the crazy adult-life  gets the best of you. I'm still here, alive, a year older and still working the  same job. Yes, the job search has gone oh so well. Winter finally moved in after  a beautiful, three-month Fall. Right now, it's 32 degrees with a wind-chill of  24 degrees. (For those of you who live in climates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/116501319755702443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/116501319755702443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-come-dundees.html' title='Here come the Dundees!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115929846457539672</id><published>2006-09-26T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:21:05.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess I better post  something, eh? Before the natives get restless and all. I'm feeling a bit  uninspired these days, so here's a list: My iPod's current Top 25 Most  Played.   Safe from Harm -  Massive Attack Mankind - Pearl  Jam Whipping - Pearl  Jam Bastard - Ben  Folds Hatfield 1980 -  Everything But The Girl Jesus of Suburbia -  Green Day Go - Pearl  Jam Packt Like Sardines  in a Crushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115929846457539672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115929846457539672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-i-better-post-something-eh.html' title='&lt;Insert Creative Title&gt;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115804093969875571</id><published>2006-09-11T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:02:19.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 and 808.2</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't the alarm clock that woke me that morning, it was the phone ringing incessantly. Who could be calling me and why in the hell won't they stop? As I stumbled out from the bedroom, I could hear his voice but it didn't make sense. He was still in Missouri and wouldn't be home until later today. We had flown home on Thursday for a long weekend and I flew back to LA last night because I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115804093969875571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115804093969875571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-and-8082.html' title='9/11 and 808.2'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115713242192686898</id><published>2006-09-01T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:40:22.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to September - Friday 8</title><summary type='text'> 1. I hate the  Waiting Game on so many levels. I'm usually a very patient person (less so since  I having children.) Today's Waiting Game: How early will the boss let us go for  the weekend? Will it be a 1/2 hour?An hour?    Holy Crap! The boss  is bringing in Minsky's pizza for everyone working all day. I'll shut up  now.   2. Latest book read:  Stephen King's Salem's Lot. I just finished it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115713242192686898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115713242192686898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-to-september-friday-8.html' title='Welcome to September - Friday 8'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115646717175169040</id><published>2006-08-24T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:52:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give your fingers a rest</title><summary type='text'>That would mean "No." This was the one job I really wanted too.Yes, it's been exactly two months since I graduated and still no new job. Do I feel discouraged? You betcha. It's the whole catch-22 of a career change... Need experience to get the job, need the job to get experience. Some lucky bastards find a company willing to take the risk. Apparently, I am not one of them.Thank you for your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115646717175169040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115646717175169040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/give-your-fingers-rest.html' title='Give your fingers a rest'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115639731888967900</id><published>2006-08-24T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:28:38.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep 'em crossed</title><summary type='text'>Please. I should have an answer by 5 pm today. I'm trying to be patient and optimistic.Waiting sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115639731888967900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115639731888967900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/keep-em-crossed.html' title='Keep &apos;em crossed'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115625635080568573</id><published>2006-08-22T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:19:10.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross 'em</title><summary type='text'>Please cross your  fingers for me today. Especially around 1:30 pm CST.   Thank  you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115625635080568573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115625635080568573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/cross-em.html' title='Cross &apos;em'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115583347047710240</id><published>2006-08-17T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:51:10.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><summary type='text'> This year is the 25th  anniversary of his death. Today would be his 27th birthday. My  parents seldom speak of him and if I  mention a birthday or anniversary, it's always met with silence and then, "Oh,  you're right. I guess it is," like they didn't remember. I am often frustrated  that the only two people who knew him as I did will not talk about him. The  only story I have learned in recent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115583347047710240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115583347047710240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115575156597120974</id><published>2006-08-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:06:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you see the irony?</title><summary type='text'> That Darn Cat:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix  = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   I'm not a cat person. I grew up with  two of them (one of which passed away this year after 16 years), have owned two  of them (their names were Fatass and Little Shit) and for the past 3 years,  Obi-wan/Kitty/Tim has been the pride and joy of 808.11's life. Yes, she  changed the cat's name three times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115575156597120974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115575156597120974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-see-irony.html' title='Do you see the irony?'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115565957020341919</id><published>2006-08-15T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:32:50.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tuesday, another 8 List.</title><summary type='text'> 1… I hope each  and every one of you has a Tween girl someday. 808.11 starts middle school this  week and this formerly sweet, complacent girl is changing. She also returned  from her week trip to LA to visit her father and his family. After each visit,  we enter a two-week transition back to reality phase, which is often  nerve-racking. It is amazing how in one week, she can be so spoiled that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115565957020341919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115565957020341919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-tuesday-another-8-list.html' title='Another Tuesday, another 8 List.'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-115507475639359816</id><published>2006-08-08T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:05:56.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Official 808 Day!!!</title><summary type='text'>If I had the time to  hunt down a clip or flash file of a fluorescent light slowing coming to life and  revealing a dusty basement office, that's what I would post right now.  That's how I feel as I write this post after a two-month sabbatical. How can I  get back into the groove of blogging? Hmmm, let me see... I know... in  celebration of this year's Official 808 day, I'll give you:   Tuesday's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115507475639359816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/115507475639359816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-official-808-day.html' title='It&apos;s the Official 808 Day!!!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114974153370923019</id><published>2006-06-07T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T23:39:27.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday's 8</title><summary type='text'>1... 16 days of school left. Yes, 16. Is it dragging? No, it's flying by and I'm freaking out about how must I have left to do. In a week, we will present our senior project. Guess what I'm working on as soon as I post this?2... On the topic of school, it's time for a poll. Most people seem to think I should do this, but I just don't feel right about it. If you're 30 and graduating college, do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114974153370923019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114974153370923019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursdays-8.html' title='Thursday&apos;s 8'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114928320490234433</id><published>2006-06-02T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:52:27.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><summary type='text'>She's the Rotel to my Velveeta.Today marks our four year anniversary. We were married in a &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;Malibu canyon by Reverend Fred. The Reverend, whose family had owned the land for many decades, was quite a character. When the Mrs. choked up during her vows, he quickly took over. Sometimes, I like to remind my wife that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114928320490234433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114928320490234433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/06/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114911237940688262</id><published>2006-05-31T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:52:59.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5</title><summary type='text'>Hello, Loyal  Readers!   I may possibly be on  the verge of a nervous breakdown. Possibly maybe. There are 3.5 weeks of school  left. Yes, it's almost celebration time, or as I like to think of it... a chance  to breathe.    3.5 weeks left. OH  SHIT!   Yes, freedom smells  sweet, and if I ever get some serious nibbles on a job lead, that will be the  icing on the cake. But it also means 3.5 weeks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114911237940688262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114911237940688262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/05/35.html' title='3.5'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114781494763102395</id><published>2006-05-16T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:29:07.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's 8 List</title><summary type='text'>The Cryptic  One (mostly)   1... Have you ever found something  exciting, and you do what you need to do to get it, but then you find out the  cost is not worth your effort. So, you bag the idea and go with a different  option. Yeah, that sucks.   2... 5 1/2 weeks to go. The Graduate  list is posted in the halls now and I saw my name on it. I can't wait,  especially considering...   3... My big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114781494763102395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114781494763102395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesdays-8-list.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s 8 List'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114747027268559542</id><published>2006-05-12T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:44:32.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too L8te for the Tuesday 8???</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure that header  annoys at least one of my readers. Now, to further annoy my readers, my first  point is from a guest commenter, one of Bruce's students.   1... Happy Birthday to Mr. Bruce!  Today is his birthday and on this day, 29 years ago, he was born. Today, he is  all grown up and is a teacher in a small town while he lives in another small  town. He is a very great teacher, even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114747027268559542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114747027268559542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/05/too-l8te-for-tuesday-8.html' title='Too L8te for the Tuesday 8???'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114660531610594934</id><published>2006-05-02T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:28:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 8</title><summary type='text'>1... It is over. The  Avs knocked the Stars out of the playoffs on Sunday and I wrapped up the first  half-semester with a completed research paper submitted. With the dreaded  research paper completed, I sighed in relief, checked the syllabus for my  humanities class and see that I have to write another research paper.     2... 8 weeks to go,  my friends. 8 weeks.   3... My city has  Spring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114660531610594934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114660531610594934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-8.html' title='Tuesday 8'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114607634933208750</id><published>2006-04-26T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:32:29.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's 8 on Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>1... Can you live off 4 hours of sleep a night? I'm dying here. It's finals week and I have a 10 page research paper, an essay and a comprehensive science test. On top of that, almost every evening this week has something happening. I'm just WIPED OUT.2... 8 1/2 weeks to go.3... The week and a half leading up to this point has seen all three children with some sort of illness, whether it be 808.3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114607634933208750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114607634933208750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesdays-8-on-wednesday.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s 8 on Wednesday'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114503598805376582</id><published>2006-04-14T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:33:57.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday, my ass...</title><summary type='text'>Why didn't I take today off? Seriously, what was I thinking. It's 9:25 and I am bored out of my mind. I ran two reports and compiled all my information for a rollout that won't occur for another two weeks. I ate six chocolate gem donuts and half a sesame bagel. I walked my wife out to the car after the employee bake sale because she was smart enough to take the day off. I responded to a dozen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114503598805376582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114503598805376582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday-my-ass.html' title='Good Friday, my ass...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114478689894134427</id><published>2006-04-11T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:42:29.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 8</title><summary type='text'>1... It is indeed a small world. My wife and I worked for rival dot.com's and possibly passed each other in toy stores when we were doing emergency shopping during the holiday seasons. That was the first time we said, "Hey, what a coincidence." Then we found the one that's just odd. The father of her middle-school friend grew up in the same small town as my parents, and was just a year younger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114478689894134427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114478689894134427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday-8_11.html' title='Tuesday 8'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114442570420585723</id><published>2006-04-07T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:02:45.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Brave 808... Art Salesman</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time (1998), in a magical land called Crystal City (Virginia), there lived a young lad named, 808. Our hero moved to the east coast to escape certain doom as a small town waiter for a new start in the kingdom's capitol. He quickly found work as a waiter in a big city, franchise restaurant. There, he diligently served lunch to the lawmakers, lobbyists, diplomat and tourists. His weekly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114442570420585723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114442570420585723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tale-of-brave-808-art-salesman.html' title='The Tale of Brave 808... Art Salesman'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114417498445449551</id><published>2006-04-04T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T13:34:27.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 8</title><summary type='text'>1... I finally watched Lords of Dogtown this weekend. While I enjoyed it, I still think Peralta's documentary, Dogtown and Z-Boys was better. I had a lot of friends who were skaters, but I just never got the hang of it. I wish I did though. I woke up Sunday wondering if a 30 yr old could become a skater. Probably not..&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;2..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114417498445449551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114417498445449551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday-8.html' title='Tuesday 8'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114409872786029713</id><published>2006-04-03T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:12:07.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the future, pt III...</title><summary type='text'>3 of 3...The first week of January, during the millennium for the past 5 centuries. I love a good practical joke and want to start a legend that this horrific monster appears around the world during the first week of the each new century. This will require a resourceful assistant who can aide me in pyrotechnics and costume design. There will be heavy travel during these weeks as we globe-trot in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114409872786029713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114409872786029713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-future-pt-iii.html' title='back to the future, pt III...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114375036225228675</id><published>2006-03-30T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:26:02.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the future...</title><summary type='text'> Today's random  question...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   If I could get  this flux capacitor working,  what year or era would you like to go back in time to experience? You can pick  three, but must explain your decisions. Guidelines? None other than you must  take me for it is my DeLorean.   Bonus points: Create your alter  ego for each of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114375036225228675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114375036225228675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the future...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114366051902312549</id><published>2006-03-29T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:28:39.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave's Long Box</title><summary type='text'>Happy 1st  Anniversary to Dave's Long Box!   If you've never  checked Dave's blog out, you should, even if you are not a comic book fan. Check  it out!   http://daveslongbox.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114366051902312549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114366051902312549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/daves-long-box.html' title='Dave&apos;s Long Box'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114350040711913939</id><published>2006-03-27T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:00:04.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 8 - The List</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday 8 - The List is my new regular (read as semi-regular) feature. What's the point? Shit, I don't know. I'm just setting a goal for myself and that is to post a list of random thoughts or events every Tuesday. So, let's do it.1... I still insist that in my old age, I want to move back in with my children and make them take care of me. No nursing home for me. Hell, if I gotta wear a diaper, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114350040711913939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114350040711913939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/tuesday-8-list.html' title='Tuesday 8 - The List'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114261776865763037</id><published>2006-03-17T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:43:09.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><summary type='text'>Top O' the morning and a Happy St. Patrick's day to all of you with Irish roots. Is it silly that I'm thirty and giddy about wearing green today? Hey, I'm white and therefore lack culture, so I need to embrace some part of my heritage. Let's face it; I'm about as diluted as they come. Something like 80% of my ancestors was here prior to the Civil War. My genes represent the Irish, English, German</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114261776865763037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114261776865763037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114140658873058781</id><published>2006-03-03T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:28:40.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth - Part V</title><summary type='text'>5. I've had eight teeth pulled and still have four that never grew in.False. Sort of. I lied about the numbers. Prior to getting braces back in '89, my orthodontist declared there were just too many teeth in my mouth. An appointment was quickly scheduled to remove two of my lower molars. Fast-forward 6 years and all four wisdom teeth were pulled.Teeth pulled = 6.I do have two lower teeth that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114140658873058781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114140658873058781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth-part-v_03.html' title='The Truth - Part V'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114119647355143127</id><published>2006-03-02T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:10:38.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth - Part IV</title><summary type='text'>4. My maternal grandparents once had Harry S. Truman over for dinner.True. Before Truman was President, when he was running for some state office, he came across my maternal grandparents’ farm in northern Missouri. They were sitting down to dinner and my grandfather, the life-long Democrat, asked him to join them. He did and that's how my grandparents had dinner with the future president."Hey 808</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119647355143127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119647355143127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth-part-iv.html' title='The Truth - Part IV'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114119625400000993</id><published>2006-03-02T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:11:01.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth - Part III</title><summary type='text'>3. I've worked with Nuwanda from Dead Poet's Society.True. Back in the eToys days, I worked with Gale Hanson, better known to Dead Poet’s Society fanatics as Charlie, aka Nuwanda. One friend learned you shouldn’t say, “Hey Nuwanda, get me some coffee.” Another dubbed him Crazy Gale Hanson, but I don’t remember why. I always got a long with him. After eToys folded, I ran into him on Larchmont. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119625400000993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119625400000993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth-part-iii.html' title='The Truth - Part III'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114119620413033357</id><published>2006-03-01T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:11:32.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth - Part II</title><summary type='text'>2. I've given money to a bum who wanted to legally change his name to Skunk.True. When I lived in DC and worked at the Bertucci’s at 2000 Penn., there was a homeless man that would meet me at the Foggy Bottom station and follow me the two blocks to work every morning. A friend once bought a sandwich for a man outside the grocery store. The friend would nightly buy his dinner at the store, and the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119620413033357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119620413033357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth-part-ii.html' title='The Truth - Part II'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114119597085501492</id><published>2006-03-01T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:52:50.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth - Part I</title><summary type='text'>My old friend, Indy, had a fun TPA yesterday."One of my statements about myself is a blatant lie. The TPA: Figure out which statement is the falsehood, and then post five statements of your own, with one being the hidden lie..."I decided to reveal the my lie in a series of posts. Starting with the first of my five answers, which can be found in his comments, I will tell my story.1. I've been a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119597085501492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114119597085501492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth-part-i.html' title='The Truth - Part I'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-114076469544525344</id><published>2006-02-24T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:04:55.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm posting...</title><summary type='text'>Been awhile, eh? Sorry for the delay folks, it’s been crazy. Let’s break it down:School – Three days left in this semester and I begin the 16 week march to graduation. Yes, three years later, my quest for a degree will finally be over. This next couple of months is going to be pretty hectic though. I’m going out with 18 credit hours.Work – Big Brother moved in at work. “Hi Guys!” ‘Nuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114076469544525344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/114076469544525344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/02/yes-im-posting.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m posting...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113811337754043776</id><published>2006-01-24T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:36:17.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things...</title><summary type='text'>I watched Daddy  Day Care with my children last night. During one scene with Eddie Murphy's  character and his son, my three year old suddenly blurted, "Daddy,  he's black!"   Was this just an  innocent observation from a toddler becoming  aware that some people look  different than others? I tried explaining why, but I don't think she grasped the  concept. Switching the topic from people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113811337754043776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113811337754043776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/01/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113762437313529125</id><published>2006-01-18T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:46:54.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Fours</title><summary type='text'>I have posts in my head I want to get out, but don't have the time to commit. So, I'll steal from Billy and Will and settle for another meme...FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE1...Waiter (one job required that I wear a pink shirt and green bowtie)2...Mass-produced art salesman, y'know, the guys who sell it out of their car3...Frozen chicken-piece sorter (Hey Bruce, remember the chicken slobber?)4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113762437313529125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113762437313529125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/01/fear-of-fours.html' title='Fear of Fours'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113745196939505219</id><published>2006-01-16T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:54:50.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Photo Vault...</title><summary type='text'>Scanning through some old discs today, I came across a few pictures from my bachelor party. These pictures must be early in the evening as the following things are missing:1. I'm not wearing the purple pimp hat Burger bought for me.2. LDG is not there yet, nor are his freeloading friends, Minh and Jema.3. Mr. Rehab does not look like he about to go all Jeremy Piven on the strippers.How young do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113745196939505219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113745196939505219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-photo-vault.html' title='From the Photo Vault...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113683138914086784</id><published>2006-01-09T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:29:49.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme from Bruce...</title><summary type='text'>Challenged by Bruce, here’s the meme: Name the Best Album released during each of the following years…- The year you were born.- The year your significant other was born (if different from yours).- The year you started driving. (Driving and music go so well together after all.)- The year you graduated high school.- The year you got married/your child was born/something else significant (your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113683138914086784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113683138914086784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2006/01/meme-from-bruce.html' title='A Meme from Bruce...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113570605617597424</id><published>2005-12-27T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:54:16.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Green Christmas</title><summary type='text'>“Hey, 808, where the hell have you been all month?"Great question. After my last post, I became mired in elephant-assloads of schoolwork and finals. Add a big steamy pile of work-crap on top of that and I barely had time to even read blogs, let alone leave the occasional comment. School wrapped with successful finals the weekend of the 17th. Unfortunately, work did not. I had some posts in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113570605617597424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113570605617597424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/12/green-christmas.html' title='A Green Christmas'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113346685883000972</id><published>2005-12-01T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:55:44.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things (or Absolutely 808's Mood)...</title><summary type='text'>1. Sick of my job (but really, who isn't?)2. Behind on my Technical Writing class3. Behind on my Business Programming II class4. Two pen marks on my left hand5. Still fighting the death cough6. Proud of my eldest child for easily obtaining her Orange belt last night7. Stressed out about bills (again, who isn't?)8. Not in the holiday spirit9. Sick of cold weather (only 4 more months to go)10. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113346685883000972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113346685883000972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/12/20-things-or-absolutely-808s-mood.html' title='20 things (or Absolutely 808&apos;s Mood)...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113337974276379993</id><published>2005-11-30T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:42:22.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing with Quiz Week...</title><summary type='text'>You are 71% Conspiracy NutYou are a conspiracy nut. The government tops your list as the least trustworthy. You are into looking behind what you are given and analyzing propaganda to discover the truth. It's out there.Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113337974276379993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113337974276379993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/11/continuing-with-quiz-week.html' title='Continuing with Quiz Week...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113328202440537088</id><published>2005-11-29T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:33:44.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still not joining any clubs, but...</title><summary type='text'>You are a Social Liberal(68% permissive)and an... Economic Liberal(23% permissive)You are best described as a:Democrat&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113328202440537088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113328202440537088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-still-not-joining-any-clubs-but.html' title='I&apos;m still not joining any clubs, but...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113217686059002635</id><published>2005-11-16T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:34:20.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>808 Random Memories: #208</title><summary type='text'>When I was eight,  I stapled my thumb. I spent the night at Old Man Winter's house and while we  watched Young Doctors in Love during the wee hours of the night, we  were inspired to make a book.  I am not certain what kind of book two  second graders are inspired to write while watching that movie, so don't  ask.   My job was to  staple the pages together before we began production. I carefully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113217686059002635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113217686059002635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/11/808-random-memories-208.html' title='808 Random Memories: #208'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113177834421275699</id><published>2005-11-11T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:36:26.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From the 808 soundtrack: It's a Beautiful Day - U2</title><summary type='text'>It’s a beautiful day&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Don’t let it get awayIt was about 6 AM on Monday, November 11, 2002 that my wife and I climbed into the car and began the drive to the hospital. She was nine months pregnant with our first child together, a baby girl to be named Rachel Elizabeth. The complications my wife experienced over the past month led her to schedule an induction under the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113177834421275699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113177834421275699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-808-soundtrack-its-beautiful-day.html' title='From the 808 soundtrack: It&apos;s a Beautiful Day - U2'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113165221533168913</id><published>2005-11-10T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:50:15.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another conversation</title><summary type='text'>Scene: 808 enters  local Chinese restaurant with 10 yr old daughter and approaches counter for  carry out. 808 gives credit card and while it's  processing...   mid-40's Asian lady: She  is your daughter? 808: Yes Lady: She is so big and you look so  young. 808: (grins, happy to know he  doesn't look 30) Lady: She is  Korean? 808: No, part  Thai. Lady: (grins and hands  receipt) 808: Thank you! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113165221533168913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113165221533168913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-conversation.html' title='Another conversation'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113078836024059824</id><published>2005-10-31T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:52:40.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement - Brush your friggin' teeth regularly</title><summary type='text'> I broke a filling on the  lower-right side, which happens to be my primary chewing side. I cannot chew on  my upper-left side as that molar need an extraction. I am  stalling for excruciating paid and thus a justifiable reason to have it pulled.  Hey, if it does not hurt yet, why inflict pain?&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;    I have lived with the  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113078836024059824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113078836024059824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/public-service-announcement-brush-your.html' title='Public Service Announcement - Brush your friggin&apos; teeth regularly'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-113044850044233952</id><published>2005-10-27T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:45:17.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing this week.</title><summary type='text'>Instead, I'll play along with BeTheBoy, Burger &amp; LDG.7 Things I Want To Do Before I Die:1. Step foot on Antartica2. Travel the world3. Move back to a beautiful, progressive blue state4. Write a novel5. Watch my children grow up and have children of their own6. See all of my friends have kids so they can know what it's like. (Now taking bets on which one of you is next.)7. Do something important7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113044850044233952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/113044850044233952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-got-nothing-this-week.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing this week.'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112984484343700303</id><published>2005-10-20T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:47:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to Big Daddy Otto!</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to Otto on the "birth" of his son. I'm excited to have you in the club, man.I've already shared advice on how not to get pissed on while changing a baby boy. Leave your advice in the comments section.(I'm also happy to see that I have started a trend with giving a child three names.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112984484343700303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112984484343700303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/congratulations-to-big-daddy-otto.html' title='Congratulations to Big Daddy Otto!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112984424216563080</id><published>2005-10-20T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:37:22.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Thursday: "Reluctant - Chapter 18 - Finale"</title><summary type='text'>Rural fire leads to discovery of  murderous torture. 6 found dead and the suspect is alive and in critical condition.Reported by Will GutierrezA four-alarm fire in rural Pieper County led firefighters and police to a grisly discovery early Saturday morning. Authorities arrived at the Springfield Baptist Church shortly after the fire had spread to a neighboring house. Pastor Richard Meinheit's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112984424216563080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112984424216563080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/cyoa-thursday-reluctant-chapter-18.html' title='CYOA Thursday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 18 - Finale&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112975867044476788</id><published>2005-10-19T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:54:17.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard in a gas station...</title><summary type='text'>As I stood at the counter of my local gas station/convenience store, I overheard one cashier say to the other cashier:"Oh, I have to update you on that Hitler thing,"Clerk pauses to ring up my purchase, thanks me and wishes me a good evening. As I walk away, I hear him continue:"I've told you before how all my friends call me Hitler, right?" ???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112975867044476788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112975867044476788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/overheard-in-gas-station.html' title='Overheard in a gas station...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112957327727570064</id><published>2005-10-17T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:09:21.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely random song stuck in my head today...</title><summary type='text'>Name the song/band and win a special prize..."Big bottom, big bottomTalk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'emBig bottom drive me out of my mindHow could I leave this behind?"BONUS QUESTION: Typically, in a workplace, employers are opposed to political or religious propaganda being displayed in a distracting manner. Currently, my boss has a very large "No Jesus, No peace. Know Jesus, Know peace" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112957327727570064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112957327727570064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/completely-random-song-stuck-in-my.html' title='Completely random song stuck in my head today...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112923443290117895</id><published>2005-10-13T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:13:52.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Fievel... er Buckaroo (&amp; others)...</title><summary type='text'>Big Happy Birthday shout out to the Old Man in our blogosphere. Happy Birthday wishes are also extended to all of the KellerMeyers out there. My favorite memories of Buckaroo-1. His WJC ID card. He wore a pink polo shirt with the collar flipped up.2. The first time he was dubbed Fievel. We were on the 2BC bus and his baseball cap rode low on the ears, forcing them to stick out a la Fievel from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112923443290117895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112923443290117895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-fievel-er-buckaroo.html' title='Happy Birthday, Fievel... er Buckaroo (&amp; others)...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112915225074104070</id><published>2005-10-12T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:24:10.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much...</title><summary type='text'>Just a few disturbing things I have heard lately...This morning, the VP of sales, and co-owner of the company addressed me as "Jeffy".Last night, my mother-in-law informed us that she doesn't like Bruce Willis... she said something about Hugh Grant after that, but I stopped listening after she dissed Bruno. She's informed me twice that she doesn't like hockey. I do and until my free preview ends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112915225074104070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112915225074104070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-much.html' title='Not much...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112892453667202276</id><published>2005-10-09T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:08:56.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10, 20, __, 40</title><summary type='text'>I act like I am 10.I think that I am 20._______________.My body feels like it is 40.I guess 30 fits just right. Seriously, what is all this hoopla about turning 30.It was a nice birthday weekend. Last night, Mr. &amp; Mrs. Sato invited us over for dinner. Bruce and I devoured our enchiladas over the coffee table whiles watching my Avalanche beat the Stars(F***ing Dallas). During the second period, we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112892453667202276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112892453667202276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/10-20-40.html' title='10, 20, __, 40'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112866510145433703</id><published>2005-10-07T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T01:05:57.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 17"</title><summary type='text'>Hauling yourself upright, you hobble down the corridor into the backroom. The kitchen, once a darkened room, is presently filled with dawn's sunlight. A doorway on your left leads into another room. You shove through the door and discover an utility room. In front of you is a backdoor. Behind you, there is the distinct sound of the front door crashing open and heavy footsteps rushing in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112866510145433703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112866510145433703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-17.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 17&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112862688463512373</id><published>2005-10-06T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:28:04.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the stress...</title><summary type='text'>Life in the 808 world is a stressful hell right now. Work is kicking my ass this week, and schoolwork is constantly on my mind. I've already let two, very audible "Fuck!"s out today. The first escaped when I bumped the power cord to my computer, losing 30 minutes of valuable spreadsheet work. (Don't remind me to back up or I'll make it three today.) The second came just a few minutes ago when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112862688463512373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112862688463512373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/sharing-stress.html' title='Sharing the stress...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112837116874233082</id><published>2005-10-03T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:26:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jewels!</title><summary type='text'>Rewinding one day...Happy 24th birthday to my other sister, Jewels, who most readers know from her frequent comments on all of our blogs. There are six years between Jewels and I, whereas there are 11 years between Janet and I. Unfortunately for Julie, this means her admiration for me was often met with annoyance and torture to deter her from bugging me. While I leave the comment section open for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112837116874233082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112837116874233082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-jewels.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jewels!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112793535923285109</id><published>2005-09-28T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:25:22.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Janet!</title><summary type='text'>Rewinding a few days...One more post. Happy 19th birthday to my baby sister who is homesick in North Carolina. I called her on her birthday, but since she occasionally posts on her blog (ahem), she deserves the blogosphere shout out. Some interesting facts about Janet:1) She graduated high school as a valedictorian and when it came to the program footnotes next to her name, she had 4 of 5, having</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112793535923285109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112793535923285109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-janet.html' title='Happy Birthday, Janet!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112793215589165449</id><published>2005-09-28T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:29:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoting Indy-ana...</title><summary type='text'>I really did not intend to post this week unless I could get the next CYOA chapter out. Things are very busy and I am behind a chapter in Algebra still. Then I read a friends post today and said, "You gotta promote this one." I know that most of my readers already read his blog, but for those that don't, check it out:Indy's Christianity as an Underdog postIt is definitely worth the read. Join in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112793215589165449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112793215589165449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/promoting-indy-ana.html' title='Promoting Indy-ana...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112748846488999258</id><published>2005-09-23T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:24:22.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uh....</title><summary type='text'>I'm having a wonderful morning. I am very patient and understanding today. I am full of shit.I may have the CYOA up later today, so keep checking back. In fact, you should check my blog every 30 minutes from now until Monday. Okay, a few snippets for now:CNN Headline of the day - Goo Goo Dolls help relief effort with 'Better Days' ... Breaking the sentence down, here's how I read it:Goo Goo Dolls</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112748846488999258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112748846488999258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/uh.html' title='uh....'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112690585903073887</id><published>2005-09-16T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:24:19.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 16"</title><summary type='text'>With excruciating pain, you haul yourself out of the sitting position. A little bid of vertigo keeps you from moving to the front door swiftly, but you make it. The raging fire now brilliantly illuminates the dining room as it roars and screams outside the house. It must have spread from the church to the parched lawn along with the hedgerow. You see that the deadbolt is engaged and as you turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112690585903073887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112690585903073887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-16.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 16&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112671746906269741</id><published>2005-09-14T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:04:29.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Wednesday: "Reluctant - Chapter 15"</title><summary type='text'>Your eyes dart from the church doors to the hedgerow and beyond to the house. Your head is murky, your sight growing dimmer and your shoulder throbs. You stagger away from the church steps, bearing toward the hedgerow, lifting the gun preparing for an ambush. Periodically, you use the back of that hand to wipe the sweat, now pouring down your brow from the intensity of the fire. The fire casts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112671746906269741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112671746906269741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/cyoa-wednesday-reluctant-chapter-15.html' title='CYOA Wednesday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 15&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112627467475131645</id><published>2005-09-09T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:04:34.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date My Mother-In-Law, Pt. I</title><summary type='text'> Guy #1, The Fur  Trapper...   I don't know if you  have ever had the experience of helping a parent or in-law date, but its  surreal. Mrs. 808 doesn't have to say a word for me to tell that she is  uncomfortable with watching her mother date. I am slightly freaked out that  I am now the father of a 50 yr old teenager.    As readers of my wife's blog will  know, we chaperoned her mother's first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112627467475131645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112627467475131645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/date-my-mother-in-law-pt-i.html' title='Date My Mother-In-Law, Pt. I'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112611713374902883</id><published>2005-09-07T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:21:39.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday, Otto...</title><summary type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday, old friend. I have seriously known this guy for 28 years now. Our introduction occurred at Second Baptist when we were 1.5 years old. We have been through it all together, move around the country, worked and lived together, and so on. This guy is more a brother to me than a best friend. In 2002, we parted ways when we both were married and moved out of Los Angeles to Dallas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112611713374902883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112611713374902883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-30th-birthday-otto.html' title='Happy 30th Birthday, Otto...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112561120576415375</id><published>2005-09-01T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:50:58.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A momentous 808 milestone...</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, the Mrs. and I took the first car I ever bought by myself and traded it in for a mini-van. Yes, I now own a mini-van. Some of you are asking, could there be anything less cool than driving a mini-van? Well, let me tell you about this badass toy I now have. The side doors are electronic, as in I push a button and they open for me.Does your stupid car do that? No, but my futuristic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112561120576415375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112561120576415375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/09/momentous-808-milestone.html' title='A momentous 808 milestone...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112512845015054131</id><published>2005-08-27T02:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:40:50.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Saturday: "Reluctant - Chapter 14"</title><summary type='text'>You bolt for the side door, hoping to make it outside before the old wooden church erupts in flames. Reaching the door you slam into it with your better of the two shoulders. The door doesn’t budge and you bounce off of it. You try again, twisting the knob and pushing with more force but it will not budge.WHOOOOOSH! The church fills with an almost blinding light as fire spreads across the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112512845015054131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112512845015054131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/cyoa-saturday-reluctant-chapter-14.html' title='CYOA Saturday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 14&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112512472934231163</id><published>2005-08-27T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:38:49.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><summary type='text'>Yet another set of finals is over and I've survived. Three more 8 week sessions to go. Up next, Algebra and another database class. Yes, I like to save math classes for the very end.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112512472934231163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112512472934231163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112490983071592286</id><published>2005-08-24T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:57:10.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><summary type='text'> I know that it has been awhile  since I posted. This session at school has  been K-I-C-K-I-N-G MY ASS. &lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   After Friday, I should only have  three 8-week sessions left. I can only dream of how much easier life will be  when I finally graduate. At least I hope it will be easier. Maybe I will get  more than 5 hours of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112490983071592286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112490983071592286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112361346445527838</id><published>2005-08-09T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:51:04.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a laugh?</title><summary type='text'>The End of the  World    Make sure you have  your sound up. This is not work safe. It contains naughty  words.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112361346445527838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112361346445527838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/need-laugh.html' title='Need a laugh?'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112353814090975701</id><published>2005-08-08T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:43:44.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>808's weekend in Los Angeles, Part 2...</title><summary type='text'>Catching up with the guys...The plan was to get into Los Angeles on Friday night and meet up with the guys at Billy's place, hopefully to play a little cards. Billy was in, as was David, however, Will was missing. Finally, I got through and though he said he was under the weather and staying in, I know the real reason was fear. He was afraid of how quickly I would take his money at poker. With </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112353814090975701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112353814090975701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/808s-weekend-in-los-angeles-part-2.html' title='808&apos;s weekend in Los Angeles, Part 2...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112352192822720930</id><published>2005-08-08T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:25:28.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 8 - National 808 Day</title><summary type='text'>Hey, it's 8/08.  What does that mean? Someone needs to make the deciding vote on the last CYOA so  I can write the next friggin' chapter.    In honor of 808  day, find a picture of Fred Phelps and digitally alter it to show him taking it  up the ass from Satan. Then post it to your blog. Have  fun!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112352192822720930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112352192822720930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-8-national-808-day.html' title='August 8 - National 808 Day'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112351990639652930</id><published>2005-08-08T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:51:46.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>808's weekend in Los Angeles, Part 1..</title><summary type='text'> I'm back from my quick weekend trip to Los Angeles. For those who were not  aware, my father and I flew out Friday night for a weekend of packing my  mother-in-law's belongings. Next weekend, my wife will fly out to facilitate the  clean up and sale of the place. They will fly back together on Sunday and then  begins life with my mother-in-law in close proximity.  I have never been one to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112351990639652930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112351990639652930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/08/808s-weekend-in-los-angeles-part-1.html' title='808&apos;s weekend in Los Angeles, Part 1..'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112270508300785185</id><published>2005-07-29T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:30:21.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 13"</title><summary type='text'>You draw the cigarette lighter from your pocket and hold it for him to see. He smirks and reaches in.“Screw you,” you mutter as you release the lighter, letting it fall into the crawl space.The smirk abruptly evanesces and exasperation replaces it. He seems almost clumsy as he hastily loads the crossbow. The arrow snaps and its pieces are shot aside. You wince as your left hand moves for the mace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112270508300785185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112270508300785185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-13.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 13&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112205456048379161</id><published>2005-07-22T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T12:49:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extending Daylight-Savings Time...</title><summary type='text'> I am no farmer, but I spent enough  time on my relatives' farms to make me question this  passage:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   "According to some senators,  farmers complained that a two-month extension could adversely affect livestock,  and airline officials said it would have complicated scheduling of international  flights." --Read the full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112205456048379161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112205456048379161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/extending-daylight-savings-time.html' title='Extending Daylight-Savings Time...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112198147893301447</id><published>2005-07-21T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:31:18.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan Spurlock's Coming Home</title><summary type='text'> I found my new favorite television  show; so let me slide all this work and homework to the side for a moment so I  can share it with you.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   Morgan  Spurlock's 30 Days on FX    For those not familiar with him,  Morgan Spurlock is the guy who brought us Super-Size Me. 30 Days is his new  6-episode (season finale was last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112198147893301447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112198147893301447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/morgan-spurlocks-coming-home.html' title='Morgan Spurlock&apos;s Coming Home'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112126703820680599</id><published>2005-07-13T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:03:58.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday to Mrs. 808 (aka Fashonista Momma)...</title><summary type='text'> Happy Birthday to my old lady (by  3 months).&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   For almost 4 years, she has been  my best friend, partner and mother to my children. There is no one I would  rather have to fill those roles in my life. I love you, babe.  Feel  free to leave her birthday wishes here or on her own site, Fashionista  Momma.      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112126703820680599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112126703820680599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-30th-birthday-to-mrs-808-aka.html' title='Happy 30th Birthday to Mrs. 808 (aka Fashonista Momma)...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112119718262872703</id><published>2005-07-12T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T14:39:42.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt; sigh  &gt;  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112119718262872703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112119718262872703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112075294085995195</id><published>2005-07-07T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:00:59.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks...</title><summary type='text'>...and counting. That is how many weeks of school I have left until I am free. That rather seems like a long time, however, I am still struggling with the realization that we are halfway through 2005 and not 2003. My online campus started on Tuesday and I have quickly realized that it is going to kick my ass. My on campus class starts tomorrow night. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112075294085995195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112075294085995195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-112023727341324018</id><published>2005-07-01T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:02:16.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 12"</title><summary type='text'>Logically, there must be a hatch in the floor. It would be challenging for Dennis to get both of your bodies underneath the church. You are still puzzled as to how he did it without stirring you, you think as you begin scanning the floorboards for hinges. Above you, the church is silent. It's possible that he left , but if so, how long until he sets it on fire?A few minutes later and less than 10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112023727341324018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/112023727341324018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/07/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-12.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 12&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111998158712492724</id><published>2005-06-28T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T12:59:47.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the wire...</title><summary type='text'>Anyone consolidate  their student loans and have a company they would like to recommend? I need to  get this resolved before Friday when the rates go up.  Thanks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111998158712492724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111998158712492724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/under-wire.html' title='Under the wire...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111988188885176817</id><published>2005-06-27T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:19:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigger &amp; Piglet</title><summary type='text'>How weird is it that Tigger and Piglet died within a day of each other?Okay, for those who have not cast their vote for last week's CYOA, please do so soon. Thanks for reading.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111988188885176817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111988188885176817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/tigger-piglet.html' title='Tigger &amp; Piglet'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111963014610875272</id><published>2005-06-24T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:46:06.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 11"</title><summary type='text'>Uncertain where Dennis is, you silently move to the center of the church and walk down the aisle to retrieve the flagpole. Looking around the church, you ponder the best location to position yourself for an ambush. It has to be the office; after all, it provides a window with a view of the front door. Once Dennis enters the church, you can hopefully catch him off guard.You glance out the nearest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111963014610875272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111963014610875272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-11.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 11&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111937568676024634</id><published>2005-06-21T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:41:26.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>808 shares a birthday with another great celebrity...</title><summary type='text'>The Count is joining the list of important celebrities, like John Lennon, who share my birthday. You can verify it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111937568676024634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111937568676024634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/808-shares-birthday-with-another-great.html' title='808 shares a birthday with another great celebrity...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111930085028677950</id><published>2005-06-20T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:54:10.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Monday: "Reluctant - Chapter 10"</title><summary type='text'>Either route is risky. Dennis appears to be an excellent shot and either course could put you in his sights. You are not confident that you could effectively move the car from the floorboard so you begin inching out of the car. You pocket your cigarettes and lighter before you go. Outside the car, you crawl to the rear of the car, keeping your head low.Facing the hedgerow, you realize it is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111930085028677950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111930085028677950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-monday-reluctant-chapter-10.html' title='CYOA Monday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 10&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111915307760652787</id><published>2005-06-18T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:48:30.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Will!</title><summary type='text'>Happy 31st Birthday to this guy...If you've never read his blog, you're missing out. Hope you have a great one, old friend. Hope to see you again one of these days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111915307760652787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111915307760652787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-to-will.html' title='Happy Birthday to Will!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111903542680219736</id><published>2005-06-17T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:10:26.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday - Postponed due to finals</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, folks. I'm at home with a sick 8083 and finals looming tomorrow. Check back over the weekend or Monday for the next installment of CYOA - Reluctant. If you haven't voted for last weeks eventful chapter, please do so now.Check in tomorrow for birthday wishes to another great friend of the 808. I'll post a rather compromising photo of him and a donkey.Have a great weekend and like me, cross </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111903542680219736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111903542680219736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-friday-postponed-due-to-finals.html' title='CYOA Friday - Postponed due to finals'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111886198794482982</id><published>2005-06-15T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:59:47.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Cereals to take Underground...</title><summary type='text'>The Trekkies are coming! The Trekkies are coming! That's right, the threat surrounding us today is not North Koreans or aliens. It's the Trekkies. Quickly grab your top five boxes of cereal and head to the bunker. I will be taking:Fruity PebblesApple JacksHoney SmacksCorn PopsHoney nut CheeriosWhere's the healthy cereal? Are you kidding me? When you are trapped underground with a million Klingons</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111886198794482982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111886198794482982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/top-five-cereals-to-take-underground.html' title='Top Five Cereals to take Underground...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111885063479555098</id><published>2005-06-15T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T10:50:36.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranger Rick and Robin invade the 808</title><summary type='text'>I am feeling a bit anxious this morning. It's probably stress-related, after all, it's finals week and I have a couple of large bills looming with no real means of paying them without giving up lunches for the remainder of the month. Could also be nervousness regarding my dentist appointment this afternoon. I also did not get to sleep until 2am last night, after battling the evil raccoons. Yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111885063479555098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111885063479555098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/ranger-rick-and-robin-invade-808.html' title='Ranger Rick and Robin invade the 808'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111878361743304479</id><published>2005-06-14T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:17:11.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Sweet Junk Foods for the bunker...</title><summary type='text'>If I were forced to choose five sweet-tooth junk foods to store in my bunker, in case we are ever on the verge of global domination from an alien race or North Korea starts bombing the hell out of us, they would be the following:Donuts -- no particular type as there is no such thing as a bad donut, only bad bakersAirheads -- fans of taffy love Airheads, and if you have never tried them, you must.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111878361743304479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111878361743304479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/top-five-sweet-junk-foods-for-bunker.html' title='Top Five Sweet Junk Foods for the bunker...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111842145906187084</id><published>2005-06-10T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T11:37:39.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 9"</title><summary type='text'>You creep toward the staircase, hoping Dennis is too distracted to see you sneak by. He is still yelling for Rich to come downstairs. Perhaps Rich is not able to come downstairs, you think. Maybe Rich didn't punch that basement window out of anger, but in an attempt to escape.Michelle motions you to hurry up. From where she stands, she may be able to see Dennis. You have to hurry. Even if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111842145906187084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111842145906187084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-9.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 9&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111833290805443911</id><published>2005-06-09T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:01:48.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Wednesday - Get your vote in!</title><summary type='text'>  If you have not placed your vote  on this week's chapter of CYOA: Reluctant, please do so. I have time to write  another chapter for tomorrow, but the vote is tied.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix  = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;   Forgot what happened, read it  here--- CYOA  Wednesday: "Reluctant - Chapter 8"  Thanks  for reading! Lost fans should check out today's other  post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111833290805443911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111833290805443911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-wednesday-get-your-vote-in.html' title='CYOA Wednesday - Get your vote in!'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111833237137414415</id><published>2005-06-09T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T10:52:51.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the 808...</title><summary type='text'> I know that Lost fans are  suffering without their weekly dosage of the hit show. My questions about the  hatch have been dwarfed by Walt's kidnapping. The other night, I flipped through  one of my wife's gossip mags and read a little blurb about the others on that  boat. Someone on the writing staff said to watch the other two men on that boat  for a subtle hint. Immediately, I located the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111833237137414415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111833237137414415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/lost-in-808.html' title='Lost in the 808...'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111826284630725215</id><published>2005-06-08T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T15:34:06.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing my resume: Experience 8008</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend, I received my resume rough draft back from my Career Development professor. I have never been comfortable with writing one and was pleasantly surprised to find out he considered it perfect. I have a couple of skills I want to add before I turn in the final draft this weekend, including one I gained today for the Experience section of my current job.Escorted a dozen female </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111826284630725215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111826284630725215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/writing-my-resume-experience-8008.html' title='Writing my resume: Experience 8008'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111824618956678621</id><published>2005-06-08T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:56:29.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Wednesday: "Reluctant - Chapter 8"</title><summary type='text'>"Actually, I stepped in some shit in your basement," you respond. You must be a fool for admitting you went down there. Dennis probably does not even remember if he left the light on.You raise your eyes to meet the fiery glare of Dennis. You wince from the menacing stare he gives you. In a forcefully calm tone he asks, " Why did you go down there?"You begin the cover-up, explaining that when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111824618956678621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111824618956678621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-wednesday-reluctant-chapter-8.html' title='CYOA Wednesday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 8&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111781601247064100</id><published>2005-06-03T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:26:52.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday - Delayed</title><summary type='text'> Well, my friends, you can all  thank my client for a delay in this week's CYOA. The last week of May is always  hell week for me as they close their fiscal year. I h-a-t-e accounting work. I  started working on this week's chapter last night (thank you last minute  voters), but doubt that i will have time to type and post it today. Watch for it  to pop up during the weekend and don't forget, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111781601247064100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111781601247064100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/06/cyoa-friday-delayed.html' title='CYOA Friday - Delayed'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111755353582939848</id><published>2005-05-31T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:19:20.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars - Revenge of the Sith: More Questions Than Answers</title><summary type='text'>Finally saw SWIII: Revenge of the Sith this weekend. So, for those who would like to continue a conversation about the movie with my input included, please go to the comments section. For those who have not seen it, beware of spoilers.**There are comments, Haloscan is just being stubborn right now. Click the comments anyway!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111755353582939848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111755353582939848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-revenge-of-sith-more.html' title='Star Wars - Revenge of the Sith: More Questions Than Answers'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111723038463502358</id><published>2005-05-27T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:46:24.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA Friday: "Reluctant - Chapter 7"</title><summary type='text'>He has been upstairs for 20 minutes now. Is there really enough time to check out the basement? You decide to make a quick trip downstairs. You will not be able to inspect much, but you may find some sort of clue. You tell Michelle that you are going to see what is in the basement. You also instruct her to call out for Dennis if she hears him coming. This will alert you of his return and provide </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111723038463502358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111723038463502358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/05/cyoa-friday-reluctant-chapter-7.html' title='CYOA Friday: &quot;Reluctant - Chapter 7&quot;'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111716004400671513</id><published>2005-05-26T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:14:04.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CYOA: HBO Style</title><summary type='text'>Just like HBO, if you need to catch up on the previous chapters of CYOA: Reluctant, now is your chance. Just follow one of the links below to visit the previous six chapters:CHAPTER 1CHAPTER 2CHAPTER 3CHAPTER 4CHAPTER 5CHAPTER 6Not the kind of person to read online, send me an email and I'll send you the chapters in a printer-friendly Word doc. Send your email to: mr808tv@yahoo.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111716004400671513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111716004400671513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/05/cyoa-hbo-style.html' title='CYOA: HBO Style'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5541725.post-111713627548127545</id><published>2005-05-26T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T14:38:21.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Game: Insert foot</title><summary type='text'>When speaking with a coworker who has recently lost a relative, find a better way of saying, "keep yourself busy with work" other than, "bury yourself in work".&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; I have a tendency to say stupid things in two situations: Someone liked me:When I was younger, a girl I liked told me I was cool. I responded with, "No, I'm a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111713627548127545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5541725/posts/default/111713627548127545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://808turnvolvo.blogspot.com/2005/05/todays-game-insert-foot.html' title='Today&apos;s Game: Insert foot'/><author><name>808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716585696757695791</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/808tv/Group051.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
