<?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-16749896</id><updated>2011-06-08T00:52:00.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fearsome Fivesome!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-116106381392549408</id><published>2006-10-16T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:43:36.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide on over...for celebrity me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So the new hotness these days seems to be figuring out who our celebrity look-alikes are. The guys kindly made some space on the bandwagon and so I decided to hop on. Here's what happened on my first attempt...I filtered out the females and picked out the people that I recognized except for the&amp;nbsp;first guy, I kept him since&amp;nbsp;he was the&amp;nbsp;highest match:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - family trees and photo albums" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - family trees and photo albums"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/57/98/81/579881_6149297fecd254mvkhmf10.jpg" width="419" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At first I didn't think I looked anything like Frodo, but then I figured that's probably what I would look like&amp;nbsp;if Jim&amp;nbsp;were to fart&amp;nbsp;in my face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For fun I thought I would try it again. This is what I got:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - post your family tree online" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - post your family tree online"&gt;&lt;img height="480" src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/58/11/58/581158_6705014fadd254bk5mrc10.jpg" width="419" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn't edit the list this time...these were the top matches for me. What was alarming was the number of female celebrities that came up as a match. The next 5 top matches were all females:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Emmanuelle Beart 62%&lt;br&gt;Shiri Appleby 61%&lt;br&gt;Maggie Cheung 61%&lt;br&gt;Benita Ferrero-Waldner 61%&lt;br&gt;Mario Sharapova 60% &lt;p&gt;Not that i'm unsure of my masculinity but if somebody out on the street does a double-take as they pass me, i'll wonder if they thought I was Mario Sharapova or Benita Ferrero-Waldner. On second thought, if they thought I looked like either then I should probably just keep on walking. &lt;p&gt;Kudos to Jason for getting the fun of celebrity look-alikes going!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-116106381392549408?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/116106381392549408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=116106381392549408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/116106381392549408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/116106381392549408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/10/slide-on-overfor-celebrity-me.html' title='Slide on over...for celebrity me!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00929730016263698731</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-116061639095981032</id><published>2006-10-11T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T19:27:20.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you haven't heard it in a while...</title><content type='html'>Or you never heard it at all. 80's are making a comeback, and there's nothing you can do to stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GV1jT-2up1g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GV1jT-2up1g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-116061639095981032?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/116061639095981032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=116061639095981032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/116061639095981032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/116061639095981032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-case-you-havent-heard-it-in-while.html' title='In case you haven&apos;t heard it in a while...'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-116053777397019442</id><published>2006-10-10T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:40:07.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm jumping on the bus</title><content type='html'>Inspired by Lindsays collaging skills, I decided to send a picture of myself to the myheritage.com website to see my celebrity lookalike is. So, when Darcy looks burnt-out, the results are such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - find your celebrity doppelganger" alt="MyHeritage - find your celebrity doppelganger" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/54/52/12/545212_787678b856c254bgxmzc11.jpg" width="302" height="342" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-116053777397019442?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/116053777397019442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=116053777397019442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/116053777397019442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/116053777397019442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-jumping-on-bus.html' title='I&apos;m jumping on the bus'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-115827731086675780</id><published>2006-09-14T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:41:50.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver pictures, the last I promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;As you already know from my previous post, we went to the Vancouver Aquarium. We saw a Beluga show and a Shark show given by Sheena's friend Adrian (?). She was a very nice girl, who also took us backstage to see the "shark penthouse". Dear Shark Penthouse, I saw a Shark today with the biggest gills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;After spending 3 hours in the Vancouver Aquarium, my coolest picture is the Salmon chair from the kids play area. If I had a set of these it would make the coolest dinette set ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1575.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Little Known fact. Sheena's favourite movie of all time is Bubble Boy 2: The Underwater Adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1596.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; I ride the traditional Chinese giant barrel at the Dr. Sun Yat-Sen Classical Garden. Watch me do a barrel roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;What trip is complete without a picture of yourself with Ricky Bobby? None. Shortly after this, there was nothing left to do in Vancouver, so we hopped a train to Seattle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-115827731086675780?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/115827731086675780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=115827731086675780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115827731086675780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115827731086675780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/09/vancouver-pictures-last-i-promise.html' title='Vancouver pictures, the last I promise.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-115827547092570011</id><published>2006-09-14T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:11:10.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver portion of the trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently Sheena and I went on a trip to Vancouver and Seattle. We told people it was to see the Bumbershoot music festival (more on that later) but it was really to see the Seahawks football team play (lots more on that later). Here are some of the pictures from the Vancouver portion of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first time either of us had seen these bears around Vancouver. So of course, in full tourist mode, we stop for some pictures. Here Sheena is tickling the bears chin, a la Goldilocks. He seems like sucha friendly bear here doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not so fast though! He quickly spots me with the camera and goes off Hugh Grant style and starts kicking my ass. Turns out these bears are all over downtown Vancouver. They are some kind of gang or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mother fuckin Danger Bay man. That's all I could say here. Awww inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sheena likes ponies, so of course we had to stop and boost her up on the horse here. The old lady was just for shits and giggles. &lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-115827547092570011?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/115827547092570011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=115827547092570011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115827547092570011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115827547092570011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/09/vancouver-portion-of-trip.html' title='Vancouver portion of the trip.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-115774887006250581</id><published>2006-09-08T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:33:58.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Bert, our new baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darcy and Sheena would like to present Bert, our new baby. We interviewed a couple of different cats through NASAP, an animal protection agency. Some were too quiet, too scared, shed too much for my taste, or attacked Sheena's nose. After becoming a little bummed out that we weren't going to find a match for us, we met up with Bert. He's a very active little fellow, but very friendly. And yes he was named Bert when we got him. Not relation to Dilbert, my brother Darryl's cat. I'm hoping to take Bert to Grande Prairie with us one of these trips so the cats can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He only looks like he's ready to attack you. It's all a ruse, I assure you. Now just come move one step closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bert doing his stairs workout. If only I was as dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's a great help around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGzxu681XwE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGzxu681XwE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is Bert helping clean around the house. Sheena has finished a cup of chocolate milk, and Bert is cleaning out the glass. More of Bert to come, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-115774887006250581?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/115774887006250581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=115774887006250581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115774887006250581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115774887006250581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-bert-our-new-baby.html' title='Welcome Bert, our new baby.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-115764930563458400</id><published>2006-09-07T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:15:05.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where Jim's computer is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  How can we deny Bert his looking post?&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-115764930563458400?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/115764930563458400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=115764930563458400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115764930563458400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115764930563458400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-where-jims-computer-is.html' title='This is where Jim&apos;s computer is.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-115599672806865960</id><published>2006-08-19T05:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:12:40.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Hoppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50461.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Too many going away parties these days.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hi guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time (since the NBA draft and Ultimatum parties).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Road Trip is complete and Eungyung and I arrived safely to Prince Edward Island.  We had a lot of great stops along the way, and I'll briefly recount this trip for all who'll hear (read).  Actually I'm gonna do this in point form with some photos, that'll be MORE brief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edmonton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saskatoon&lt;/strong&gt; - stayed the night at my uncle and aunt's  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50496.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnipeg&lt;/strong&gt; - got a little lost, I don't like Winnipeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Forks, ND&lt;/strong&gt; - stayed the night in a nice little city in a nice little state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fargo, ND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/strong&gt; - I loved the look of Minny - thought I saw KG driving a big black Escalade  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madison, WI&lt;/strong&gt; - stayed the night, apparently has the most waterslides in America (looked fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicago&lt;/strong&gt; - big city, I got a bit lost... people were more friendly than I thought they would be  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50516.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiana&lt;/strong&gt; - not much to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann Arbour, MI&lt;/strong&gt; - had some ribs at TGI's, reminded me of Korea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detroit&lt;/strong&gt; - ball game was AWESOME - stayed 2 nights in Motown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London/Hamilton/St. Catherines/Mississauga&lt;/strong&gt; - giant suburbs of Toronto, not much to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niagra Falls&lt;/strong&gt; - I did a barrel roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buffalo, NY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rochester, NY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syracuse, NY&lt;/strong&gt; - passed by MLB and Bball Hall of Fame but didn't stop only because I am lazy... do I regret it now?  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albany, NY&lt;/strong&gt; - need I say more Darcy?  Caller?  Caller? &lt;dial&gt; - stayed overnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boston&lt;/strong&gt; - very busy city but we got thru quick on freeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Hampshire/Maine&lt;/strong&gt; - stayed overnight last time in Bangor, MA.  Love those New England accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nova Scotia/PEI&lt;/strong&gt; - My new home.  Took us 7 days to get here but we took our time.  Boys, we need to take a trip like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll let the pictures do the talking for now, but I miss the prairies but I'll be back sometime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50523.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Old Tiger Stadium in Detroit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50535.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game today indeed!  Tigers win, 7-4!  Big Dmitri's first game back, Jason Verlander wins, Dan Haren gets the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/SSA50569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/400/SSA50603.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ford Field on the left, downtown Detroit on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/400/SSA50623.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niagra Falls was truly a wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/SSA50626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/400/SSA50626.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beaches on PEI are pretty good!  Lots of sand, surf, and ugh, some jellyfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-115599672806865960?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/115599672806865960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=115599672806865960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115599672806865960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115599672806865960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/08/island-hoppers.html' title='Island Hoppers'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-115531729258097227</id><published>2006-08-11T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:28:12.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Timmy" R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>2 AM. Doorbell ringing. I throw on my silk robe and cautiously head to the front of the house, not really sure what is going. Look out the window at an Edmonton Police officer. Throw on our outside light, blinding him. Notice that where my car used to be, there is now the back end of a Blazer on the wrong side of the road. Tired brain cannot compute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/640/PICT1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/PICT1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So this is the end of Timmy the car likely. Looks like a 17 year old girl was driving her boyfriend home at midnight, swerved to miss a biker, hit a construction pylon and freaked out, pinning the gas. My car was pushed about 2-3 car lengths back from where I parked it, and hit our neighbors Jetta. Me and Sheena didn't even wake up. I have a copy of the police report, and now I need to talk to their insurance company to go from here. Blah. And it's raining outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-115531729258097227?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/115531729258097227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=115531729258097227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115531729258097227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/115531729258097227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/08/timmy-rip.html' title='&quot;Timmy&quot; R.I.P.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-114022034049761922</id><published>2006-02-17T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:52:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My not-so-new-anymore camera.</title><content type='html'>So I purchased my first camera at Christmas when I was in Thailand. It sounds exotic, but I bought it online at Best Buy, and had it shipped to my home in Edmonton. Now, I'll warn you that I'm a horrible photographer, as you will soon see. Thankfully there are some fun loving subjects around for me to take pictures of. For no particular reason, here are some of my latest pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Triumphant%20Ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Triumphant%20Ian.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had a Superbowl party at Ians, and in true Superbowl style, we loaded up on junk food and ate until my intestines were messed up for a week. Literally, everything I ate that day included cheese (now if only they made cheese beer, I would be in...well a morgue probably with a heart attack). The other guys at the party, being the carnivores they are, took a momentary break from eating cheese to eat some hot wings. Anyways, this picture shows Ian with our Costco receipt, flying gently in the breeze as we emerge triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Covets%20groceries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Covets%20groceries.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a not so flattering pictures. Ian covets the groceries. Stupid little hobbits won't get any. The groceries are Ians, his precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Magic%20Tara.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Magic%20Tara.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is magic. She can make chocolate Eggies float in thin air. Unfortunately, this little Eggie didn't last long, and oddly, neither did the rest of the bowl of Eggies I left there. I'm a fool. I fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well known is this: never leave chocolate in the hands of women on TV night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Tambourine%20Head.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Tambourine%20Head.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mr. Tambourine.....Head? While it looks like I'm a victim of a prank after passing out drunk, this prank was self-administered. I'm telling you, this tambourine is magic! Magic, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Sheena%20does%20not%20like%20early.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Sheena%20does%20not%20like%20early.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to get healthier, morning workouts have been happening a couple of times a week in my apartment. Sheena's help has been enlisted to keep me at it, and as you can see by this picture, Sheena is getting quite buff already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for today, so back to work for the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-114022034049761922?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/114022034049761922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=114022034049761922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/114022034049761922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/114022034049761922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-not-so-new-anymore-camera.html' title='My not-so-new-anymore camera.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-113967715285327919</id><published>2006-02-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:59:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised this page still works.</title><content type='html'>Well, a lot has happened since our last post about Korean dinner and scary movies. The Seahawks lost the Super Bowl (thankfully there are no pictures of me whining and crying, not because I didn't whine and cry, but because there were no cameras), a group of us went on a month long adventure to Korea and Thailand, and my strike at work ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's back to work for me, and today work is a little slow. No more excuses not to update this webpage. Jim is working on a large trip report for Korea and Thailand, and I have some writings of my own to add, but until then, here are some teasers pictures from the trip. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/A%20veggie%20tree%20for%20a%20veggie%20head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/A%20veggie%20tree%20for%20a%20veggie%20head.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, don't eat our tree! Darcy loves his vegetables. Now if only we could grow them like this back on the farm. No wonder they eat so many vegetables here in Korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Jim%20must%20have%20seen%20Darryls%20balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Jim%20must%20have%20seen%20Darryls%20balance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl at a bank machine in Korea getting out some Won, quickly to be spent on kimchi and counterfeit jerseys. Classic Jim pose in the background. More ham on this trip that at a Tim Hortons on Jasper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/He%27s%20So%20Shy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/He%27s%20So%20Shy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Buddha hiding under the cherry blossom tree? No, but with that little belly hanging out, you might think it was. It's actually just a shy me at a mountain top temple in the Thai city of Chiang Mai. Why am I so shy? Well, I have just gotten a haircut. Normally not a big deal, but it was my first real haircut in about 8 months at this time, since I started the "Darcy learns to cut his own hair project". A lot of people were very thankful when that project ended. Now I need a new project; heaven forbid I should finish any of my other ongoing projects (T-Skirt anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more pictures and stories to come. With over a thousand (1000!) pictures and videos to go through, it may take us a while. Till then, I had better get back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Darcy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-113967715285327919?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/113967715285327919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=113967715285327919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/113967715285327919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/113967715285327919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2006/02/surprised-this-page-still-works.html' title='Surprised this page still works.'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-112766505152899655</id><published>2005-09-25T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:18:27.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Scandal Article People</title><content type='html'>OK, I thought I'd do my first blog by recounting last night's dinner and a movie, Korean style. After gathering up a few willing food connoisseurs (and tricking Ian by telling him we're going to McDonald's - jk) we met for a Korean style barbeque. The food was good, if not a little pricey for what you get. To briefly recap the details, Jason enjoyed loading up his "big daddy" lettuce wraps with huge barbaric chunks of meat, and Bonnie struggled with downing the 오징어 (squid). Jim was not impressed with Denny wasting the succulent mussel juice by draining it out of the shell prior to eating. Jeff was managing his end of the table in his trademarked organized way, having all the meat arranged "just so" on the grill. Ian wouldn't go bbq style at all, settling for teryaki chicken. Mike and I just kind of ate... I can't be bothered wasting too much talking time while there's good food to be had, though I did have time to take a photo or two... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/IM002000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/IM002000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/IM0019981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/IM0019981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later and with full stomaches and heavy hearts, we set off for Jason and Bonnie's place, where the promise of video games, asian pop culture, and general fun for all is assured. Bonnie even taught me how to play part of the music for Super Mario 1 on piano!  We settled on a Korean thriller movie called "폰", or as we call it, "Phone". The movie was as good as any Hollywood Thriller, and probably less controversial than MJ Thriller (though just as much underage kissing/touching).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thriller vs. Thriller &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/586315_20040218_screen012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/586315_20040218_screen012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaa!  Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/phone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/phone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had some freaky scenes that made Jeff jump, which made me jump (and gave me goosebumps. Then there were even freakier scenes with psycho daughter trying to make out with daddy. That crazy 6 year old actress and her scary facial expressions is what really made the movie for me (along with the constant ringing of the haunted mobile phone and the vague allusions to the sex scandal article people - this sort of tied everything together and made it all make sense). If only women would fight like that over men in real life - well, minus the killing part... yayacatfight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine: Ok, why? Why do guys do this? What is so appealing to men about a cat fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kramer: Yeye cat fight!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/kramer041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/kramer041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Because men think if women are grabbing and clawing at each other there’s a chance they might somehow kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/photo374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/photo374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my first attempt at blogging, I'll see you all again real soon. Rack me, I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-112766505152899655?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/112766505152899655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=112766505152899655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112766505152899655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112766505152899655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2005/09/sex-scandal-article-people.html' title='Sex Scandal Article People'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-112751231633442679</id><published>2005-09-23T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:54:50.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT is how I roll!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to lay claim to my portion of this brain fart by making my first of many meaningless posts.  I also would like to lay claim to the first "J" in JJILD.  You're too slow Jim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I couldn't possibly put enough material into my own blog so this is the perfect vehicle for me.  I think I tend to analyze what i'm writing too much and more often then not i'll probably end up deleting more than I write.  I marvel sometimes how so many blogs out there seem like the owners have computers jacked into their brains and thoughts just stream out.  Can one really become addicted to the voyeuristic pleasure of having others know their thoughts?  I guess only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairman Mah - I only had to read through this post 3 times before sending it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-112751231633442679?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/112751231633442679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=112751231633442679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112751231633442679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112751231633442679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-is-how-i-roll.html' title='THAT is how I roll!'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-112697304596306284</id><published>2005-09-17T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T10:04:05.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip it up!</title><content type='html'>Wow, last night was pretty intense, and we didn't even got to Power Hour at the Purple Onion. Cudos to MZ for a great house party. Now if he only got a lock on his bedroom door, he would have had a better party. Hahahaha. It's not often I get to wear my faux silk pajamas and bathrobe out in public. Suprisingly, nobody asked any questions. I guess Ian's dancing distracted everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-112697304596306284?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/112697304596306284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=112697304596306284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112697304596306284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112697304596306284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2005/09/rip-it-up.html' title='Rip it up!'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-112676991595892449</id><published>2005-09-15T02:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T10:36:12.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard on the picket line...</title><content type='html'>Donch update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm on strike. It's hard to think of "taking time off" from my life of doing pretty much nothing when I was working. Life is now filled with random road trips and kittens with wings. Whee.  It's 1 am, and I feel like going to bed, but then again, I really don't need to get up tommorow morning. I'll give you a run down of my day instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 - Wake up only because I'm not at my house, and can't crash here all day. Or can I...&lt;br /&gt;0805 - Drive Girlfriend to work. &lt;br /&gt;0900 - Bored already, play some Madden on PS2.&lt;br /&gt;1000 - No computer can beat me! Doesn't hurt that we handicap the AI, but a win is a win.&lt;br /&gt;1100 - Did some heavy reading for about 5 minutes. Whew, took a lot out of me. Nap time.&lt;br /&gt;1330 - Wake up, have some lunch, watch roomate Jason play Madden.&lt;br /&gt;1500 - The 3 of us lounge around the house trying to decide what new video games we can play.&lt;br /&gt;1700 - Play Madden against roomate Aaron. These matches are tense, and no woman or child should be allowed to listen to our swearing and bitching. Too much drama!&lt;br /&gt;1800 - Can't believe I lost to this guy. Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/AZ%20House%20Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/AZ%20House%20Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me. The Oilers just had their anual Joey Moss Cup game. No particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 - Finished my bitching. Clean kitchen to feel like I did something today, and possibly get a buzz from oven cleaner. Oh yeah, that's what I needed. I'm king of the world again!&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Guess I better shower today. Check.&lt;br /&gt;2100 - Weasel out of going out drinking. If only they had told me there would be karaoke before they left, I may have gotten motivated. It's not that I like to sing that much, but I like people to feel awkward and uncomfortable, which is how people look when they have to listen to me sing. &lt;br /&gt;2200 - Britney Spears had her baby! Kevin Federline, you are a dirty man for tainting her with your demon seed. I will never think of Britney the same way. Now millions of bored men will have to wait for Jamie-Lynn Spears 18th, or first Maxim cover, to think about a Spears girl the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the night spent sorting MP3's, trying to figure out how to play poker online, and looking at old pictures. Just to take some of the heat off of Aaron, here is an equally poor picture of me. This is from the classic &lt;em&gt;Darcy Aluminum Head&lt;/em&gt; series, the morning after I had watched Signs for the first time at Ian and Karine's, and was a little freaked out. It's no Darsee, but then again, what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/1600/Picture%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6480/1598/320/Picture%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-112676991595892449?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/112676991595892449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=112676991595892449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112676991595892449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112676991595892449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-is-hard-on-picket-line.html' title='Life is hard on the picket line...'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749896.post-112675175370758329</id><published>2005-09-14T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:47:36.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, greeting, blah, blah, blah...</title><content type='html'>Well, welcome to the dank world of Edmonton. Hopefully this shared blog will arouse your interest. There are 5 key players here, all represented in the JJILD lettering. Growing impatient waiting for our other friends to update their own blogs, eventually we got sick of just bitching about it, and tried to set something up ourselves. Now having a blog is one thing, having a blog littered with Arnie references is another, and having a good blog is completely serperate from the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like the Scribe layout of the blog. It makes me feel classy like only a scribe layout or some whore red lipstick could. Halloween is only a month away, but already my plans to combine the 2 into a sexy scribe costume are well underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749896-112675175370758329?l=jjild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/feeds/112675175370758329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16749896&amp;postID=112675175370758329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112675175370758329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749896/posts/default/112675175370758329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jjild.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-greeting-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Welcome, greeting, blah, blah, blah...'/><author><name>JJILD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12300902704679978162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
