<?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-2390740489233028095</id><updated>2012-01-07T21:08:18.406-05:00</updated><category term='Steroids make me strong'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Wade's Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>Check out the latest rants at Wade's Blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-5270510076929833654</id><published>2010-09-17T08:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:36:12.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My back.  My right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJNfZYxh3sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ifpXSI63Ffk/s1600/simpItchyScratchy1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJNfZYxh3sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ifpXSI63Ffk/s320/simpItchyScratchy1_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517858858210549442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that a day has passed and I've had time to reflect, I must admit that I was remiss by not thanking Newman.  Newman is one of my favorite co-workers, and it's not just because of his generous back massages, or the endearing way he mispronounces the syllable "un".  He's a doer.  He makes things happen, like finding back scratchers. That's why I agree with part of what he said &lt;a href="http://newmansblogosphere.blogspot.com/2010/09/wade-toni-ryan-and-backscratcher.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely owe him a debt of gratitude in saving my itchy back.  I must defend myself though, and all back scratchers from around the world.  It's not easy to live with dry skin.  So when a local bank was handing out back scratchers in their courtesy bags at last year's Freedom Festival, by golly I was happy to take them up on their generous offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right to scratch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-5270510076929833654?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/5270510076929833654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-back-my-right.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5270510076929833654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5270510076929833654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-back-my-right.html' title='My back.  My right.'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJNfZYxh3sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ifpXSI63Ffk/s72-c/simpItchyScratchy1_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-5124358914135464918</id><published>2010-09-16T14:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:52:25.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJJnIi3w43I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qKayxsr11pM/s1600/2010-09-16+14.14.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJJnIi3w43I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qKayxsr11pM/s320/2010-09-16+14.14.58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517585889979589490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there was no thief. Yup, the back scratcher was hiding next to the printer in the promotions office.  However.  There are lots of shady types in this office.  One in particular.  Let's call her...."Roni Tyan".  Roni seems to think that my utensil was hidden in the PST studio.  Clearly she is mistaken.  My scatcher could not be more different than the one she claims is mine.  "Alarmist"?  I think not Ms. Tyan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-5124358914135464918?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/5124358914135464918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/09/perhaps-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5124358914135464918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5124358914135464918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/09/perhaps-not.html' title='Perhaps not...'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJJnIi3w43I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qKayxsr11pM/s72-c/2010-09-16+14.14.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-8624685296490106952</id><published>2010-09-16T09:30:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:41:39.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thief Amongst Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJIdDKhkGhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/78SSwb9WH4U/s1600/Wood-Back-Scratcher-W--1-Rolle-221816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517504433684224530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJIdDKhkGhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/78SSwb9WH4U/s320/Wood-Back-Scratcher-W--1-Rolle-221816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously disturbing. That's the only words to describe this morning's events. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My back &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scratcher&lt;/span&gt; is missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For over a year, it's been in my studio in the exact same place. Right next to the keyboard I'm typing on right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What fiend would steal another man's relief? What deviant would want to be in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; of my DNA? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the person who committed this travesty...know that this transgression will not go unpunished. Also know that I've used that back &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scratcher&lt;/span&gt; to scratch many things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The least of which is my back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So enjoy all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-8624685296490106952?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/8624685296490106952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/09/thief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/8624685296490106952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/8624685296490106952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/09/thief.html' title='A Thief Amongst Us'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/TJIdDKhkGhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/78SSwb9WH4U/s72-c/Wood-Back-Scratcher-W--1-Rolle-221816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-4329553548028509554</id><published>2010-08-31T10:52:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:32:45.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the what, now?</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Okay, this semi-annual argument is kind of like shooting fish in a barrel, but here it goes again. Did you ever read the 'stupid news' section of the newspaper? It's where they put unimportant, trivial, ridiculous pieces that make absolutely no sense. That's where they should have released the latest "Dancing With the Stars" lineup. Once again, the word "star" is cheapened more and more to the point that any weight or importance it once carried, is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543824"&gt;Audrina Patridge&lt;/a&gt; – "The Hills Hottie"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543825"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt; – "R&amp;amp;B's Platinum Girl"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543826"&gt;Bristol Palin&lt;/a&gt; – "Alaska's Most Famous Daughter"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543827"&gt;David Hasselhoff&lt;/a&gt; – "The Hoff"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543828"&gt;Florence Henderson&lt;/a&gt; – "America's Mom"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543829"&gt;Jennifer Grey&lt;/a&gt; – "The Original Dirty Dancer"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543830"&gt;Kurt Warner&lt;/a&gt; – "The Superbowl Success Story"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543831"&gt;Kyle Massey&lt;/a&gt; – "Disney Channel Dynamo"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543832"&gt;Margaret Cho&lt;/a&gt; – "Comedy's Most Outrageous"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543833"&gt;Michael Bolton&lt;/a&gt; – "The Balladeer" &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543834"&gt;Mike Sorrentino&lt;/a&gt; – "The Situation"&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/dancing-with-the-stars/season-11-stars/ThemeGallery/543835"&gt;Rick Fox&lt;/a&gt; – "Basketball's Foxiest Champion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I've never seen "The Hills". Never will, but am positive she's not a "star". Florence Henderson, granted does have Wessonality, but is now amusing for different reasons than she used to be. The Hoff is a punchline in any country not named Germany (although his roast on Comedy Central was friggin' hilarious!). Gun in my mouth I couldn't tell you who Kyle Massey or Rick Fox are. Margaret Cho, Brandy and Michael Bolton...peripheral at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the biggest travesty of the season that makes Kate Gosselin seem as big of a star as Julia Roberts. Bristol Palin. Single mother. Daughter of a politician (not even politician). Teenager. Yup, all of these things, but how could you ever even remotely put her name and the word STAR on the same stupid show promo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bristol &lt;em&gt;(holds up hand).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a "star". &lt;em&gt;(jumps out of window, gets into car and drives across country, holds up hand again).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more willing to buy that it actually wasn't Paris Hilton's coke, then a bogus claim that Bristol Palin is a "star".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we've established that there are in fact NO stars on this season. But now it's time to answer the semi-annual question of "who is the CLOSEST thing to a star"? Well, J-Grey has the most &lt;em&gt;movie&lt;/em&gt; success, though not in like 20 years, back when she unnecessarily fixed her nose. Athletes don't count. Which leaves us TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest &lt;em&gt;star&lt;/em&gt; (tongue placed firmly in cheek) right now is...(drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SITUATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTL baby. All the way to that stupid mirror ball thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-4329553548028509554?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/4329553548028509554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-with-what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4329553548028509554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4329553548028509554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/08/dancing-with-what-now.html' title='Dancing with the what, now?'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-4187896650393309853</id><published>2010-08-30T11:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:37:33.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps at work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/THvObyXNmJI/AAAAAAAAADk/at3bJ_iXr5w/s1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511225545788856466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/THvObyXNmJI/AAAAAAAAADk/at3bJ_iXr5w/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of companies including Google (shocking) have recently begun implementing naps into their workday routines. Yeah, "naps". Don't think George from "Seinfeld" hiding under his desk with a pillow and alarm clock. These are high tech sleeping pods, specially set up by your employer. 20 minutes in the tank and you'll be refreshed and ready to attack your chores once again, presumably to save your boss money since now you'll be working instead of slouching and wishing you could take a nap. Sure, certain jobs would be difficult. I'm fairly certain my boss wouldn't let me walk out of the studio for 20 minutes. That's why we just nap &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the studio. Restaurant and hospital workers, forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; it...probably doesn't apply to rescue workers or law enforcement either. But in the office environment, this could take off. Think about it. No more putting your head down. Just grab your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and head off to a snooze pod. Some companies are outsourcing the nap. You can take a break, but it would cost you $15 for a 20 minute snooze in the nap tank. So if allowed, would you pay $15 for not only a 20 minute break at work, but a sanctioned, uninterrupted, full out &lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;? What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-4187896650393309853?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/4187896650393309853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/08/naps-at-work.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4187896650393309853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4187896650393309853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/08/naps-at-work.html' title='Naps at work?'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/THvObyXNmJI/AAAAAAAAADk/at3bJ_iXr5w/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-5248937353885176835</id><published>2010-05-24T12:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:21:58.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST...but not forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S_qw--DcWXI/AAAAAAAAADc/WL-MzdVPCaQ/s1600/lost_cast_s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474882892878076274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S_qw--DcWXI/AAAAAAAAADc/WL-MzdVPCaQ/s320/lost_cast_s2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Check out PST On Demand to hear Newman, Dave and I discuss our thoughts about the series finale at length). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face it. We're never going to see...or rather "experience" another show like LOST ever again. It's impossible, because it wouldn't be the first of it's kind. That was part of the reason we loved it so much. Plenty of attempts will be made, to duplicate what happened...(hello, a series named FLASH FORWARD). We'll get vague stories encouraging us to speculate...to captivate us...generate "water cooler" buzz, and fuel internet theorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it won't work. Not like this did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOST was not a perfect show...but it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; perfectly cast. Can you imagine anyone other than Josh Holloway wisecracking as Sawyer? Could someone else's eyes pierce like Michael Emerson's Ben Linus? The character of Jack wasn't supposed to last very long, until Matthew Fox stepped into it. Hugo, Jin, Sun, Locke...every single character was convincingly fleshed out. From the very first frame of the 2004 pilot....week to week...season to season, we became glued to our televisions, and were treated to a very un-television like experience. Top notch dialogue...gorgeous cinematography...a Hollywood worthy score...LOST, especially those first two seasons was - simply put - as good as television can be. No it wasn't 6 years of consistency, and it certainly didn't zoom out to show us all of the answers we needed...nor did it finish like some of us may have wanted. However what LOST did do, was deliver an amazing vision with scope never before imagined outside a movie theater. The bar has truly been raised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When LOST premiered, I lived alone on my own...not unhappy but alone. I first started seriously dating my now wife Amy just before the start of Season 3, and I pretty much &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; her watch Seasons 1 and 2 that summer to catch up. I'm glad I did...because it was a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; tough show to watch alone. You needed someone to bounce ideas off of. It was fun, but it was also work. Extraordinarily enjoyable work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sorry for those who never got on board, but I'm tremendously happy I did. That she did. Here's to LOST...a fitting time to get off an amazing ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you in another life, brotha...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-5248937353885176835?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/5248937353885176835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/05/lostbut-not-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5248937353885176835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5248937353885176835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/05/lostbut-not-forgotten.html' title='LOST...but not forgotten'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S_qw--DcWXI/AAAAAAAAADc/WL-MzdVPCaQ/s72-c/lost_cast_s2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-4674606112394667152</id><published>2010-05-10T10:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:12:09.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation:  My Visit With a Stranger from IDIOT-JERKVILLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S-ghghll1rI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqUQ49KpYsQ/s1600/Tailgating_2370_19270583_0_0_7038196_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469658590097036978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S-ghghll1rI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqUQ49KpYsQ/s320/Tailgating_2370_19270583_0_0_7038196_300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There’s a lot to be said for regional customs and local traditions. Yet throughout the years, may conflicts have occurred because of language barriers, inaccurate translations and cultural differences. That’s what I believe happened late last week when….ummm. Gosh, I never did get the gentleman’s name. In that case, I’ll objectively refer to him as POOPY-HEAD MORON. His car had IDIOT-JERKVILLE plates, so he wasn’t a local boy. He was a foreign stranger, from a strange land where things are different. See the definition of the word "merge" for example: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;merge&lt;/strong&gt; – [murj] verb (used without object) To combine or unite into a single enterprise, organization, body etc;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;em&gt;The two lanes merged into one without incident as all drivers were clearly sane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idiot-Jerkville definition:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;merge&lt;/strong&gt; – [murj] verb (used however you like) To forge ahead of others at all costs&lt;br /&gt;regardless of circumstances, including risk of bodily harm, etc;&lt;br /&gt;Example: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The POOPIE-HEAD MORON from IDIOT-JERKVILLE got so close to me as we merged, the&lt;br /&gt;only thing between our cars was the red light from my break lights…which should&lt;br /&gt;have served as a subtle, yet polite warning instead of the ignition to the&lt;br /&gt;powder keg which was his semi-educated rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if POOPIE was a safe distance from my car, then the quick break light shouldn’t have angered him at all. When we I finally made my right turn, POOPIE-HEAD MORON from IDIOT-JERKVILLE sped by just a little close and very loudly, complete with his girlfriend’s single finger wave. Since this must be their custom, I thought it would be impolite of me not to wave back, so I rolled down the window and gave them a very big wave with fingers on both hands. And then they were gone. I sure will miss POOPIE-HEAD MORON and his perfect gal by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my joy when only a short block later, I saw that my new bestest friend, POOPIE-HEAD MORON from IDIOT-JERKVILLE had whipped around the corner at full throttle in order to meet me at the next intersection and take his rightful place behind my car. They must’ve missed me as much as I missed them! Now this time they were a bit closer then before, so I lit my break lights just a tad longer, and with a bit of an unpredictable rhythm. This is where I discovered our language barrier was worse than I thought. Seems POOPIE and his number one squeeze were not enjoying this new and improved light show at all. No they sure weren’t. So I again waved to them in an attempt to calm them down, and shouted some more words of encouragement. I even used a few of the four letter words they’d been sharing from their primitive dialect…but to no avail. That’s when I decided that it was time. Yup, the perfect time to make “First Contact” with my strangers from IDIOT-JERKVILLE. Wondering how history would remember this moment, I pulled over to the side of the road and let them come to me. That’s what you do. You put your hand out and let them sniff around a bit, as not to scare them. It didn’t work. It seems we just didn’t speak the same language. POOPIE seemed to not even hear my claim of “not wanting to die because he was in a hurry”. POOPIE-HEAD then got out of his car and even invited me out of mine. I thanked him, but explained that although I was flattered by his tempting offer, picking up my son seemed a bit more appropriate then dancing with him in front of a day care center. I did however invite him to get back into his own car and drive away. I even offered him a police escort to sweeten the deal. Any-who, that was the end of that. POOPIE and his most bestest super well spoken gal pal sped off into the afternoon. It’s a shame real. Another wasted opportunity, with our two cultures coming together, yet learning so little about each other. Well, except that POOPIE HEAD-HEAD MORONS from IDIOT-JERKVILLE are very, very dangerous drivers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gosh, I sure hope nothing happens to him next time he drives into a strange land…you know, like a tree. As a society, we would be robbed of the wealth of knowledge that POOPIE has to offer…and that would be a real loss for both of our cultures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-4674606112394667152?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/4674606112394667152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-in-translation-my-visit-with.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4674606112394667152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4674606112394667152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-in-translation-my-visit-with.html' title='Lost in Translation:  My Visit With a Stranger from IDIOT-JERKVILLE'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S-ghghll1rI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqUQ49KpYsQ/s72-c/Tailgating_2370_19270583_0_0_7038196_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-1970086051162585668</id><published>2010-03-11T10:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:50:17.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN LETTER TO KATE GOSSELIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S5kPhRBS16I/AAAAAAAAADI/KdNcfeWAFGM/s1600-h/not+kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S5kPhRBS16I/AAAAAAAAADI/KdNcfeWAFGM/s320/not+kate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447402288460257186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be hard to swallow, so please take a breathe. Perhaps take a seat and prepare yourself for a steamy, hot mug of reality. Kate, despite what the empty heads at ABC may claim, wish or would have you think...you are in fact, &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a star. &lt;br /&gt;I know, it's a tough one to swallow. I mean, for several years, you and your ex-husband allowed cameras into your home for a silly, yet enjoyable show who's time is passed. But I need to point out an often overlooked equation I'm sure you missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reality" tv does not = STAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fun facts. You have NEVER been on a real television show. You have NEVER been on a film set. In fact, you have NEVER read scripted lines. You have NEVER performed music professionally. Your claim to fame is biological. Your eggs hatched 8 babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize you're busy with your fake fame, so thank you for taking the time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Wade...and a whole lot of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-1970086051162585668?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/1970086051162585668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-letter-to-kate-gosselin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/1970086051162585668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/1970086051162585668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-letter-to-kate-gosselin.html' title='OPEN LETTER TO KATE GOSSELIN'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S5kPhRBS16I/AAAAAAAAADI/KdNcfeWAFGM/s72-c/not+kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-3109957891075448716</id><published>2010-03-04T07:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:41:13.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST WITHOUT CLUES?</title><content type='html'>I have been a fan of LOST since season 1 (okay season 2, but I caught up by watching season one on dvd in a weekend marathon). For about the last 3 years or so, fellow LOST fans have started to get under by skin because of a weekly criticism that's starting to sound like a broken record (kids check out wikipedia for that reference under "vinyl". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Thursday (this year Wednesday) morning we get a replay of these 4 words..."It didn't answer anything!". Okay, yes it's often that we don't get "answers", but isn't that part of the fun? Check that, isn't that ALL of the fun? How would you like to watch an episode of CSI where the killer is revealed in the first few scenes? Replays of baseball games aren't the same when it's the fifth inning and you already know who won. Big picture. Patience. This show had huge ratings that have dwindled over the years and I know why. For one, some people just can't keep up with the complicated plot (that was a polite way of saying something else). Secondly, nobody has any patience. There hasn't been a show in our lifetime that's captivated it's audience and dominated water cooler talk the way LOST has. If you're a fan, it's not likely we're going to go through something this fun for a long time, if ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would you want to know &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;before the end? I'm not sure it's possible to get 6 years worth of answers for everything in the remaining 10 plus episodes, nor a series finale that can please everyone. I for one am willing to reserve judgement until we've seen everything there is to see. Yes it can be a little frustrating at times, so I suggest doing what I do...relax and enjoy the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-3109957891075448716?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/3109957891075448716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-without-clues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3109957891075448716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3109957891075448716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-without-clues.html' title='LOST WITHOUT CLUES?'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-1768168055318874768</id><published>2010-02-01T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:50:41.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE BLUE PEOPLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2cFuZtJ0iI/AAAAAAAAACI/_4mr2MVBhU4/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2cFuZtJ0iI/AAAAAAAAACI/_4mr2MVBhU4/s200/avatar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433317770178187810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few years a movie comes out that I REALLY want to see. Avatar was this year's candidate and it delivered. The basic story was good. Not great, not anything you haven't seen before in one form or another. The real star is them there cozy 3D glasses and all the 3D goodness it brings with it. Being forced to sit in the first 5 rows (20 minutes early turns out wasn't nearly early enough), actually ended up being a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thing, as we were even more immersed into the world of Pandora. People are saying how the story didn't matter, however this whole 3D experience wouldn't have worked at all with a BAD story. Avatar was far from a bad story. Okay, so if you're idea of escaping to the movies is "Hope Floats", this may not be your ideal way to spend 2 hours and 40 minutes. For me though, the movie theater was &lt;em&gt;made &lt;/em&gt;for adventures like this. If I'm going to the movies, I'd prefer to end up somewhere REAL far away. As a whole, the entire experience was something amazingly new and I completely recommend it.  Avatar is something you need to experience for the first time with the 3D and preferably IMAX.  Do not wait for the dvd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-1768168055318874768?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/1768168055318874768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-blue-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/1768168055318874768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/1768168055318874768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-blue-people.html' title='I SEE BLUE PEOPLE!'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2cFuZtJ0iI/AAAAAAAAACI/_4mr2MVBhU4/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-6303387898740846378</id><published>2010-01-12T13:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:20:50.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT BEGINS TONIGHT! (OR ENDS)</title><content type='html'>It's official...and tonight we're all set for the last season of American Idol with Simon Cowell...and the first without Paula.  I'm wondering if FOX is going to make a big deal of that fact right off the bat.  They could let it sit for now...make a splash when Ellen comes on board on Hollywood...then really pump it up in May for the last month with Simon.  We'll find out.  I'm psyched.  I definitely enjoy watching Idol, just maybe not the entirely too many hours spend doing so...particularly early on.  &lt;br /&gt;Without question "TIVO-time" is the best way (or the only way) to watch.  You don't have to necessarily record it either...just let the show start without you.  &lt;br /&gt;About 30-45 minutes should do it.  During that time you could clean the bathroom.  Walk the dog.  Or stare at the tv while it's off. That's up to you.  Then you back up the dvr and begin watching...never again hostage to the boring backstory for the guy you KNOW isn't going through..(because they shoot it outside the studio, not at their house).  Eventually you will catch up to "LIVE TV" and that's a very depressing moment, but you'll get over it soon.  I find that women prefer more of that stuff though, where guys just need the performance.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-6303387898740846378?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/6303387898740846378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-begins-tonight-or-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/6303387898740846378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/6303387898740846378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-begins-tonight-or-ends.html' title='IT BEGINS TONIGHT! (OR ENDS)'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-7778210829575419076</id><published>2010-01-07T17:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:32:44.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>WILL YOU WATCH IDOL IF...</title><content type='html'>We're less then one week away from a brand new season of AMERICAN IDOL! So, for the first few weeks at least, get out the chains and chackles, and get ready to be taken hostage by the annual mix of auditions.  Resolve your Tivo conflicts, because if you're like me, you can plow through the typical 2 hour in about 40 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different though this season.  No Paula.  Will that affect how fast you become a regular viewer this season?  I actually think I'll be compelled to watch quicker this season.  I liked Paula, not a hater.  She was obviously a lot more forgiving then the other judges.  She did give hope to the contestants though, and that may be missed.  She was the "nicest", without question.  That I will miss.  The dancing while one of her favorites were performing, I will not miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember though, Ellen won't be on board for a while.  She wasn't signed til after the auditions, so there will be an empty 4th seat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, rumor is that there could be no Simon.  That is a game changer.  To be honest, I'm not entirely sure I will be such a faithful watcher if that's the case.  Opinions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-7778210829575419076?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/7778210829575419076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-you-watch-idol-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/7778210829575419076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/7778210829575419076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/01/will-you-watch-idol-if.html' title='WILL YOU WATCH IDOL IF...'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-504339107857979653</id><published>2010-01-05T14:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:47:23.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY IMPORTANT DAY TO ME</title><content type='html'>Today is an important day to me.  Directly, it has nothing to do with me, but indirectly it has changed me forever. &lt;br /&gt;Today is my wife Amy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;If she were never born, I wouldn't be who I am today.  &lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't have been there to help me through my life's worst memories.  &lt;br /&gt;Or to help in creating my life's happiest ones.&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't have been there to walk down the aisle with me.  &lt;br /&gt;Or to give life to my son Jake. &lt;br /&gt;Worst of all for me, I may have settled for someone inferior to her in every way. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Amy!  I guess your birthday is important to me...&lt;em&gt;directly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-504339107857979653?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/504339107857979653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-important-day-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/504339107857979653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/504339107857979653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-important-day-to-me.html' title='A VERY IMPORTANT DAY TO ME'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-4480602867192505060</id><published>2009-12-22T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:11:21.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO GO SHOPPIN'</title><content type='html'>My wife and her sister decided this past Saturday was the perfect day to go on a 7 hour shopping marathon.  It would've been.  Except that there was a blizzard.  With 3 shopping days to go, I'll be venturing to the malls &lt;strong&gt;today &lt;/strong&gt;to begin my annual rite of passage, "Holiday Shopping the Week of Christmas".  To be honest though, I actually &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;waiting to almost the last minute.  There's a lot more holiday spirit in the air then say, August...when a certain PST Wake-UP Crew co-host is essentially &lt;em&gt;done &lt;/em&gt;her shopping.  Yup.  Nothing like wrapping up a set of wine glasses by the pool.  To be honest, I've already ordered a few gifts online, so technically today won't be the start...but it will be my first physical venture into the mob.  Deck the Halls!&lt;br /&gt;When do you begin your shopping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-4480602867192505060?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/4480602867192505060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-go-shoppin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4480602867192505060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4480602867192505060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-go-shoppin.html' title='TIME TO GO SHOPPIN&apos;'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-3960191751638032719</id><published>2009-12-21T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:27:56.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORST SURVIVOR FINALE...EVER</title><content type='html'>Spoiler alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Natalie walks away with 7 votes to Russel's 2.  Russel arguably played the game as good as, or better than any Survivor contestant to date.  Sure he was an egotistical jerk at times, but he backed it.  Found 2 immunity idols without a single clue and pulled the strings for the entire 39 days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie sat there and did what Russel told her to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that warrant $1million?  Hurt feelings or not, the jury needs to separate the game from real life, and their hurt feelings.  Grow up and vote accordingly.  They didn't this time.  Maybe when Russel returns for the next All Star edition, they will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-3960191751638032719?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/3960191751638032719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/worst-survivor-finaleever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3960191751638032719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3960191751638032719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/worst-survivor-finaleever.html' title='WORST SURVIVOR FINALE...EVER'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-4552167440385062377</id><published>2009-12-18T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:59:05.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER NATURE WINS</title><content type='html'>Today I am a defeated man.  No, not because I'll most likely be in the hospital with a hernia or pierced spleen after shoveling snow this weekend.  I would welcome that instead of the shame I wear today...wear in the form of...a coat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, until this morning I was firmly engaged in my annual battle with ...you know, what's her name.  Right around late October or early November, I usually lose the first round of our epic war.  I surrender to the elements, and sadly pack up my shorts for the winter.  However, coats at this point are still unthinkable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there may be a day here and there that a light something or other is necessary.  But once the "coat" comes out, that means it won't go back until the following spring.  The final nail is in the coffin of FALL.  Curse you Mother Nature!  You've already killed Summer, isn't that enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahhhhhhnnnnn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I man, "Mother Nature!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat Miser, we need you now more then ever, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-4552167440385062377?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/4552167440385062377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/mother-nature-wins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4552167440385062377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/4552167440385062377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/mother-nature-wins.html' title='MOTHER NATURE WINS'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-1596676249614520494</id><published>2009-12-09T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:31:01.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JERSEY IDIOTS</title><content type='html'>Have you seen it, have you seen it? The latest non-music sensation to ooze from that journalistic icon we know as MTV...Music Television.  "Jersey Shore".  The show follows 4 Guidos (their term, not mine) and 4 Guidettes (also their term) as they're paired up in a Jersey Shore apartment.  In return, the empty heads (my term, not theirs)have to slave away at a t-shirt store on the boardwalk, all while they dodge life's many obstacles...i.e. throwing up, cheating on your boyfriend and getting into bar fights while out with our friends. During the episode I saw, they failed at all three.  Who doessn't love it when a girl promisses her boyfriend she won't cheat while away from home, and does it on the (wait for it)...very first night!  Look, is it crap tv?  Absolutely.  Is it entertaining?  Yes.  This reality trash is better then the other reality trash, because we go into it knowing the only possible outcome is for these sex craved morons to come off looking like the one dimensional idiots they are.  I love it!  Who doesn't feel a little nostalgic for the time when the most important thing on your mind was whether you might ever get a little action?  I think many of us used to be just a little like them when I we were 15.  Even though their not.  They range from 21 to 27 (The Situation).  Brainless fun.  Break out the beer funnel and let's watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-1596676249614520494?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/1596676249614520494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/jersey-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/1596676249614520494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/1596676249614520494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/12/jersey-idiots.html' title='JERSEY IDIOTS'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-7827409738927433092</id><published>2009-11-16T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:16:13.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, MOVIES ON THE WEATHER CHANNEL?</title><content type='html'>I was laying in bed the other night wondering what the weather would be like the next day.  Since I'm not getting up to go online, the obvious choice was to put on The Weather Channel.  This did not sound like a difficult challenge, finding the weather forcast.  I've accomplished that goal many times before, and was completely confident I would be back to watching Family Guy within minutes.  Only problem was that on this particular evening, The Weather Channel was not providing their regular service, they were instead showing the 1990 Stephen King movie "Misery".  I would have double checked to make sure I was on the right channel, but there in the lower right corner was the familiar Weather Channel logo.  Hmmm.  Must be just a clip or something, so let's check the guide.  Nope.  They're showing the entire movie.  My first question was a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would a channel that is known for only weather, &lt;em&gt;completely &lt;/em&gt;change who they are for 107 minutes.  Don't get me wrong, I love this movie.  That's why I have it on dvd.  When I want to watch it, I put it in the dvd player.  I don't sit in bed with my fingers crossed hoping it's going to randomly pop up on The Weather Channel.  Just like I don't hope "Shindler's List" is going to surprise me on Food Network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why "Misery"?  Because Paul Sheldon shouldn't have been driving in the &lt;em&gt;SNOW &lt;/em&gt;that day.  If you have to show a movie, wouldn't "Twister" be a more appropriate pick?  "The Day After Tomorrow" maybe?  Better yet just don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a new trend.   In recent months I've come across "Flubber" (not a cartoon) on Cartoon Network, "Extreme Makeover" (not classic tv) on TV Land, The National Lampoon Vacation movies on Travel Channel (??), and original Star Wars trilogy on MTV.  I will avoid the tired line of MTV not playing videos, but there is nothing they can do to convince me to watch a two hour movie in a three and a half hour time slot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  Three and a half hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I speak for most when I say...enough.  TLC, MTV, TWC, leave movies to the movie channels.  Stop trying to be something you're not and just do what you do.  The people have spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-7827409738927433092?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/7827409738927433092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-movies-on-weather-channel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/7827409738927433092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/7827409738927433092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-movies-on-weather-channel.html' title='OMG, MOVIES ON THE WEATHER CHANNEL?'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-3335198148750188520</id><published>2009-10-30T07:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:40:31.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR OF FUN</title><content type='html'>Hard to believe, today is our son Jake's 1 year birthday!  It seems like only yesterday Amy and I were in the hopspital preparing for the un-preparable:)  In case you missed it, here's a recap of his first year!  We had a birthday party for him and this is the video birthday card I put together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoLc5LGTtk0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-3335198148750188520?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/3335198148750188520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-of-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3335198148750188520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3335198148750188520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-of-fun.html' title='ONE YEAR OF FUN'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-6286859364316557363</id><published>2009-10-13T13:32:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:06:50.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU BETTER STAY HERE:  THE ADVENTURES OF JERK CAR.  FROM THE FILES OF PST POLICE SQUAD</title><content type='html'>Life throws curveballs all the time, so once in a while it's nice to avoid one.  This weekend my wife and I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JUST MISSED&lt;/span&gt; a car that pulled out, attempting to make a right on red.  The car immediately in front of us was not as lucky, and was forced to veer to the right, clipping another vehicle.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;-car was a young woman a young man I assume was her teen son.  After I was done blaring my horn for about 20 seconds and had come to a complete stop, she finally decided to complete her illegal right turn slowing directly to my left, held there by the rush of cars that had poured into a single lane.  Her window was down.  So was mine.  I kept my message brief and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better stay here".&lt;br /&gt;She did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two cars involved were very happy that Amy's eagle eyes had enabled her to jot down the license plate number of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;-car.  We couldn't stay at the scene because we had our baby Jake with us, but gave everyone our information and assured them it was neither's fault.  This morning I got a call from the officer involved to fill in some blanks and help what I could.  Later this week, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jerk&lt;/span&gt;-car will get a call from the same officer...maybe even a visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the law.  &lt;br /&gt;Case closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-6286859364316557363?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/6286859364316557363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-better-stay-here-adventures-of-jerk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/6286859364316557363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/6286859364316557363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-better-stay-here-adventures-of-jerk.html' title='YOU BETTER STAY HERE:  THE ADVENTURES OF JERK CAR.  FROM THE FILES OF PST POLICE SQUAD'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-5484362402284691878</id><published>2009-08-25T05:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:23:18.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WRATH OF GOD</title><content type='html'>What an awesome weekend.  What did I do?  Well, I spend some quality time with my boy...uhh....watched a great Yankee game Friday night.  What else...hmmm.  Oh yeah...almost forgot.  I had raging water destroy my car and part of my living room in a flash flood!  But on the upside, it was perfect for swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msEdaABH0C4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-5484362402284691878?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/5484362402284691878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrath-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5484362402284691878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5484362402284691878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/08/wrath-of-god.html' title='WRATH OF GOD'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-2757578468184448420</id><published>2009-06-15T10:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:55:10.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST CONFESS...AN ANNOYING PROBLEM WITH REALITY TV</title><content type='html'>Summer means the onslaught of more reality tv shows...because they're cheap as heck to produce. They can bang out a month of episodes by running cameras for a weekend. I think I've figured out why I'm so not in love with the latest crop. They rely to much on "the confessional". That concept began with MTV'S THE REAL WORLD back when it &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;, what as intended...a place where cast members went to talk &lt;em&gt;only to the viewer&lt;/em&gt; about events as well as their private opinions. Now that concept has turned into "narrator"...adding virtually NOTHING to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example. "America's Next Top Model". The group of model wannabees are gathered in the kitchen talking. Then the door opens and in comes Tyra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONFESSIONAL MODEL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We was in the kitchen, and like then IN COMES TYRA! I was like WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONFESSIONAL MODEL #2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of a sudden, Tyra comes in the door! I'm like...oh wow, it's Tyra! Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Indeed. Thanks fo the insight. I never would have guessed that was actually Tyra Bank whom the camera clearly showed walking through the door on the set of her own show. More so, I would never suspect that you were surprised and happy, despite the camera following your scantily clad body jumping up and down in obvious delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We get it. We saw it. You don't have to explain in detail every single action, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after we've just seeen it. This goes for every reality show on the air. We can figure out even with the sound down. I beg you. LOSE THE CONFESSIONAL. It adds nothing. Or better yet, keep it and have them CONFESS something. Otherwise it's a big, annoying and frustrating waste of time...an even bigger insult to our intelligence then the simple fact we're actually this stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-2757578468184448420?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/2757578468184448420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-confessan-annoying-problem-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/2757578468184448420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/2757578468184448420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-confessan-annoying-problem-with.html' title='I MUST CONFESS...AN ANNOYING PROBLEM WITH REALITY TV'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-5675190660420207722</id><published>2009-06-11T06:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:11:32.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ACCIDENTALLY BOUGHT TWO TVS</title><content type='html'>So there I was.  Walking through one of those (okay, the one remaining local) chain store electronic place when the thought occurred to me.  I've paid off my balance on my (chain store) charge card.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Amy had asked if we could get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; for the kitchen - one of those "under the cabinet" jobs.  I'm getting sick of looking at that crappy "standard definition" box in our upstairs living room.  What's that?  Those 32 inch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lcds&lt;/span&gt; are on sale.  And look!  There's an "open box special"...saving me an additional $40.  I would be an irresponsible fool and horrible husband if I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; take advantage of this bargain.  In the cart.  Uh oh.  They don't carry those "under the cabinet" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tvs&lt;/span&gt; for the kitchen.  But what's the difference if I get a flip down version, or just a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;?  Say....19 inch?  Look, there's another "open box special".   I can save &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; $20.  Wow, I'm a great, GREAT husband, saving all of this money.  Why?  Because I love my wife and son.  Now I'll have more money which I can spend on food and clothes so they can live longer and look good while doing it.  In the cart.  As I proudly pushed my cart to the car, smile beeming,  I just know what that little boy who I passed was thinking.  He was thinking "there goes the greatest dad ever".  That's right little fella.  Little did he know, that I will also remember this event, as the day I accidentally bought two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tvs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-5675190660420207722?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/5675190660420207722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-accidentally-bought-two-tvs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5675190660420207722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5675190660420207722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-accidentally-bought-two-tvs.html' title='I ACCIDENTALLY BOUGHT TWO TVS'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-3190650566680231712</id><published>2009-05-15T07:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:58:56.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMEBODY'S GONE GET CUT!</title><content type='html'>So there I was...at the &lt;em&gt;"The Doctor's".&lt;/em&gt;  This freckle I've enjoyed most of my life, in a fairly private location had begun to look a little mole-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.  The powers that be decided to make it go away forever.  It's one of those moments when you try not to think about what's literally going on.  Then again, what else is there to do when I have my pants undone, staring at the ceiling so I won't bear witness the the micro-terror about to unfold.  Plus my brain feeds on those scenarios...taunts me, actually...so I painted the scene for myself.  I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; out on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;steel&lt;/span&gt; table.  Two women in front of me...one armed with a scalpel, and one ready to clean up my blood...in case I'm "a bleeder".  Her words, not mine.  I can feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beads&lt;/span&gt; of sweat begin to slide down the back of my leg, because this wasn't my idea.  I get nauseous for blood tests.  Just a needle, no knife.  Now toss in not only a very sharp knife, but one that's been specifically designed to cut me. I take a deep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bre&lt;/span&gt;...what's that?  You're done already?  Oh, okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-3190650566680231712?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/3190650566680231712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/05/somebodys-gone-get-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3190650566680231712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/3190650566680231712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/05/somebodys-gone-get-cut.html' title='SOMEBODY&apos;S GONE GET CUT!'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-440054536592388305</id><published>2009-04-30T08:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:41:46.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY (HALF) BIRTHDAY JAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/SfmY2YfwyCI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6eYuBrUo_g/s1600-h/2985_1140733440708_1298596255_30393149_3316472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330459694025721890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/SfmY2YfwyCI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6eYuBrUo_g/s200/2985_1140733440708_1298596255_30393149_3316472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks six months my son Jake officially entered our world! Seems like yesterday, yet it's also hard to remember our lives without him. If you've never been a parent, the first few months are rather eventless. Poop. Sleep. Feed. Repeat. The only real interaction is a stabbing cry at Godless hours of the night reminding you yet again that you're going to be tired once more tomorrow. You begin to ask questions...like "What was I thinking"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something changes. You begin to wake up on your own, wondering &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;you haven't been woken up. All of the sudden you're not complaining anymore. Then one day it happens, and everything falls into place. He (or she) looks up at you...and you get a smile. Not a side effect of gas or an incidental lip curl, but a real, intentional baby smile. Then you think...well, there's not really any words that can explain how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday Jake! Mommy and I can't wait for our next experience...that words can't explain:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-440054536592388305?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/440054536592388305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-half-birthday-jake.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/440054536592388305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/440054536592388305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-half-birthday-jake.html' title='HAPPY (HALF) BIRTHDAY JAKE!'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/SfmY2YfwyCI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6eYuBrUo_g/s72-c/2985_1140733440708_1298596255_30393149_3316472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-8638394967060742548</id><published>2009-04-23T08:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:45:37.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DIAL IDOL IS DONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/SfBiP_PPUTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tAI74kMQh20/s1600-h/ANOOP-DAWG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/SfBiP_PPUTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tAI74kMQh20/s200/ANOOP-DAWG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327866385992208690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was somewhat interesting back when it seemed DIAL IDOL was able to predict who may be going home on Wednesday nights. Last night may have been their worst "prediction" yet. Recap. They had "Lil Rounds" as the biggest vote getter, Anoop smack in the middle of the pack and Kris Allen in the bottom two. The final results were Lil and Anoop going home (hard to do if you've got more votes then anyone else), and Kris Allen as "safe". It's not surprising that DI can't figure this out anymore, as I'm sure a huge amount of those votes are texts. One only has to visit the ANOOP'S TROOPS forum at the show's site for a sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I got in ~1,200 text votes, and about ~600 phone votes.&lt;br /&gt;-I dont have unlimited texting, or id vote more. But I got about 1000 votes in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go. Only two voters and over 2200 uncounted votes by DI. Kick that up to the scale of over 40million votes and you get the idea. Thoughts?&lt;a href="http://http://myidol.americanidol.com/go/thread/view/32575/14199919/how_many_times_are_you_voting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-8638394967060742548?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/8638394967060742548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/04/dial-idol-is-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/8638394967060742548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/8638394967060742548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/04/dial-idol-is-done.html' title='DIAL IDOL IS DONE'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/SfBiP_PPUTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tAI74kMQh20/s72-c/ANOOP-DAWG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-8312091582094229278</id><published>2009-04-20T08:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:29:28.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always a catch...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a day when you say to yourself "why does this always happen to me"? Even when you're lucky enough to purchase something you want, there's always a catch.  There's always &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; that keeps it from being the ideal scenario.  Pretty selfish, I admit.  Okay, there are horrible things going on in the world, unfathomable atrocities that we couldn't &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; to realistically imagine at risk of perpetual nightmares.  I get it.  Perspective is a strong point of mine.  I also understand that my patio furniture doesn't register as even a blip on the lowest rung of relative global importance.  That said, it's been a long six months.  My wife, and then newborn moved into a house in November...that needed a very expen$ive sewer line within weeks.  Because they had to tear up the sidewalk, there has been a tape outside our house for 4 months.  Negative:  Can't pour concrete when it's wet.  Positive:  It's easy to give friends directions..."just look for the CSI police tape".  Since our miracle name Jake showed up in October, I can count the number of interrupted nights sleep we've had on one hand, and still have a thumb or so left over.  Sooooo, it's been culminating for some time.  That sunny spring day.  The finish line.  The afternoon we can kick back on the back deck and enjoy an adult spirit at our new "home".  Let's be  honest, it's really not your home until you can barbecue.  Tax return = patio furniture and BBQ for our empty deck.  That got here last week, and our friend was nice enough to volunteer his pickup to transport the HUGE boxes (what, are these things made of glass?) to my house.  The weather forecast for Saturday was sunny...and warm.  Long story (a little) short(er), one of the chairs is smashed beyond use.  Also, I can't fit the chair back into my  car.  I thought TETRIS would have paid off in this case, but not so much.  So yes, I got my cold beer on a warm spring day.  It was still a very good day.  But not &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;, because there's always a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the LCD tv tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;That was a worse day. &lt;br /&gt;A much worse day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only now able to talk about it...so I'll share that traumatic event soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-8312091582094229278?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/8312091582094229278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-always-catch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/8312091582094229278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/8312091582094229278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-always-catch.html' title='There&apos;s always a catch...'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-6616982902075693618</id><published>2009-02-11T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:39:14.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steroids make me strong'/><title type='text'>NEW YANKEE GEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Steroids make me strong" src="http://www.webwiseforradio.com/site_files/483/Image/wade/wadeblogafraud.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Yankee fan. However, I think I would actually drop a Benjamin for this, which incidentally is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; an actual product...just a product of my bored imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-6616982902075693618?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/6616982902075693618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-yankee-gear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/6616982902075693618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/6616982902075693618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-yankee-gear.html' title='NEW YANKEE GEAR'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390740489233028095.post-5842918949523273671</id><published>2009-02-10T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:50:18.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY</title><content type='html'>The last time Punxsutawney Phil did't see his shadow was 1999. I thought it would be appropriate today, if I catered to those who might not be the biggest fans of the littlest climate clairvoyant. So strap on the ol' feedbag and get ready for some down home viddles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contry-Style Groundhog&lt;br /&gt;1 groundhog&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. cooking oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. sugar&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:Clean and skin as soon as possible. Remove all sent glands. Cut off head, feet and tail. Cure in cool place by suspending from hook approximately 4 days. When ready to cook, lard according to recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Dress groundhog as for rabbit, removing the small sacs in the back and under the forearm. Soak groundhog overnight in salted water to remove wild flavor. Combine flour, salt, pepper and sada; rub into groundhog pieces. Brown grounhog in hot oil in skillet; sprinkle with sugar. Reduce heat; add 1/2 cup water. Cover; simmer for about 30 minutes or until tender. Remove cover; cook for 10 minutes longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390740489233028095-5842918949523273671?l=pstwade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/feeds/5842918949523273671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5842918949523273671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390740489233028095/posts/default/5842918949523273671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pstwade.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-groundhog-day.html' title='HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY'/><author><name>pstwade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13997999147422248662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzDUrF2xVT8/S2hOOFuXhJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qifDJ3WEbSQ/S220/wade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
