<?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-32989024</id><updated>2011-12-15T14:56:53.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dal-El</title><subtitle type='html'>The Penultimate Son of Krypton</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-5398059705472050104</id><published>2011-08-15T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:53:03.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Voice Impersonated</title><content type='html'>Last year, the radio station Classical 89 celebrated its 50th anniversary. Below are some TV commercials to announce this landmark achievement in broadcasting. 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Watch this year's video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKRj5WxQJcA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sKRj5WxQJcA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Arby's Day? Click &lt;a href="http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-annual-arbys-day-2009.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-3393299211070570756?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/3393299211070570756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=3393299211070570756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3393299211070570756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3393299211070570756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2010/10/third-annual-arbys-day-2010.html' title='Third Annual Arby&apos;s Day (2010)'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-3412803031452621049</id><published>2010-02-27T18:24:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:58:51.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy Blasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1W8R5TSNNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1W8R5TSNNk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take a hot dog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGK8M-Y2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YpGBe7nuXwg/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGK8M-Y2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YpGBe7nuXwg/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443099515915494242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuff it with some jack cheese,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGW6FKg8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Bqq1W-mDiUU/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGW6FKg8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Bqq1W-mDiUU/s400/IMG_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443099721504293826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fold it in a pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGd3QcsBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q8DHoj6Zy8A/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGd3QcsBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Q8DHoj6Zy8A/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443099841005400082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You got Cheesy Blasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGi5Dyz0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/yjtn4JfbIFo/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGi5Dyz0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/yjtn4JfbIFo/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443099927388540738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, Meat Cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nK4XCcvbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/V8VSUG3Za3A/s1600-h/meatcat.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nK4XCcvbI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/V8VSUG3Za3A/s400/meatcat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443104694259727794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-3412803031452621049?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/3412803031452621049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=3412803031452621049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3412803031452621049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3412803031452621049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheesy-blasters.html' title='Cheesy Blasters'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/S4nGK8M-Y2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YpGBe7nuXwg/s72-c/IMG_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-1956943196650628844</id><published>2009-12-09T21:07:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:10:25.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>Christmas, more than any other holiday, is steeped in tradition and when those traditions aren’t observed, they seem to detract from the season. Though we may share some traditions on a national, cultural and religious level, I have my own personal traditions that make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; Christmas a little more joyous. And like most traditions some originated in my childhood and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; - Nothing kicks off the holidays like eating ham, turkey, and roast beef in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popup.lala.com/popup/576742296240743653"&gt;Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time&lt;/a&gt; - This tradition has some stipulations. I need to hear this awesomely-bad song by the former Beatle on the radio, all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruity Pebbles Commercial&lt;/span&gt; - “Tis the season to be sharing, Fred.” It was always a delight to see Barney finally get some Fruity Pebbles. This commercial has been off the air for a while now and I had to make due with an old VHS (square DVD) copy I had. But thanks to YouTube, it is something we can all enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MadGwgiRgAM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MadGwgiRgAM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Denver &amp;amp; The Muppets: A Christmas Together&lt;/span&gt; - I need to listen to the best Christmas album ever recorded. As a kid, my family and I listened to the record (Big Black CD) so much that we wore it out and had to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SyB1vQ6SgNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TxkiFvPw4tU/s1600-h/muppetCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413456206953087186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SyB1vQ6SgNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TxkiFvPw4tU/s400/muppetCover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SyB1qQ88EzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3f0TMK9TBXU/s1600-h/muppetLiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413456121064854322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SyB1qQ88EzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3f0TMK9TBXU/s400/muppetLiner.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NyQuil&lt;/span&gt; - When I was younger, I was so anxious on Christmas Eve that I couldn’t sleep. My mom would give me some NyQuil to knock me out. Even though I no longer have trouble getting to sleep on December 24th, I still take a shot of the green stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Hard&lt;/span&gt; - The best Christmas movie ever made.&amp;nbsp;"Yippie-ki-yay and Merry Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/QIOX44m8ktc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIOX44m8ktc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QIOX44m8ktc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-1956943196650628844?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/1956943196650628844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=1956943196650628844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1956943196650628844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1956943196650628844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SyB1vQ6SgNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TxkiFvPw4tU/s72-c/muppetCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-1872493188972925353</id><published>2009-10-30T01:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:03:54.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Annual Arby's Day (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"America's Roast Beef? Yes, sir!" As long as it is October 29, that is. Last year on that date, my younger brother and I discovered that we crave Arby's about once a year. After we ate some, we immediately remembered why we only crave it once a year. And so, an annual tradition was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_AjXOOpLZI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_AjXOOpLZI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-1872493188972925353?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/1872493188972925353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=1872493188972925353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1872493188972925353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1872493188972925353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-annual-arbys-day-2009.html' title='Second Annual Arby&apos;s Day (2009)'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7793845067783310096</id><published>2009-05-11T00:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:19:37.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and the Frog Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love animation. Most of my Blu-ray/DVD collection consists of it–Disney full-length features, PIXAR masterpieces, Warner Brothers’ hilarious shorts, the list goes on. The animated feature is the only medium that can constantly move me to tears (not SOBBING but there have been some waterworks). When &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/span&gt; came out in 1995 and 3-D animation entered the scene, a lot of studios began dumping their animation programs and vowed to never do 2-D animation again. Disney has since realized their idiocy and is returning to its roots with their first traditionally animated feature since 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6DmEgtibOg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6DmEgtibOg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about you but that trailer produced mixed emotions. It has two very different moods. The beginning gives me chills. The music is dramatic setting the mood as the pencil slowly recreates the familiar characters and scenes from Disney’s short lived “Second Golden Age.” You watch that montage and feel “magical” then... They show footage from the movie and they lose me. Don’t get me wrong, the animation looks fantastic and it’s great to see 2-D characters brought to life but the scenes they show–that slap-sticky, gassy humor–simply reminds me of the crapfest that Disney has been &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkl3eXAHTRM"&gt;chumming&lt;/a&gt; out for the last 15 years: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt;, 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hunchback of Notre Dame&lt;/span&gt;, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercules&lt;/span&gt;, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt;, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan&lt;/span&gt;, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia 2000&lt;/span&gt;, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor's New Groove&lt;/span&gt;, 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis: The Lost Empire&lt;/span&gt;, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;/span&gt;, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Planet&lt;/span&gt;, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Bear&lt;/span&gt;, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home on the Range&lt;/span&gt;, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/span&gt;, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they weren’t ALL bad, but they weren’t exactly up to snuff either. When you look at this list and add it to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Disney_direct-to-video_films"&gt;list of the direct-to-DVD garbage&lt;/a&gt; they’ve put out (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella IV: Getting a Key Made&lt;/span&gt;), it brings up some doubts that Disney can actually pull this off. Can they bring the “magic?” Sure, Disney has started to pull its head out since &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lasseter"&gt;Lasseter&lt;/a&gt; took over but the trailer for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/span&gt; didn’t make me think, “Alright! Disney is back!” Right now, all I am thinking is, “I hope they are back and that these doubts can be attributed to whoever cut the trailer together. Maybe these are the only completed shots they had to work with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or it was a rush job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or Chunk got the police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or one of Willy's booby traps.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kMi9tvuuZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kMi9tvuuZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7793845067783310096?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7793845067783310096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7793845067783310096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7793845067783310096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7793845067783310096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2009/05/princess-and-frog-trailer.html' title='The Princess and the Frog Trailer'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-1649763716574559997</id><published>2009-02-04T23:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:26:31.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The word "film."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SYqGcYm2nkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZVH0CHbHGyo/s1600-h/film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SYqGcYm2nkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZVH0CHbHGyo/s200/film.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299195733754682946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Over the last few years, more and more people think they know something about movies because they went to a class in college. To show off their knowledge and education, they have started to use the word “film” to talk about movies. Ironically, they use the word in the wrong context making them look stupid. Here is a how-to on where and when to use the word “film” and other movie terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many words you can use to refer to movies each with their own connotation. The most versatile word is “movie” it is a good multi-purpose word that can be used in most all conversation. When in doubt, use “movie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word “film“ connotes quality and artistic integrity (or something french). Use this word when you are referring to something good. Examples of films include: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PSYCHO&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Do not use “film” to describe movies of questionable quality. &lt;a href="http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-giving-money-to-these-people.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t Mess With the Zohan&lt;/span&gt; is not a film. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Love Guru&lt;/span&gt; is not a film&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-giving-money-to-these-people.html"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; In fact, most everything featuring SNL alumni is not a film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use “feature film” or “feature” when you are referring to the length of the movie. It goes in the same vein as “short film” or “short.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are talking about silent movies or when movies incorporated sound, use the words “silent“ and “talkie” respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this isn’t gospel. There are exceptions to every rule but remember these guidelines and save yourself some embarrassment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-1649763716574559997?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/1649763716574559997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=1649763716574559997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1649763716574559997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1649763716574559997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-film.html' title='The word &quot;film.&quot;'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SYqGcYm2nkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZVH0CHbHGyo/s72-c/film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-6344325140838046141</id><published>2009-01-05T23:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:16:42.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash: The Best Gift Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SWL3DndVyVI/AAAAAAAAASc/k5VfEV4NSIw/s1600-h/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SWL3DndVyVI/AAAAAAAAASc/k5VfEV4NSIw/s320/cash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288060553990097234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a gift card to everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-6344325140838046141?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/6344325140838046141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=6344325140838046141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/6344325140838046141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/6344325140838046141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2009/01/cash-best-gift-ever.html' title='Cash: The Best Gift Ever'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SWL3DndVyVI/AAAAAAAAASc/k5VfEV4NSIw/s72-c/cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-2890465561615636301</id><published>2008-08-27T21:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:41:13.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Met My Quota</title><content type='html'>As far as stereotypes go, men are supposed to love professional sports. This generality has created fodder for sitcoms and standup comics for decades. But because I don’t care much for professional sports, I had to find some other way to fulfill the stereotype. Thankfully, in 1992, I discovered the Olympic Games. Every two years since then, some primal instinct awakes in me and I revel in true sport. For those three weeks you can find me firmly planted on the couch, finding truth in all those quips I used to see on TGIF. This past Olympiad was no exception and I’m glad to say that I have filled my “sports quota,” at least until Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SLYeMlQqEyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zdgJee0ANlc/s1600-h/logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SLYeMlQqEyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zdgJee0ANlc/s320/logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239408418001392418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-2890465561615636301?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/2890465561615636301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=2890465561615636301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/2890465561615636301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/2890465561615636301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-met-my-quota.html' title='I&apos;ve Met My Quota'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SLYeMlQqEyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zdgJee0ANlc/s72-c/logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-1247522471476641156</id><published>2008-08-27T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:12:08.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SLYXfoovr2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/z705REvIQxk/s1600-h/coldcuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SLYXfoovr2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/z705REvIQxk/s320/coldcuts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239401048743849826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since man has been able to harness the power of fire, there is no reason why meat should ever be cold. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-1247522471476641156?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/1247522471476641156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=1247522471476641156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1247522471476641156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1247522471476641156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/08/cold-cuts.html' title='Cold Cuts'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SLYXfoovr2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/z705REvIQxk/s72-c/coldcuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-794507548795535634</id><published>2008-08-27T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:01:35.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Panhandlers:</title><content type='html'>If you ask for money to pay your bus fare, don't do it in front of the liquor store (people might question your motives).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-794507548795535634?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/794507548795535634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=794507548795535634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/794507548795535634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/794507548795535634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-panhandlers.html' title='Attention Panhandlers:'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7568834127717867671</id><published>2008-06-18T21:53:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:21.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slurpee Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnYfQ3XaDI/AAAAAAAAANM/SPdiQnL45fQ/s1600-h/slurpee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnYfQ3XaDI/AAAAAAAAANM/SPdiQnL45fQ/s320/slurpee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213436075272792114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the temperature rises and the dry heat of Utah enters your lungs, your parched throat aches for relief. For me relief comes in a slender cup, topped with a domed lid--A SLURPEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me Slurpees are an institution of summer, and this summer will be no exception. I have had 4 in as many days. Thankfully for me, I have always been within walking distance of a “Sev.” I’ve had more Slurpees than I can count and it is my second favorite treat after Root Beer Floats (If anyone really wants to impress me, don’t make brownies or a cake, just drop off some vanilla ice cream and some quality root beer and I will praise your name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought a lot about Slurpees, their flavors, and how to enjoy them. I have taken these thoughts and applied them in a Slurpee Method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cup Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Slurpees you have to know how much you can handle, and how long it’ll take you to drink it. It is a time sensitive drink. If you don’t drink it fast enough, it melts and if you drink it too fast, you will suffer a Sphenopalatineganglioneuralgia (sfee-noh-pal-uh-teen-gan-glee-oh-new-ral-juh). Commonly known as a BrainFreeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should always put the lid on first before filling your Slurpee cup. The self-serve Slurpee machines have been known to eject the slush quickly causing backsplash or an unwanted eruption. The dome lid has a hole that fits perfectly around the spout protecting you from such mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavor Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mistake I observe people making when they get a Slurpee is they find the flavor that they want and start to fill their cup, only to be disappointed when their cup fills with syrup rather than Slurpee. There are steps to take to avoid this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Make a visual inspection of the beverage through the convenient window. There you will see your Slurpee dancing like a sock in a dryer. If it looks like liquid then it probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnZd8XQYmI/AAAAAAAAANU/8BqW29KpUBM/s1600-h/slurpeewindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnZd8XQYmI/AAAAAAAAANU/8BqW29KpUBM/s320/slurpeewindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213437152101163618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2.) There are also lights on the side of the machine indicating which spouts are ready to be used. So before you pick your flavor check the lights and make sure it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnZn86L6SI/AAAAAAAAANc/B4-Jn9_o-ys/s1600-h/slurpeelights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnZn86L6SI/AAAAAAAAANc/B4-Jn9_o-ys/s320/slurpeelights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213437324046362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you have found a flavor that you like, don't pull the lever all the way from right to left. If you do pull it all the way you open the flood gates and your cup will fill, not only with Slurpee, but with a lot of syrup. The best method is to find the "sweet spot" somewhere in the middle where you let in Slurpee but not a lot of liquid. After you fill it up a lil wait about 20 seconds and then tap the cup on the counter or against your hand. This will release any trapped air giving you more room to add more Slurpee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straw Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two lengths of Slurpee straws-- short and long. These straws also come in a variety of colors. When selecting a straw choose one what will fit with your cup size. I also like to choose straws that will complement the color of my cup. When you open your straw you will notice that one end of the straw has been cut and formed to be a spoon. The natural instinct is to put this end into the beverage first and to drink out of the traditional end. When you get your next Slurpee I suggest that you reverse that procedure and insert the traditional end first and drink out of the spoon end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnb_DRSH4I/AAAAAAAAANk/SknnZyBsMCY/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnb_DRSH4I/AAAAAAAAANk/SknnZyBsMCY/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213439919914098562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you do you will notice that the the beverage doesn’t just go streaming down your throat, rather the spoon will disperse, or fan, the Slurpee onto your tongue giving you a full flavor sensation. With the traditional end down you will also find it easer to suck up the little bit of Slurpee that always sticks to the bottom of the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, pay for it and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7568834127717867671?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7568834127717867671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7568834127717867671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7568834127717867671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7568834127717867671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/06/slurpee-season.html' title='Slurpee Season'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/SFnYfQ3XaDI/AAAAAAAAANM/SPdiQnL45fQ/s72-c/slurpee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-3400751808186909156</id><published>2008-03-09T22:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:25.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wii—It’s All In Your Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9S0aFOFuyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gFKL99Hksq0/s1600-h/large_20071214-people-playing-wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9S0aFOFuyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gFKL99Hksq0/s320/large_20071214-people-playing-wii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175960231926414114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a Nintendo Wii at my house. If you haven’t played a Wii then WAKE UP—It’s 2008! For those who don’t know, the Wii is a video game console that incorporates interactivity in a fantastic new way. Instead of using buttons and joysticks to control the game, you actually move and shake the controller. In Wii Bowling, for example, you hold the controller in your hand, and then you motion with the controller just as you would if your were really bowling. It is so easy and intuitive that even the older generation is getting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzp8S_7yspM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzp8S_7yspM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lot of fun, but it can also shatter your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Pro Bowler on Wii bowling. On average I score about 250 points per game (a perfect game is 300 points so...yeah). I was amazed by my new ability, until I went to &lt;a href="http://fatcatsfun.com/"&gt;FatCats&lt;/a&gt;. I strutted into the alley with  confidence. I was sure that the hours if mimicking the movements of a professional bowler would pay off. I was confident that my Wii skills would transfer into a real-life situation. I was wrong. After three games my highest score was 112 points. I was shocked! I quickly went home and bowled on the Wii and scored my highest score ever. I couldn’t understand it. I then came to the conclusion that it was all in my head. The Wii won’t teach you any skills that you can use in real life. At least that's true for bowling. I’m still pretty sure that I can play the guitar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9S0vVOFuzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UTsnGZP_CMQ/s1600-h/guitar-hero-3-iii-wii-bundle-nintendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9S0vVOFuzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/UTsnGZP_CMQ/s320/guitar-hero-3-iii-wii-bundle-nintendo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175960596998634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-3400751808186909156?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/3400751808186909156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=3400751808186909156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3400751808186909156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3400751808186909156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/03/wii-its-all-in-your-head.html' title='The Wii—It’s All In Your Head'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9S0aFOFuyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gFKL99Hksq0/s72-c/large_20071214-people-playing-wii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-8191248171519288603</id><published>2008-03-08T13:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:25.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop giving money to these people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9Lzh1OFuxI/AAAAAAAAALo/oXResRFt-6A/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9Lzh1OFuxI/AAAAAAAAALo/oXResRFt-6A/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175466684349528850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION:&lt;/span&gt; Why do they continue to let morons make movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANSWER:&lt;/span&gt; money. You people keep giving them money so they make more. It is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLUTION:&lt;/span&gt; Stop funding them and they’ll stop making them. It’s that simple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-8191248171519288603?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/8191248171519288603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=8191248171519288603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/8191248171519288603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/8191248171519288603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-giving-money-to-these-people.html' title='Stop giving money to these people!'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/R9Lzh1OFuxI/AAAAAAAAALo/oXResRFt-6A/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-272160036010530464</id><published>2007-10-15T23:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:26.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Announcement</title><content type='html'>The heat has finally died down so I feel I can post this. Below is a copy of the announcement that my brother and I sent out to inform our friends and family of our recent educational accomplishments. Enjoy! (click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RxWxQezgZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nwh5rxtgWEk/s1600-h/BYUAnnouncement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RxWxQezgZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nwh5rxtgWEk/s320/BYUAnnouncement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122195047908927362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-272160036010530464?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/272160036010530464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=272160036010530464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/272160036010530464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/272160036010530464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/10/graduation-announcement.html' title='Graduation Announcement'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RxWxQezgZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nwh5rxtgWEk/s72-c/BYUAnnouncement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7003531004330731702</id><published>2007-08-20T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:27.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Long, Hard, and Full of Seamen?</title><content type='html'>A submarine. Like the one I visited at &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/"&gt;OMSI&lt;/a&gt; (Oregon Museum of Science and Industry). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspD1bjJnLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CVFI9NmiF3A/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspD1bjJnLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CVFI9NmiF3A/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100964113157823666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/visit/submarine/?thumbURL=%2Fvisit%2Fsubmarine%2F"&gt;USS Blueback&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspEPLjJnMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ibawwQNumPk/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspEPLjJnMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ibawwQNumPk/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100964555539455170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a tour of the "boat" recently. It smelled like my grandpa's basement and it was really cramped. It is also the worst possible place  for someone to fart in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspE27jJnNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ndoo9UhtQsI/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspE27jJnNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ndoo9UhtQsI/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100965238439255250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my brother Andy in the Torpedo Room. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspFgbjJnOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ky06-kJWWCU/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspFgbjJnOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ky06-kJWWCU/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100965951403826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This room was actually filmed, and can be seen in the movie The Hunt for Red October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHBS2FC2zfQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHBS2FC2zfQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at OMSI I also checked out &lt;a href="http://www.bodyworlds.com/en.html"&gt;BODY WORLDS&lt;/a&gt;, an exhibit of preserved &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg7FuKqKY4E"&gt;human bodies&lt;/a&gt;. It is the same exhibit that Bond goes to in Casino Royale (the best movie of 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fl5WHj0bZ2Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fl5WHj0bZ2Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my teachers at BYU once told me that the best paper airplane design was a crumbled up paper ball. OMSI was where I tested that theory. There was a wind tunnel device where visitors were encouraged to design a paper airplane, and see how it would fly. This is my brother's design. Notice the blurred wings, indicating a turbulent plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rs9DLrjJnQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/P-Iz1XN5ZCM/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rs9DLrjJnQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/P-Iz1XN5ZCM/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102370770781838594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is my design. It is as steady as a rock. A quality you want in any airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rs9DVLjJnRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Md5owfgn7jk/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rs9DVLjJnRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Md5owfgn7jk/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102370933990595858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7003531004330731702?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7003531004330731702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7003531004330731702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7003531004330731702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7003531004330731702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-long-hard-and-full-of-seamen.html' title='What&apos;s Long, Hard, and Full of Seamen?'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RspD1bjJnLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CVFI9NmiF3A/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-764131189086149048</id><published>2007-08-20T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:28.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are Babies</title><content type='html'>I am not an “old” man in the traditional sense. Sure I like &lt;a href="http://www.blair.com/prodimg/image10/w12312f.jpg"&gt;Velcro shoes&lt;/a&gt; as much as the next 70 year-old, but I don’t have any “when I was a kid” gripes…until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid growing up my favorite part of the school day was recess. Three times a day the teachers would cut us loose in the playground. The playground at &lt;a href="http://www.mury.k12.ut.us/MCM/mcm.htm"&gt;McMillan Elementary School&lt;/a&gt; was an accident waiting to happen. And they did, often. We loved it because kids in my day were tough. Not like the kids today. Recently I went up to Snowbird and I saw this playground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso9K7jJnGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DJJmXzRuYlM/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso9K7jJnGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DJJmXzRuYlM/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100956785943616610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn’t a playground! It is a padded room for pansies. For starters the entire structure is surrounded by a soft cushiony concoction that makes tumbles softer on the kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso9hLjJnHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lLeQ_DQaDD0/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso9hLjJnHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lLeQ_DQaDD0/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100957168195705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they cover that with soft wood chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso-ULjJnJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mpOD3bdifAo/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso-ULjJnJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mpOD3bdifAo/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100958044369034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a crock! In my day the playground was located in a gravel pit. Tiny hot rocks were often gathered in tiny handfuls and thrown at whoever was closest (Rock Tag). It was a common fact that if you weren’t picking gravel out of your bloody knees, elbows, and hands at recess’s end, then you didn’t play hard enough. We had huge rubber tires that were buried halfway into the ground that you could climb into. It was a great way to beat the heat if you didn’t mind the smell of urine. He had large metal structures that towered 20 feet in the air, a great place to play chicken. Monkey bars constructed from iron and decaying wood. Slivers were commonplace. We had real play equipment made from real substances that didn't &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4eCwALIPnE"&gt;spontaneously combust&lt;/a&gt;. We had to use our creative minds to think of games and activities. It wasn’t all spelled out for us like in these new playgrounds made of soft plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that really proved to me that kids were weak was the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso-kLjJnKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hxynw2I3tvk/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso-kLjJnKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hxynw2I3tvk/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100958319246941346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe this? A Lazyboy swing set. You don’t even have to pump, it does it all for you. You sit down, STRAP IN, and gently rock your weight back and forth. Are parents that overprotective that they won’t put their kids in a swing unless it has a seatbelt? Parents, let your kids get hurt, let them swing and scrape their knees. Quit buying the antibacterial soap and let them get sick. Help them build antibodies and a familiarity with pain. They’ll be the better for it. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-764131189086149048?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/764131189086149048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=764131189086149048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/764131189086149048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/764131189086149048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-not-old-man-in-traditional-sense.html' title='Kids are Babies'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rso9K7jJnGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DJJmXzRuYlM/s72-c/IMG_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-405499297693219437</id><published>2007-07-27T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:28.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Simpsons. Shut up and sit down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrTHQZ7OAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/csnsJ_hu93k/s1600-h/simpsonsD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrTHQZ7OAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/csnsJ_hu93k/s320/simpsonsD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092114450312017922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me as a Simpsons character. This is just one element of the Simpsons ad campaign to make us all "part" of the Simpsons. It is an ingenious campaign that has been executed to perfection. Just walk into a 7-11--I mean Kwik-E-Mart and have a Squishee or a BUZZ cola. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrYQQZ7OCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Osbrqs4BgxA/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrYQQZ7OCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Osbrqs4BgxA/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092120102488979490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrYZwZ7ODI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-tZRHppaEis/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrYZwZ7ODI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-tZRHppaEis/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092120265697736754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of me reading Bart Simpson's favorite comic book.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrY-gZ7OEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUTpZjdG4NA/s1600-h/rayman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrY-gZ7OEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yUTpZjdG4NA/s320/rayman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092120897057929282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I saw The Simpsons: Movie. I liked it. It was funnier than some of their most recent episodes, but not as good as some of their classics. Because it was a movie, they were able to stretch some of their comedy onto the crude side. It was a bit surprising, at first, to see characters that I have known for 20 years act a little more extreme. All in all it was a creative, and witty movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is The Simpsons, and because it is creative, you'd think that the audience would immediately know that there were going to be some surprises during the end credits. But sure enough, like a bunch of idiots, the entire auditorium got up out of their seats as soon as the screen faded to black. As I saw this mass exodus occur I couldn't help but get annoyed. I do not understand why people leave during the credits. Especially now-a-days where a lot of movies will place some sort of teaser at the end. So for the rest of this post I am going to list reasons why you, the reader, should stay in your seats. I had thought that the world already knew these reasons, but because of the events that I saw unfold today, I realized that the world still doesn't get it and I have taken it upon myself to educate you morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The money. Going out to the movies is becoming a very expensive pastime. In some places it costs up to $9. I spent $8. If it is an IMAX movie it will cost even more. So stay during the credits and get your moneys worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrNFQZ7N_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DzOcCy5ewD4/s1600-h/simpsonsticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrNFQZ7N_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DzOcCy5ewD4/s320/simpsonsticket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092107818882512882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Etiquette and respect. When the curtain falls on a play the audience generally erupts into applause. The cast then comes out to take a bow. Then the audience gives a standing ovation to the cast in appreciation for their hard work. The same respect and etiquette should be shown to the people who worked hard to entertain you at the movies. You don't have to clap at a movie, but you should stay in your seats and let them take their bow in the form of a scrolling name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It is part of the movie. Would you skip the last paragraph of a novel? Then why walk out during the last few musically charged minutes of a movie. Walking out of the credits is the same as walking out during the middle of the movie. You can never technically say you "saw" a movie if you didn't stay for the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It is fun. The credits are a great time to just chill. You can listen to the music, look for funny names, critique the movie with your friends, and a myriad of other activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where do you have to go? The reason people go to the movies is to get out of the house. Now that you are out, why are you in a rush to get back home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Fun teasers at the end. I have touched on this a lil before. A lot of movies have little teasers at the end of their movies. And it is worth the few extra minutes to see them. Especially when a story element is placed at the end of the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up and sit down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-405499297693219437?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/405499297693219437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=405499297693219437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/405499297693219437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/405499297693219437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-simpsons-shut-up-and-sit-down.html' title='It&apos;s the Simpsons. Shut up and sit down!'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RqrTHQZ7OAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/csnsJ_hu93k/s72-c/simpsonsD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-1903905270488367248</id><published>2007-07-17T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAL's 26 Years...100 Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2hBFwDaGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GTwaNXE97ko/s1600-h/movies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2hBFwDaGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GTwaNXE97ko/s320/movies.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088400194094196834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997 the American Film Institute compiled a list of the top 100 American films made in the last 100 years. They called the list "AFI's 100 Years...100 Movies." It took some time but I watched all the movies on that list. A decade later the AFI released another list entitled "&lt;a href="http://connect.afi.com/site/PageServer?pagename=micro_take_tour"&gt;AFI's 100 Years...100 Movies--Tenth Anniversary Edition&lt;/a&gt;". I am happy to announce that on July 16, I not only celebrated my birth, but I also completed the new list. I challenge everyone to watch the list. It will teach you the film language, as well as convince you that most movies now-a-days blow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-1903905270488367248?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/1903905270488367248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=1903905270488367248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1903905270488367248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1903905270488367248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/07/100-movies.html' title='DAL&apos;s 26 Years...100 Movies'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2hBFwDaGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GTwaNXE97ko/s72-c/movies.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-4784707999312842112</id><published>2007-07-17T20:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:29.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iGot iPhone</title><content type='html'>Here is a quick update on some of my misadventures. We’ll start off with June 29, 2007. The 29th was the premiere of the Apple iPhone. Since it’s announcement in January, I have been setting aside money to buy it. I am what they call an “early adopter.” I waited inline for 1.5 hours in front of the AT&amp;T store in Fashion Place Mall. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2h_lwDaHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wXXbQXhDMro/s1600-h/06-29-07_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2h_lwDaHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wXXbQXhDMro/s320/06-29-07_1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088401267836020850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tensions were high and the nerds were on edge. Especially when the manager came out and told us that they didn’t have enough 8gig models for everyone in line. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2iHVwDaII/AAAAAAAAAHM/0UhslCm4L5E/s1600-h/06-29-07_1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2iHVwDaII/AAAAAAAAAHM/0UhslCm4L5E/s320/06-29-07_1640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088401400980007042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got worried that my brother and I were going to get mugged when they told us that we got the last two 8gigs in the store. When nerds get angry bad things can happen. &lt;style&gt;div#main{overflow:visible;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: visible; background-color: rgb(213, 48, 0); text-align: center; vertical-align: middle; width: 425px; z-index: 500;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="30" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=810258dd2a091600581703001db811b9"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=810258dd2a091600581703001db811b9" allowfullscreen="true" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After having the phone for a few weeks I have to say that it is everything that it claims to be. It is the most amazing piece of technology I have ever owned. And I was in need of an upgrade.  Below is a picture of my previous phones. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2iPVwDaJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FeledVjnol8/s1600-h/DSCN8490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2iPVwDaJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FeledVjnol8/s320/DSCN8490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088401538418960530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is weird to think that these devices have only been around for a few years, but it’s even weirder to think of life without them. Ten years ago if I was on the go, and wanted to make a phone call, I would have to take the emergency quarter out of my shoe and find a payphone. To dial the number I had to rely on my memory. I used to have 30 phone numbers floating around in my head, now I can barely remember my home number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-4784707999312842112?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/4784707999312842112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=4784707999312842112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/4784707999312842112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/4784707999312842112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/07/igot-iphone.html' title='iGot iPhone'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rp2h_lwDaHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wXXbQXhDMro/s72-c/06-29-07_1641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7612718423384141076</id><published>2007-07-05T04:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:08:34.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Always!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkMVFv3wuxw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkMVFv3wuxw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7612718423384141076?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7612718423384141076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7612718423384141076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7612718423384141076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7612718423384141076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-always.html' title='Yes, Always!'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-1525118630157196004</id><published>2007-06-24T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:30.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Book Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn725wyHijI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RFStuzMia2o/s1600-h/The_Simpsons-Jeff_Albertson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn725wyHijI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RFStuzMia2o/s320/The_Simpsons-Jeff_Albertson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079768901928585778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comic_book_guy"&gt;Comic Book Guy&lt;/a&gt; from The Simsons. Most of you know what this person is like. But for the 2 people who have lived in a cave, on Mars, with their eyes closed shut, and their fingers in their ears for the last 20 years, here is a short description: he is a fat, sarcastic nerdy owner of a comic book shop (Click on the link above for a more in-depth description). Although a fictional character from the town of Springfield, his real-life female equivalent can be found right here in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I went to the Utah Arts Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn73RgyHikI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u-3Ft8Hli8Q/s1600-h/06-23-07_1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn73RgyHikI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u-3Ft8Hli8Q/s320/06-23-07_1805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079769309950478914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A breeding ground for hippies, and artsy-fartsy losers, to find validation in this Red State. Within the grounds of this Feast of Idiots lies the Salt Lake City Library, home of Night Flight Comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn74GgyHilI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6RV25NHojJ4/s1600-h/06-23-07_1829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn74GgyHilI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6RV25NHojJ4/s320/06-23-07_1829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079770220483545682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the early 1990's Night Flight was located on the second floor of Cottonwood Mall. That is where I first met Comic Book Lady.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RodLmcKQmlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zZKWQhQO7aw/s1600-h/CBL02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RodLmcKQmlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zZKWQhQO7aw/s320/CBL02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082113828277230162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inspired by Jabba the Hutt, she has run her shop with an un-trusting eye. Everyone who enters the store must pass her Gammorean Guards. They also must seek an audience with the "Mighty Jabba" and state their intentions, before they can wander the store. If you aren't going to buy anything you must leave. The following is the experience I had in her store. In script form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;INT: COMIC BOOK STORE - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Book Lady is behind the Counter sitting on a stool. She is positioned above a trap door that leads to the Rancor pit. Dallas enters, and notices a fridge with drinks inside. He sees a can of Duff Energy Drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DALLAS (V.O.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow! This is cool I should get a picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas opens the fridge and takes the can out, he shuts the door. Comic Book Lady scoots off her stool and approaches Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;COMIC BOOK LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    What can I help you find today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DALLAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;COMIC BOOK LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In that case can I ask you NOT to open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and close the fridge like that. It's hard to keep things cool as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DALLAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I'm just going to take a picture of this and then I'll be on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dallas takes a picture and leaves the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn8EsgyHipI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BxHBs-wC_fg/s1600-h/06-23-07_1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn8EsgyHipI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BxHBs-wC_fg/s320/06-23-07_1827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079784067458108050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I left I thought to myself. Why is she so protective? Doesn't she know that she works at a Comic Book Store? Comic books and other comic related products are cool and all, but they're comic books. They are not national security documents! Or a secret map to the Fountain of Youth. They are comic books, badly drawn stories about what would happen if &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/She_hulk"&gt;SHE-HULK&lt;/a&gt; met &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charlemagne"&gt;Charlemagne&lt;/a&gt;. Doesn't she know that her life, her job, her entire existence is meaningless? Well not meaningless, she can always stand as an example of what NOT to strive for. (For more info on the Comic Book Lady, and the comic experience in Utah, please read Mark's &lt;a href="http://marxmith.blogspot.com/2007/06/115969.html"&gt;June 25, 2007&lt;/a&gt; post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ACGbvkLzI4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ACGbvkLzI4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-1525118630157196004?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/1525118630157196004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=1525118630157196004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1525118630157196004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/1525118630157196004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-comic-book-guy-from-simsons.html' title='Comic Book Lady'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/Rn725wyHijI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RFStuzMia2o/s72-c/The_Simpsons-Jeff_Albertson.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-3692557776297513603</id><published>2007-06-19T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:30.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with My New Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RniTbwyHicI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1o71Wuh_Onc/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RniTbwyHicI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1o71Wuh_Onc/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077970685021096386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Andy for my new profile illustration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-3692557776297513603?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/3692557776297513603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=3692557776297513603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3692557776297513603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/3692557776297513603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-with-my-new-computer.html' title='Fun with My New Computer'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RniTbwyHicI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1o71Wuh_Onc/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7780598928233743430</id><published>2007-06-17T00:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:30.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Chefs and Pea-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RniTFQyHibI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBBwNb8qP8U/s1600-h/rat_wallsEgo_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RniTFQyHibI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBBwNb8qP8U/s320/rat_wallsEgo_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077970298474039730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Ratatouille. I have to say that it is the best movie I have seen this year. What also made the evening magical was that they let us stay after and watch Pirates 3, free of charge. Getting back to Ratatouille my favorite character was the food critic &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/ratatouille/popup_wallpaper/index.html?image=content/downloads/wallpaper/800x600/rat_wallsEgo_800.jpg"&gt;Anton Ego&lt;/a&gt; (voiced by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supergirl_%28film%29"&gt;Peter O'Toole&lt;/a&gt;). He was superbly designed, animated, and voiced. If they ever have to redo the Ghost Host audio at the Haunted Mansion they should get O'Toole to do it (that is if he isn't dead, or all uppity like &lt;a href="http://ubu.wfmu.org/sound/365/03/365-Days-Project-03-01-welles-orson-frozen-peas-spot.mp3"&gt;Orson Welles&lt;/a&gt; was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IH1PJTY9AVA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IH1PJTY9AVA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7780598928233743430?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7780598928233743430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7780598928233743430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7780598928233743430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7780598928233743430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-saw-ratatouille.html' title='Rat Chefs and Pea-ness'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RniTFQyHibI/AAAAAAAAACI/XBBwNb8qP8U/s72-c/rat_wallsEgo_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7116284686699103156</id><published>2007-06-10T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:31.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post (if you don't count the one before this)</title><content type='html'>So this is my first post. I don't really know what to write about. I've noticed that most people have a theme for their blog like "Look, a baby!," or "my trip to who-gives-a-crap." I'm out of luck because I haven't procreated and the farthest I travel is to the post office. Which is where my first post kicks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was on my way to the post office when some kid smashed into my parents' new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXaQyHiXI/AAAAAAAAABk/jg8PMMYZaUc/s1600-h/06-06-07_1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXaQyHiXI/AAAAAAAAABk/jg8PMMYZaUc/s320/06-06-07_1343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074597357577275762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't my parents' car. This is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXnwyHiYI/AAAAAAAAABs/6OzjVbg5U5I/s1600-h/06-06-07_1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXnwyHiYI/AAAAAAAAABs/6OzjVbg5U5I/s320/06-06-07_1342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074597589505509762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather is going to roll around in his grave when I say this but--Chalk another point up for Japanese cars. They sure know how to take a hit. Look, a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXvgyHiZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j8OuSkEHu3Q/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXvgyHiZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j8OuSkEHu3Q/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074597722649495954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7116284686699103156?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7116284686699103156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7116284686699103156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7116284686699103156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7116284686699103156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-this-is-my-first-post.html' title='My First Post (if you don&apos;t count the one before this)'/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmyXaQyHiXI/AAAAAAAAABk/jg8PMMYZaUc/s72-c/06-06-07_1343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32989024.post-7797283214385764970</id><published>2007-06-01T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:29:31.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmCMWivAkII/AAAAAAAAAAU/4ick9mmtwJ4/s1600-h/MoreToCome.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmCMWivAkII/AAAAAAAAAAU/4ick9mmtwJ4/s320/MoreToCome.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071207499328163970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32989024-7797283214385764970?l=dal-el.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/feeds/7797283214385764970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32989024&amp;postID=7797283214385764970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7797283214385764970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32989024/posts/default/7797283214385764970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dal-el.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Dal-El</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ta3BeKMYr88/RmCMWivAkII/AAAAAAAAAAU/4ick9mmtwJ4/s72-c/MoreToCome.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
