<?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-20794985</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:28.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Shirt Off And Go Wild</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114663305975472740</id><published>2006-05-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:10:59.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLAYYYOOFFFFSS AREEE ONNNN AND ITSSS ONEEE KOBBEEEE AND NASHHHH CANNAADAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114663305975472740?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114663305975472740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114663305975472740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114663305975472740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114663305975472740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/05/playyyooffffss-areee-onnnn-and-itsss.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114663296793061070</id><published>2006-05-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:09:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The World Cup this year is going to be sick. This isnt an advertisement to get people who are uninterested watching so dont think im talking to yall. But if you have the least bit of interest in it, watch that shit. It will make you crazy for soccer. Unlike any other event. Ronaldinho of Brazil is the best player in the world right now so watch him fo sho. Support the USA, they do have one of the hardest brackets in the tourney but that never held America down before. So get out there and watch, it is the first time that all 64 games will be broadcasted in america, on ESPN ESPN2 and ABC. Hopefully we'll see a US final baby cause that is what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the best team in the history of US soccer so watch and support, but if you dont want to we dont need you, well make it happen either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114663296793061070?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114663296793061070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114663296793061070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114663296793061070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114663296793061070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-cup-this-year-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114655269762429534</id><published>2006-05-01T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:51:37.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Crows is Fun</title><content type='html'>"If i could make it rain today, id wash away this sunny day down to the gutter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counting crows have some shit for everyone, mainly when you want to here a guy whine about the problems america's population typically has. But besides that, the Counting Crows have it all. Would if instead of ipods cd players and what not we just had hovering speakers that would play whatever we wanted, but it would work on telepathy, so when you were thinking about a song you wanted to hear then it would play it right away. The hovering sound system would be smart too, if you had a song in your head you didnt want in there, the hovering speakers would play another song. The hovering speakers would blow everyone away. They would advance songs in our head and they would know every song ever so if you couldnt remember the song, instead of going to google and typing in the few lyrics you know and searching that way, you could simply thing and then the hovering speakers would be like "Dude, I got you" and the song would start playing. And yes, the hovering speakers would have attitude, but they would be your boy as well. Like if you were thikning of Mariah Carey's "Always be my baby", and you really wanted to hear it, but you were out with your friends, the hovering speakers would whisper, not right now man, but after the night is through when you are heading home, it would remember and  you would go to sleep with your hovering speakers aand a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114655269762429534?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114655269762429534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114655269762429534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114655269762429534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114655269762429534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/05/counting-crows-is-fun.html' title='Counting Crows is Fun'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114645019948300663</id><published>2006-04-30T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:23:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In my world, you wouldnt get cold, well you couldnt get cold... It would be impossible to do. What happens now is I try to take naps and my hands and feet will be extremely cold making my mindset extremely uncomfortable. Then I end up having the dogs lay on my feet and put my hands down my pants which makes an awkward scene when anyone sees you sleeping. I dont know if you have seen anyone sleeping with hands in their pants and dogs on their feet but it isnt cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, back to my world, you wouldnt get cold because anytime you did the temperature in that specific area could feel the imbalance and it would immediately attend to your comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Also I was thinking about the speed of light and how fast it really was... It is fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PASTELSSS YALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114645019948300663?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114645019948300663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114645019948300663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114645019948300663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114645019948300663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114604195924411559</id><published>2006-04-26T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:59:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What ever happened to that microphone you plugged into your computer and it would type the words for you? If we could get that back and have someone working on a word program that knows the mistakes you are going to make and changes them so you dont have to edit, that would be great. Actually, let's just create a word program that types papers for me. I would be down, I mean, we could just plug in the assignment and word would kick it for  a second, analyze, then spit out some shit that was near perfect. Dont call me Bill Gates yet, because I havent blown up yet, but when I do get big, yall can smile and wave.&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/20794985-114604195924411559?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114604195924411559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114604195924411559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114604195924411559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114604195924411559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-ever-happened-to-that-microphone.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114532204436251220</id><published>2006-04-17T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:00:44.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, just working on a speech. Im talking about how cool I am in this speech and its all the truth. But I am about to convert it to a 'WORD' to your mother document so I got on. And I have been taking a break from it for about 10 minutes and been looking at Facebook. I am not yet friends with Thom but the addition will come soon. You know what, facebook me, I dare you. Im the dopest thing facebook has seen. I bet I have just as many friends as you, probably more. Check me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is how technology can destract and how I love getting on a computer to talk to friends that I cant interact with. It is kind of dope. I dont talk to people I dont know, well maybe one, I am friends with one of my teacher who is a grad student and I became friends with her sister because the girl was on Oprah. Yeah I know, Im friends with her. That is a cool thing. And to close with the subject of how cool I am, say your prayers because being the man does not come easy; It comes naturally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114532204436251220?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114532204436251220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114532204436251220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114532204436251220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114532204436251220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-just-working-on-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114448169793535009</id><published>2006-04-08T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:34:57.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The falling out</title><content type='html'>Well I would rather sleep through tomorrow then not deal with it at all. I hate saturdays because it brings me one day closer to Sunday which brings me one day closer to Monday, which even arent that bad, however I spend my whole weekend dreding school so I dont have fun. I hate a lot of shit. School being one. I like a lot of things. I just dont know why I spend the majority of my life working on something that I dont like. Fuck it, im going to live the way I want to live and essentially do the things I want to do. I cant stand people tha tconform to the system and people who make themselves get excited everyday to go do something they pretend to be passionate about. Im sorry to make people feel bad that have jobs where you crunch numbers but how many people truly like to fuck with numbers their whole lives. Give me my money, and get me out. I am through with this shit. I came to do it my way. This media shit will help me because I can write shit like this to make me realize how bad a lot of people have it. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114448169793535009?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114448169793535009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114448169793535009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114448169793535009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114448169793535009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/falling-out.html' title='The falling out'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114429830161191163</id><published>2006-04-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:38:21.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a speech tomorrow and a presentation. Soon I will be able to do both digitally. I will just be able to record a speech then put a converter in front of the class and  I wont even have to show up just simply put the converter up and I will be fine. That will be awesome and I will be the creator. You know what I wouldnt be surprised if I already am not the creator. I know I am the man but still questioning the Creator part. Thats a big task after all. Think about it, I made some cool shit as the creator... Niagra Falls, The Solar System, The KoolAid Man. I am responsible for a lot of things, well I guess everything. That is big time. Not everyone thank me at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114429830161191163?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114429830161191163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114429830161191163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114429830161191163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114429830161191163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-speech-tomorrow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114429802025711818</id><published>2006-04-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:33:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN SAY WHAT I WANT</title><content type='html'>You say, I only hear what  I want to I dont listen hard I dont pay attention to the rhythem and the rhymes of anyone anywhere,  I dont understand if you really care Im only hearing negative no no no no. So I turn the radio on I turn the radio up and this woman was plyaing my song lovers in lover, and lovers run away, lovers are crying cause the other wont stay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on I gotta look that song up on Google right now, BRB---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA LOEB "You say"... Hit it up on myspace, you will be impressed. Gosh damn I love tech nology. Im thankful that I have the chance to fuck with some of the coolest and most revolutionary stuff on the planet. The sad thing is it will only get better. My computer makes me laugh, makes me sad, makes me love, makes me hate. This little thing I have in my lap does things that have changed my life and I only see it now that I took this class. Thank you. Thanks for taking my blinders off, and what that did was make me that much more thankful for having the opportunity to explore things that people before me were baffled over for years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114429802025711818?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114429802025711818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114429802025711818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114429802025711818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114429802025711818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-can-say-what-i-want.html' title='I CAN SAY WHAT I WANT'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114422016365970772</id><published>2006-04-04T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:56:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staying up late sucks so much that I am going to create an invention that will allow me to change time. year thats right, I thought of it first. I will be able to set everyones clock in the blink of an eye so that I will be able to get all the sleep I want and people will wake up and say, I thought it was 8 in the morn, but I will have changed there time by then and it will still be like 1 in the morn. No stealing this idea, I know you are watching. Stay away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114422016365970772?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114422016365970772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114422016365970772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114422016365970772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114422016365970772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/04/staying-up-late-sucks-so-much-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114376414625606760</id><published>2006-03-30T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:15:46.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Televisions Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was thinking about creating a world like the Truman Show and having a subject grow up in it. This subject could grow up on or off camera, doesnt matter. But the subject would be taught all different colors and views. Yellow would really be blue to her. black would really be red to her. God would be the Devil to her. We would have her or him (doesnt matter) grow in this world til 20 or so. We would then take her out of her world in he sleep and expose her to the real world. Then we would film it. It would be a big joke and everybody at the end of the episode would be like hahaha the jokes on you. Hilarious right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or, we could do this to a whole generation. Teach them certain things are good which are not. Kind of like Hitler did right? We wouldnt take it to that extent but you know what I mean. And at the end of every episode everyone would come out and say "SURPRISEEE the jokes on you". Hilarious right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114376414625606760?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114376414625606760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114376414625606760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114376414625606760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114376414625606760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/03/televisions-future.html' title='Televisions Future'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114287187582521873</id><published>2006-03-20T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:24:35.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Its all about the money. Our money driven world strikes once again in the form of the internet. When I went on my cruise for spring break I was in dire need of accessing the internet in order to receive assignments for after the break. Sure enough the ship had wireless internet and computers provided. When I got on the computer the price for a minute of internet use was 50 cents. I dont know if it is me not paying the bills or what, but the internet costs too damn much. Im sure the cruise doesnt want you wasting your time on the internet but damn, I was only on for a couple minutes at a time and Im sure I racked up a bill of over 50 dollars. I have a solution. Lets make the internet free. I believe this is where the internet is heading. There are so many ways to get free internet (tapping into someones wireless network) that it all should be free. Im sick of paying for internet; so sick I am going to stop paying... which will not be a problem since I dont pay in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114287187582521873?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114287187582521873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114287187582521873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114287187582521873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114287187582521873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/03/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114188251359894840</id><published>2006-03-08T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:35:13.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Pac and Biggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Yall think Pac and Biggy are dead? I really dont know the answer to this question. Who would you rather want dead? I really dont know about this one either. I would say my favorite biggy song is "Sky is the limit" and my favorite Pac song would be the remix of "Thugz Mansion". My favorite Mariah Carrey video is "Always be my baby" but that doesnt really matter. Anyways, it seems like videos used to be such a big part of an artists career. Now any dude can get a music video. But I guess it was since music videos were relatively rare when these dudes were out and the video market was not as saturated. So in conclusion, I cant say who I like more... Who cares. They were both sick and it is a shame that they are dead... if they are. Rest in Peace guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114188251359894840?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114188251359894840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114188251359894840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114188251359894840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114188251359894840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/03/rip-pac-and-biggy.html' title='RIP Pac and Biggy'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114188174866334710</id><published>2006-03-08T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:22:28.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic?</title><content type='html'>Could the titanic happen again? I hope not. Not the movie, an event like the Titanic. The Titanic was terrible. Probably because it scared me and made me never want to go on a boat again. I am scared of boats because of that damn movie. I guess thats what media can do, scare you from going on cruizes. Another thing I am scared to do because of movies is go into dark basements that are not re-done. If there is cement in the basement, and it has the ability to get dark, I will not go down there. Every scary movie has a dark basement with cement all over, that way the blood can hit and splat all over. I hate scary movies and that is final. If you have a problem let me know, but I do not like scary movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114188174866334710?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114188174866334710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114188174866334710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114188174866334710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114188174866334710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/03/titanic.html' title='Titanic?'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114128567973544908</id><published>2006-03-01T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:47:59.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im going to sleep. Is anyone watching me sleep? I have no idea. I bet the TV has a camera inside that sees the joy i get out of sleep. I bet there are hidden cameras all over my room because lets face it who wouldnt want to watch me. Well think about it, think about a camera watching you at all times, think about where they could be located and think about who is watching. I know that everyone is watching me, it is like the trueman show but the whole world watches. Everyone loves me and I am just waiting untill I can get out of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114128567973544908?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114128567973544908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114128567973544908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114128567973544908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114128567973544908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-going-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114075952021541070</id><published>2006-02-23T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:38:40.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinasores</title><content type='html'>Do you think we could bring back dinasores? I mean all of them. Not just one? Could we coexist with them. Could we interact with them? I would love to ride one around the forest/jungle. I would love to swim with one, like use it as a water slide. I think my faveorite is the one with the long neck that eats the plants... I cant remember the name unfortunatly. But hey, Im thinking with the technology we have we could make it happen. I bet I could make one on the computer I am using, the only reason I dont want to is because I am in the library. Hey yall, let me tell you, Dinasores are in. They are back.... We love you Arkansas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114075952021541070?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114075952021541070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114075952021541070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075952021541070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075952021541070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/dinasores.html' title='Dinasores'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114075931227074913</id><published>2006-02-23T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:35:12.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time... With the computer</title><content type='html'>Where were you when you got your first computer? I remember when my dad brought home our families first computer... I was PISSED. I wanted a video game system but we got some damn box. I remember my dad saying "This is the next big thing". I mean what the hell am I going to do with a box and a screen that is black. I told him to tell me that. I believe I was in 1st grade so I would have been around 7 years old. And I could not have been more wrong about the computer. Ill admit it was alright, it still didnt have everything I wanted (as if I knew what I wanted to do on that thing). I had no clue how to use it. I would just go to paint and see what funny stuff I could draw with my friends. We would draw obscene things (use your imagination) and laugh for a while but my mind could not imagine how much I would be using a computer in years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114075931227074913?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114075931227074913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114075931227074913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075931227074913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075931227074913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-time-with-computer.html' title='My first time... With the computer'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114075884658066344</id><published>2006-02-23T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:29:08.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone loves me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone saves me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone tells me information that I would not know if I did not have a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone yells at me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone gets frustrated with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone doesnt hate other people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone makes me happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone gets hungry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone hurts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone doesnt talk trash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone feels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone is angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone will protect me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone will never leave me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone is breaking down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cell phone will conquer all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cell phone is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My cell phone is whatever I want it to be because I love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114075884658066344?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114075884658066344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114075884658066344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075884658066344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075884658066344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114075851900076894</id><published>2006-02-23T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:21:59.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBLLLLEEEYYYYYY</title><content type='html'>Yo, this is my shout out to Mobley. Im predicting it, they are up and coming. The next big thing. You know how I found out about them??? MYSPACE!!! Yeah thats right, so now when I am making a bunch of money cause I can predict the next big thing, I will have Myspace to thank. Well I probably wont thank them because they will want some money, but I will thank them on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these new websites, more so when napster and kazaa where around, are making underground bands and rappers the new thing. If you are the person that finds the "next big thing" your cool points skyrocket. Do I know why? No, well actually I do, probably because you are letting people know about a sweet artist. MY POINT IS, that these file sharing websites have not only made underground artists big, but they are allowing people to become cooler if they can predict the "next big thing". So save your time and up your cool points, tell your people about Mobley... and about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114075851900076894?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114075851900076894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114075851900076894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075851900076894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114075851900076894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/moblllleeeyyyyyy.html' title='MOBLLLLEEEYYYYYY'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114031683680021743</id><published>2006-02-18T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:40:36.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here is to you Microsoft Word... Know your role! You are always trying to do things you cant do. You need to stop. I use you to type up papers and outlines, and you do some things I like. Though I rarely mis-spell words, you are there to correct me when I do. I like that. Though I dont usually care when you tell me my sentence is a fragment or my sentence is too wordy, you let me know. I like that. What I dont like, is when you change things. Like my spacing. For example, I was working on an outline and to start, you didnt like the way I was doing things so you changed it. I went with you on this one, I figured you are my friend so I will role with you. But when it came to the 2nd page of the outline, you didnt feel like changing anymore. Word just left my spacing where it was. I dont like microsoft Word because of things like this. You either need to role with me or know your role. Get your shit together word and then get back to me. Stop messing with my spacing unless you are telling me some stuff is messed up.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114031683680021743?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114031683680021743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114031683680021743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114031683680021743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114031683680021743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-114016278713603767</id><published>2006-02-16T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:53:55.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BILLY JOEL vs. LARZ ULRICH (greaseball in metallica)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billy Joel is once again impressive on myspace.com. Go to musica and look him up. His voice is unreal. His piano sings. His songs speak for themselves. So why doesnt everyone back off of Billy Joel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the topic of myspace for that matter, Im coming around. Simply because I use their music instead of buying cds. And Metallica got pissed about file sharing. Myspace shares music and, if anything, it makes me want to buy their cd more. So, in conclusion, Metallica sucks. Metallica made maybe two song that are the least bit enjoyable, how many did Billy Joel make? Billions? I'll believe it. Larz Ulrich or whatever the hell that greaseballs name is, is like a building the Billy Joel, who is king kong, crushes. Screw Metallica for shutting file sharing down. It was more beneficial. Points for myspace for allowing me to listen to the whole damn song instead of amazon sampling shit. I DO NOT JUST WANT TO HEAR THE CHORUS. And points for Billy Joel for speaking to my soul. And he is continuing to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-114016278713603767?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/114016278713603767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=114016278713603767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114016278713603767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/114016278713603767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/billy-joel-vs-larz-ulrich-greaseball.html' title='BILLY JOEL vs. LARZ ULRICH (greaseball in metallica)'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113950288428460330</id><published>2006-02-09T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:34:44.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was just typing and realized I wasnt even looking. Think about this one time foreign object in front of us, and think of how you use it. I remember at one point I could only type with one finger, now I dont even look. It is unreal how much our lives have adapted to and for this keyboard. The letters, which seem to be abitrarly placed in three rows now is 2nd nature to our fingers. It creeps me out how much we have adapted to computers and how much computers are adapting to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113950288428460330?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113950288428460330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113950288428460330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113950288428460330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113950288428460330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-just-typing-and-realized-i-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113950217306790046</id><published>2006-02-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:22:53.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you were wondering, Facebook continues to be my life. But myspace is continuing to grow on me. I only use it for music, dont think I look at profiles (Facebook would be unhappy), but it is a great thing for music. You can actually listen to the whole song rather then those terrible samples you get on Amazon and what not. When I click to hear a song, I dont want to hear the chorus, I want to hear the whol thing. And with myspace I get my fill. Myspace has all sorts of artists, from Lionel Richie to Kanye West to Wilson Phillips. It is accessible and easy. Im glad all of these Internet sites were created for me. And I am also glad the I am the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113950217306790046?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113950217306790046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113950217306790046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113950217306790046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113950217306790046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-were-wondering-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113950193353648174</id><published>2006-02-09T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:18:53.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gigantic CD player is still getting snickers and remarks across campus. I now tell people it is the new iPod and I really dont think they are buying it. Kind of like how I wont buy an iPod. I dont know, something about all the "i" shit in general. I know I know, I sound like my dad, but its too complicated. No matter how much I say that, it is. And I dont have Christmas break to work with the little piece of plastic that doesnt do much other then organize a bunch of songs and play videos. Who cares, I have TV, the Internet, and most importantly, my CD player. So all you i's out there, back off. Go into your hell hole where you belong, because in a couple days you are going to be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113950193353648174?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113950193353648174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113950193353648174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113950193353648174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113950193353648174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-gigantic-cd-player-is-still-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113910313805234503</id><published>2006-02-04T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:32:18.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a King Kong on campus. The new movie inspired me to believe that we can have a king kong on campus that doubles somewhat as a mascot and somewhat as a friend. It is hard to believe that anyone would oppose 'Kong on Campus, a nation wide program. Kong would stay in the arbireadum, a great place for him to graze. People could throw all sorts of food up to him so we wouldnt have to worry about feeding him. He wouldnt have anyone to compete with; there are no animals as big as he is in Bloomington, so he would have nothing to worry about. Kong would not only be an attraction, he would provide protection. If any unwanted people or creaturs stumbled in, Kong would take care of it. Kong could help with construction work, and moving heavy things, along with, help establish more of a primitive look to IU, something it has been missing a long time. As you can see, the addition of Mr. King Kong to the IUB campus is something that must happen. Tell me when and where I can find Kong, and I will surely bring him home and make him a hoosier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113910313805234503?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113910313805234503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113910313805234503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113910313805234503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113910313805234503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-king-kong-on-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113889853760008933</id><published>2006-02-02T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:42:17.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How good of a song was "Endless Love"? Im sorry about the, but it was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was thinking about the reading and the idea of some kind of transmiter that can be implated in the brain and transmit our thoughts to another person. If you are thinking something about someone and you want them to know your thoughts you can send them, otherwise you dont send them. Or in conversation, you wouldnt have to talk. I started thinking about this, and I thought how terrible it would be. Thoughts are the only thing that is personal anymore. Anything else can be found on the intenet. It makes me mad, this idea of a transmitor, because it is just moving us further away from the social interactions NECESSARY to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113889853760008933?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113889853760008933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113889853760008933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113889853760008933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113889853760008933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-good-of-song-was-endless-love-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113848222150103941</id><published>2006-01-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:03:41.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook is coming up once again. I was at a party last night, talking to a bunch of people I did not know. But I would tell each of them I was on Facebook. I would then ask them for their names and tell them we should be friends. Each one gave me their names and by the end of the night I think I had about 15 names. That means I had access to basically everything, if they are truthful, about a persons life. They had just given me the autobiography of their life simply by giving me their names. Is this wrong? Is this the new way to get to know someone, by reading stuff online that they dont know you are reading? I dont think this is good. Talking to people is what keeps us sain and by being able to click a couple buttons, we no longer have to talk to people, we can learn everything about them by reading for five minutes. It's unbelievable how the internet and certain sites like this are justifying us not going out and getting to know someone new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113848222150103941?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113848222150103941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113848222150103941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113848222150103941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113848222150103941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/facebook-is-coming-up-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113830935097322236</id><published>2006-01-26T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:02:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;DANNNGGGG, I just did more reading then I should have for classes. Well I guess it wasnt more reading then I should have because it was all required, however, either way I did not like it. It was about the internet and how we get our information from it so it had me thinking how I could be watching/reading this from the internet right now. There is no need for me to buy a book when some guy or robot or animal could be reading this to me online. Is this lazy? Maybe, but I know for sure it would be more productive. I would comprehend and understand the material a lot more if only someone else would read it to me. I mean think about it, I still remember stories my mom read me because I wasnt doing the work. So lets end this monopoly of college bookstores, and have everything we need to 'read' online in the form of some guy reading it to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Another invention I was thinking about is voice activated flushers on toilets. This would be amazing becasue you would have to touch anything. I know we do have the sensor flush, but even with those you have to push down sometimes. Also, with the sensor, people who like to get a little flush when they are just getting started to help them get into a rythem, or those who like to round home with a couple of flushes are totally left in the cold by the sensors. The voice activated flush would revolutionize the toilet industry and be something that would change the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(DONT THINK about taking this idea, I have it patented already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113830935097322236?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113830935097322236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113830935097322236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113830935097322236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113830935097322236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/dannngggg-i-just-did-more-reading-then.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113770269881406165</id><published>2006-01-19T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:31:38.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My walkman is running away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With all the new iPods and whatever other MP3 players companies try to make, must be hard to know they wont sell, my Walkman is getting left in the dust. I kind of feel bad for my big guy, always getting looked at funny, people laughing and pointing. Now I know he is a little bigger and hefty, but give him a chance. There is a difference between him and the new kids on the block. The newbies hold about a million songs now but hey, my guy can play one cd. I can boost my bass as well, something that the iPods can not do. I know that the iPods are probably a lot more handy and easier to fit in small places, but my CD player lets it be known when he enters a room. Not only can you here music blaring from the old school head phones, but you arent looking like all the other people on campus with the white things coming from their ears. So right now, I can say I am going to stick with what I got. No matter how often he gets laughed at, criticized, or made fun of, he has been there for me in good times and bad and he will always be able to pump up the jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113770269881406165?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113770269881406165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113770269881406165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113770269881406165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113770269881406165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-walkman-is-running-away.html' title='My walkman is running away'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113744412576512445</id><published>2006-01-16T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:42:05.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hey world, I am just getting off a 3 day weekend thanks to Dr. King. Throughhis desire, Dr. King made the United States realize the terrible events that were taking place on our own soil. We were fighting a war against eachother. We were killing eachother. We were hating eachother. We were a vulnerable country at that point and Dr. King told us that we need to move on and all become equal. He made us realize, through his elegant speeches, that we should be able to have blacks whites asians and everyone else playing together in a land of freedom. This is my thanks to a man that revolutionized the minds of Americans. I know he hasnt hit them all yet, but the ones who he has touched, he has changed. And for that, he deserves this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113744412576512445?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113744412576512445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113744412576512445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113744412576512445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113744412576512445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-world-i-am-just-getting-off-3-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113713387476216954</id><published>2006-01-12T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:32:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME FOR BED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT??? 130 in the morn. I got class tomorrow and you know thats a problem. I know I have to read some stuff but I havent gotten around to it yet. Will I??? Of course, but right now I am having a blast watching SportsCenter and looking at Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling with a big problem lately. I really can not decide who my favorite SportsCenter host is. Scott Van Pelt is up there but you gotta love the John Anderson's and other role players. And while we are on the subject of SportsCenter, we might as well stay. SportsCenter is a party. A party not only for the everyday sports fan, but a party for everyone. It is an party that everyone is invited to (the best kind) and a party where no one fights or has a bad time. Lets give SportsCenter a day of honor. It deserves it, because without it, I dont know where I would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113713387476216954?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113713387476216954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113713387476216954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113713387476216954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113713387476216954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-for-bed.html' title='TIME FOR BED'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113704601928876573</id><published>2006-01-11T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:06:59.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-12-06 Facebook=Terrible</title><content type='html'>Facebook is a sin. Yeah, I said it, it is a sin. I got on today to check a few things and it turns out I was on there for about 45 min. I dont know if this happens to yall but it is not a good thing. I wasnt going to start but one of my friends told me she would set it up so I gave in and now, lets just say its not good for me. Classes are ok, I wish I didnt have to read so much. I wish I knew how to read, that would help. Anyway, I have to kick out a paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113704601928876573?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113704601928876573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113704601928876573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113704601928876573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113704601928876573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-12-06-facebookterrible.html' title='1-12-06 Facebook=Terrible'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20794985.post-113693236769584921</id><published>2006-01-10T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:32:47.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whats up world this is me just letting you know it is my first time so I would like to take it slow and forgive me for any mistakes. I just got done with classes, they went pretty well. It is going to be an interesting semester. Im taking a variety of classes and there are a variety of people in them. I plan on meeting every one by the end of my time. Well I have to get some reading accomplished before I go to crazy on here but it would be nice to hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20794985-113693236769584921?l=jpbradfo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/feeds/113693236769584921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20794985&amp;postID=113693236769584921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113693236769584921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20794985/posts/default/113693236769584921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpbradfo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-time.html' title='My first time'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09872091083926102134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
