<?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-1623749379442948100</id><updated>2011-04-27T16:02:06.094-07:00</updated><category term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>perdueorama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623749379442948100.post-2154916502719815949</id><published>2010-04-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Steely McBeam is Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;width:320px;height:212px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/S8TNliH2EUI/AAAAAAAAAts/Rf6f1hZZCnA/s320/08_TC_45_79616.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a shameful 2009 season, Steelers fans, myself included, point fingers. A quarterback who can't keep his hands to himself and a reefer smoking WR are the least of our problems. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The team as a whole just didn't give a damn last year. We consistently lost games to inferior&lt;br /&gt;teams because they were hungry and we were so full of our own shit we could float. What about our two so called "star players"? In Santonio Holmes we had a one time MVP who became Mr. Droppy, costing us not only touchdowns with missed receptions in the end zone over and over, but missing touchdown opportunities that could have won games. Meanwhile, Big Ben would rather get knocked over on his fat ass than risk an interception. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not one of these "blame the quarterback" guys, though. Ben must work with an O-Line that scatters like rats when the lights go on, running backs who trip over the hash marks, and wide receivers who if they can manage to get open can't hold on to the ball. Ben doesn't inspire any confidence this season either, showing up for spring practice overweight, out of shape, and sporting a haircut that went out of fashion some time around 1993. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As good as Santonio Holmes was when he wanted to be, I won't miss him if last year's rookie phenom Mike Wallace steps up. I also won't miss the under reported departure of Willie Parker. Mendenhall proved last year he wasn't a draft waste, making up for his ridiculous 2008 season. This doesn't cover all our weaknesses, but it's a start and if we have the drive and hunger again we'll be okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for Ben, it's time to hit the treadmill or start looking for another job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349011633367453060-142486914810997045?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-2154916502719815949?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/2154916502719815949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/04/steely-mcbeam-is-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/2154916502719815949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/2154916502719815949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/04/steely-mcbeam-is-watching.html' title='Steely McBeam is Watching'/><author><name>*</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/_leA9ZA1QTco/S8TNliH2EUI/AAAAAAAAAts/Rf6f1hZZCnA/s72-c/08_TC_45_79616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623749379442948100.post-3918798918002697098</id><published>2010-03-28T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>My Idea of a "Food Revolution"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DX5khYGqjPY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" width="480" height="385" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:33 PM Eastern time today I finished an album over 2 years in the making. Granted, I only worked on it here and there, sometimes taking months in between. It's not like I obsessesed over it everyday! What, d'ya think I'm nuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349011633367453060-2870257836962822068?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-3918798918002697098?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3918798918002697098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-idea-of-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/3918798918002697098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/3918798918002697098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-idea-of-revolution.html' title='My Idea of a &amp;quot;Food Revolution&amp;quot;'/><author><name>*</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-1623749379442948100.post-4784633852058531963</id><published>2010-03-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Anyone up for a Stripsearch?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EN5P_wTLKc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" width="480" height="385" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripsearch by Faith No More. One of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands ever. Great video that got absolutely zero airplay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349011633367453060-1202935176316800330?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-4784633852058531963?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/4784633852058531963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-up-for-stripsearch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/4784633852058531963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/4784633852058531963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/anyone-up-for-stripsearch.html' title='Anyone up for a Stripsearch?'/><author><name>*</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-1623749379442948100.post-6186664180576351293</id><published>2010-03-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>The Only Tea Party I Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFzQX2i6mwo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" width="480" height="385" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tea Party: Temptation; from the LP "Transmission"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Much Music!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349011633367453060-5549308959729790583?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-6186664180576351293?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/6186664180576351293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-tea-party-i-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/6186664180576351293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/6186664180576351293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-tea-party-i-support.html' title='The Only Tea Party I Support'/><author><name>*</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-1623749379442948100.post-8246951843415026900</id><published>2010-03-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/S65wI3_NRXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EZ8OtQ7TNls/s1600/DSCN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;width:400px;display:block;height:300px" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/S65wI3_NRXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EZ8OtQ7TNls/s400/DSCN0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the return of spring we remember promises kept and forgotten. We look to the sun for not only warmth, but hope. Perhaps we will see flowers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349011633367453060-7017995020228938033?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com" alt=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-8246951843415026900?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/8246951843415026900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/8246951843415026900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/8246951843415026900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>*</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/_leA9ZA1QTco/S65wI3_NRXI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EZ8OtQ7TNls/s72-c/DSCN0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623749379442948100.post-7769007046041363225</id><published>2008-10-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>HI, I'M WESLEY, AND THIS IS MY HOTEL!


"wesley's hotel" by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:180%"&gt;HI, I'M WESLEY, AND THIS IS MY HOTEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SQ5lReHulZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/knTF_bdnP2Y/s1600-h/hulk+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;width:400px;height:214px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SQ5lReHulZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/knTF_bdnP2Y/s400/hulk+1.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SQ5lH2LqIwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lMjVfaLIJ2M/s1600-h/hulk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;width:400px;height:215px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SQ5lH2LqIwI/AAAAAAAAAjo/lMjVfaLIJ2M/s400/hulk+2.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"wesley's hotel" by Joshua Perdue, from the forthcoming album "organic". Copyright 2008 by Joshua Perdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153);width:473px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/joshuaperdue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height:45px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-7769007046041363225?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7769007046041363225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-i-wesley-and-this-is-my-hotel-hotel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/7769007046041363225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/7769007046041363225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-i-wesley-and-this-is-my-hotel-hotel.html' title='HI, I&amp;#39;M WESLEY, AND THIS IS MY HOTEL!&#xA;&#xA;&#xA;&amp;quot;wesley&amp;#39;s hotel&amp;quot; by'/><author><name>*</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/_leA9ZA1QTco/SQ5lReHulZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/knTF_bdnP2Y/s72-c/hulk+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623749379442948100.post-1139012064444068147</id><published>2008-10-04T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Tradition</title><content type='html'>WV Pumpkin Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2Sfpx0QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/PSgPR1wc008/s1600-h/2003+label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2Sfpx0QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/PSgPR1wc008/s320/2003+label.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2SZ2DZzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RLKima85Yew/s1600-h/2005+label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2SZ2DZzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RLKima85Yew/s320/2005+label.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2SRnFeMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4OO7ajOAfOk/s1600-h/2006+label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2SRnFeMI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4OO7ajOAfOk/s320/2006+label.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2biFbRLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ri54WaIjabQ/s320/2007+label.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2SpipfJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TRASBYH0XbI/s1600-h/2008+label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2SpipfJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TRASBYH0XbI/s320/2008+label.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wife has all our Pumpking Festival pics from this year posted &lt;a href="http://follow-my-bliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/punkin-fest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in a slide show, curiously mixed with some of her errands around town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wvpumpkinpark.com/index.asp"&gt;http://www.wvpumpkinpark.com/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-1139012064444068147?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1139012064444068147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/tradition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/1139012064444068147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/1139012064444068147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/tradition.html' title='Tradition'/><author><name>*</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/_leA9ZA1QTco/SOe2Sfpx0QI/AAAAAAAAAgI/PSgPR1wc008/s72-c/2003+label.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623749379442948100.post-3825230234249458287</id><published>2008-10-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>You've got crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Several years ago the wife and I had AOL, and the start up "news" screen always cracked me up. Tonight I was going through a cd of old pictures and I found some old screen shots worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SObMw9dLFMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/90iYM51cr4M/s320/AOL+headline+011205.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh look! The Worst-Dressed List is out!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SObM-xW_ccI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pXdzbU8O7IE/s320/AOL+headline-looks+like+Josh+in+drag.jpg" border="0"&gt;The chick in this picture looks oddly like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;margin:0px auto 10px;text-align:center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SObNNKLuHrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/iHSh0kPKMzI/s320/bush+funny.jpg" border="0"&gt;When future generations look back on the naughties/00's, this is what they will point to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-3825230234249458287?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/3825230234249458287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-got-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/3825230234249458287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/3825230234249458287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-got-crap.html' title='You&amp;#39;ve got crap'/><author><name>*</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/_leA9ZA1QTco/SObMw9dLFMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/90iYM51cr4M/s72-c/AOL+headline+011205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623749379442948100.post-7883898942766194353</id><published>2008-09-19T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Songs of All Time</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of all the meme list your top 10 albums or songs self indulgent bullshit, so I decided to do something equally hacky. I'm going to discuss songs that blew me away the first time I heard them and continue to impress me. I might make this into a continuing series, or like most other things loose interest after the initial installment. That's the risk you run with ol' JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Moments in Love" by The Art of Noise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIcmIhOesaI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I heard this (well, the extended album cut, anyway).  Someone played it on a late night radio show one night in the summer before my senior year in high school. Here's a song perfectly paced that sets such an unbelievable vibe, somewhere between chill and anxiety, or perhaps their unholy union. I had to have it. The entire album is visionary, revolutionary, influential electronic music and an essential to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Midlife Crisis" by Faith No More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9cMhZUSTtM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this long anticipated track hit MTV it acheived a rare status: filling every expectation for the next logical step of this band, and being so far ahead of everyone else it made Maria Carey and Boyz II Men obsolete. Here was a song with such an original feel, yet poked at music conventions, soaring with sarcasm and true irony. The opening tribal drum figure and subtle Simon &amp;amp; Garfuncle sample, the eerie minor chord Emax strings, cookie monster vocals alternating with middle eastern tinged soul. Then they launch into a chorus worthy of Madonna, yet they are at once laughing a pointing at her while still showing her up. It&amp;#39;s a dark and twisted pop song, if such a thing really exists. I can&amp;#39;t possibly express how influential this song was to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Shattered Dreams" by Johnny Hates Jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRHLkLFJxaw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for minor key pop songs, angry and bitter pop songs, and overly dramatic pop songs. "Shattered Dreams" is like the uneasy feel of "Happy Together" by the Turtles, but with entirely different subject matter. The theme was unusual for its time. Now we hear songs where guys and girls tell off their exes all the time. But like Bob Dylan and John Lennon wrote songs arguably for the first time about their innadequacies with women, rather than the boastful machismo of the previous rock and roll generation, Johnny Hates Jazz describe not just anger at being treated liek shit by a woman, but how it actually &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt;. I think this song is underated, underappreceated, and it still gives me goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-7883898942766194353?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/7883898942766194353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/greatest-songs-of-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/7883898942766194353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/7883898942766194353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/greatest-songs-of-all-time.html' title='The Greatest Songs of All Time'/><author><name>*</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-1623749379442948100.post-1373109834230848684</id><published>2008-09-19T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:32:29.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Без рубрики'/><title type='text'>Workplace Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SNPjX_ft-cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vSnzKnii4mU/s1600-h/cdsaw2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left;margin:0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leA9ZA1QTco/SNPjX_ft-cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vSnzKnii4mU/s200/cdsaw2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the encounter in which histories are related generally on abrupt games not they mention the&lt;br /&gt;jokes that left bad: the worker who was run over by the conductor of the freight elevator that&lt;br /&gt;only wanted to give a scare him, or the person who fell of stairs when he shook it to another&lt;br /&gt;one. Histories do not take into account the shame and the humiliation from the victims from&lt;br /&gt;the joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hacerle una zancadilla a alguien que pasa caminando. Esta vez, la persona lesionada resultaser el bromista pesado, que recibe un puñetazo en el rostro propinado por su víctima.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do a trip to him to which it happens walking. This time, the injured person turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;the heavy joker, who receives puñetazo in the face offered by his victim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prender fuego a un manual de seguridad que estaba leyendo otra trabajadora. Cuando ella losuelta, se genera un incendio fuera de control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set fire to a hazard report that another worker was reading. When loosen it, a fire outside&lt;br /&gt;control is generated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1623749379442948100-1373109834230848684?l=perdueorama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/feeds/1373109834230848684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/workplace-safety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/1373109834230848684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1623749379442948100/posts/default/1373109834230848684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perdueorama.blogspot.com/2008/09/workplace-safety.html' title='Workplace Safety'/><author><name>*</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/_leA9ZA1QTco/SNPjX_ft-cI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vSnzKnii4mU/s72-c/cdsaw2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
