<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746</id><updated>2009-10-30T01:37:39.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts &amp; Flip-Flops</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-2980722292207068519</id><published>2009-09-30T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:09:08.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a lazy blogger. (unedited)</title><content type='html'>Ok, to my defense I had been really busy.  But there was definitely times where I wanted to write down something on this blog only to tell myself that I would do it tomorrow.  Well that obviously didn't happen.  Here is a brief update (hopefully) on everything that has happened since my last post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 2009 -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I basically worked on something all month, so I basically didn't really have any time off.  I kept really busy as work streamed in at a constant pace and I didn't turn down anything, with the exception of working on &lt;i&gt;Real World DC&lt;/i&gt; for 6 month, I did work for them for a week, but I really didn't want to commit to a reality show for that long with so much work coming to town.  &lt;i&gt;Real World&lt;/i&gt; really doesn't pay that well compare to other project coming to town, and you usually end up doing more than you should.  In the end, it ended up being a really good choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that much working, I really didn't do anything else outside of work.  I wasn't even home that much since I was working in DC the entire time.  And when I wasn't working I was working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had decided to do the 48 Hour Film Festival again this year, so I needed to do some pre-production that on my time off.  The festival was in June so I needed to do a lot of pre-production and that included audition.  I saw over 200 people, and man was that exhausting to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only fun I had, outside of work, was going to a couple Orioles games, including one in DC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 2009 -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 is the total days off I had this month.  Yep, two days all month where I didn't do anything.  I worked two movies this month which were back to back with no time off.  I worked on &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0944835/"&gt;Salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; starring Angelina Jolie which came back to DC from NY to finish off the film.  I was on the staff when they were in DC in march, so it was only natural that I would work on this film when it came back.  I worked on this film for 13 straight days, without any time off and on my last day I worked 14 hours and drove all the way to Towson to start working on my 48 Hour Film Project.  I also got a free mini fridge for working on that show, it was the same one Jolie used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.48hourfilm.com/"&gt;48 Hour Film Project&lt;/a&gt; was such a bust.  The movie sucked.  I was just to tire to really do anything creative and pretty much played it safe, which sucked.  And I realize now that as much as I like working with my friends, it probably would be better next time, if I work with someone with similar taste to myself instead of my friends who I get along with but don't necessarily have the same movie taste.  This was our criteria.  Genre: Holiday film.  Prop: Tire.  Character: Unemployed musician.  Line: "I need to leave in a minute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a day off after the 48 Hour Film Project, but it really didn't feel like it.  It would have been to have a day to wind down, but instead a group of us spend all day hanging out and doing fun thing like mini golf, going to the fair, and movie.  It was fun, but still tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went straight to work on the other movie after that.  The movie had already started shooting so I was coming in 3 days late.  But I work on that for two weeks with only one day off.  The movie was called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1341188/"&gt;How Do You Know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; starring Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd, Owen Wilson, and Jack Nicholson, but now it doesn't have a title anymore.  This really sucks, because the movie only shot in DC for two weeks and went to Philly to finish shooting, but the movie is entirely based in DC.  That would have been 3 month worth of work on a big budget movie had it stayed in DC.  3 month worth of work would have been nice.  I could always use the money, especially since in the middle of the shoot, my car broke.  Luckily my sister doesn't use her car and I was staying with her, so I just took hers.  But I do need a new car soon.  I fixed my car, but I don't know how much longer it will last.  It's a 1990 Honda Accord.  I know people who aren't as old as my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the exception of the 48 Hour Film Festival, I wasn't home at all this month.  And as you might of guessed, I had no social life whatsoever.  I average 4 hours of sleep this entire month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 2009 -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie wrapped, I had a few days until I went down to the Florida Keys for vacation.  But in the meantime, I had a ton of errands to run since I had been so busy the last 2 month.  I also needed to fix my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the 4th in Frederick with The Foreman's and Taydus since I really didn't have time to make any plans.  It actually was great.  We didn't do anything wild or crazy beside light some firework up in the neighborhood, but it was just good catching up with them as I don't see them often.  The police eventually told us to stop because someone complained, but they complained about the house next door who had screamers, and we are the one that got caught.  No worries, there was no harm done.  The Foreman's live on a hill, so at about 9pm we could see about 6 or 7 different firework show from surrounding city, which was really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was finally time for a much needed vacation.  So I finally went home to pack-up and meet with my friends which whom I was going to vacation with in Towson.  I would only be home for a day, but I really didn't mind.  But then came a shocker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stupid roommates, which whom I thought I was friend with stabbed me in the back.  They had secretly been looking for a new apartment and found one and then broke our lease early without my knowledge.  It's not like I was a bad roommate, I wasn't even home for 2 and half month but I was clean when I was and I payed all my bills on time.  This is the last time I room with selfish rich spoiled white guys.  You never think it'll happen to you, until it happens to you, but I should have known that it would happen, since one of my two roommates basically did the same thing before.  I now had to either find two new roommates to move in or find a new place to leave with new roommates in 3 weeks and I was going on an expansive vacation for a week.  Just what I needed.  I eventually did find roommates to move in, but when it came down to finalizing the deal, I decided that I didn't want to live in Towson anymore.  More on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the misfortune, I didn't let it ruin my vacation though, I had been looking forward to it for 6 month and I had been dying to scuba dive for years.  So off to Key Largo I went the next day.  I had an absolute awesome time there.  I got open water scuba certified.  The view under water is amazing.  I think I just fell in love with another recreational activity.  I freakin' swam with some sharks and barracuda on my very first dive.  I got to relax a ton in the sun, in the water, and in the pool.  It was definitely very relaxing and exactly what I needed after 4 long month of work and the stress of having to move.  Key Largo was very relaxing and slow, it was a bit too slow for my taste, but it was just awesome to relax.  And on our last day, we went to Key West which was more my style.  I absolutely recommend diving in Key Largo and going to Key West.  I had hope to visit Miami a little bit since that was where we landed, but we didn't have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week went by way too fast and it was time to get back to real life.  Something I really wasn't looking forward to.  As soon as I got back to MD, I was already back at work.  That actually was a bit of a relief, since I had forgotten my phone in MD when I went on vacation.  I had forgotten my phone in my car in front of my friends parents house.  It took 3 days for them to get my phone out of the car and send it to our hotel room.  When I got the phone, I had missed out on three jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time the job was done and my car was fixed.  I finally went back home, and I only had 2 weeks to find a place in DC to move out to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had decided that I didn't want to live in Towson anymore.  There are definitely some people in Baltimore that I am going to miss hanging out with on a consistent basis, but I mainly work in DC, so living an hour away doesn't make sense.  I actually had been thinking of moving back to DC for sometime, but I wasn't going to do it for at least another 6 month, now I was kinda force to move up my timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in the apartment for the last 2 weeks, was awkward.  My stupid roommate were completely avoiding me.  One of them even decided that he wasn't going to sleep there, while I was there.  What cowards!  We even went to the same wedding completely separately.  Lucky for me, I wasn't home that much either as I was still getting work, ironically the work was in Baltimore.  I was also trying to make sure to catch up with all my friend before I left town, so I was out most of the nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have a chance to find a new apartment, but which actually turned out pretty good, because I moved in with my sister where I don't have to pay rent and can now finally buy some of the few things that I've needed for some time.  I moved in all my things by myself in two trips, I really don't own much.  I don't plan on staying there that long, just until I get some of the things I need to further my career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 2009-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month was all about Gluttony.  I did so much eating.  Between the three birthday dinner I had and Kelly's wedding in NY, I was completely stuff.  But I also went out so much during this month including an all you can eat seafood buffet for my sister buffet.  I gain about 15 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is starting to slow down.  I'm working but not as much, I've even had to worked for ESPN for &lt;i&gt;Monday Night Football&lt;/i&gt;.  It's not something I would usually do, since they don't pay much, but I'm not really complaining about working on &lt;i&gt;MNF&lt;/i&gt;.   I actually have a lot of time on my hand now.  And since I've moved, I really don't know what to do with my free time.  I usually just go to my sisters bar and hang out there and play some pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am slowly getting adjusted to living back in DC.  Also, my other sister has finally gotten engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 2009 -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still getting adjusted to living in DC.  I don't really hang out to much with my old friends, because tell you the truth the reason I moved to Baltimore was that I didn't think hanging out with them was a good thing for me.  So I really don't think that hanging out with them now is any different.  They are still my friends, but I don't want to hang out with them 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't worked much.  Actually I've only worked on one job this month.  I just worked on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421030/"&gt;Big Love&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend.  Luckily I am working on a photo shoot this week.  So that will make it two jobs this month.  Winter is coming, I better start saving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the scariest thing happen to me this month also.  I was force to go to the emergency room for an intolerable pain.  I'll live.  The diagnosis was kidney stones.  I'm just now starting to feel like myself, but the medicine and illness has really put my body completely out of whack.  I have yet to pass the stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-2980722292207068519?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/2980722292207068519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=2980722292207068519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/2980722292207068519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/2980722292207068519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-such-lazy-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m such a lazy blogger. (unedited)'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-8571225745077663381</id><published>2009-05-10T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:57:28.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A blog entry five month in the making.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been meaning to write on this things since new year, but procrastination, laziness, and eventually work and a social life took over and made it harder and harder to sit down and actually write something without spending an hour on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in December, I was completely frustrated with my employment situation.  As a freelancer, you are so at the mercy of the work coming to town, but the winter saw absolutely no work coming.  It almost came down to the point where I almost quit the business so that I wouldn't starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am glad that I didn't quit.  Work eventually came and it looks like there's  a lot more coming.  I've been somewhat busy since February, I got on multiple projects and it looks like I'm going to be considered for future upcoming projects, which I'm crossing my fingers for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good at what I do and I stand by my work and work ethic, but I haven't always gotten any recognition working in such a small and often ignored department as location.  This past couple month was different.  I have been getting a lot of praise, especially after switching from location to production.  It feels very good to be acknowledge for your good and hard work.  One of the best memorable event to happen to me was when at the end of the shoot, the line producer and production supervisor pulled me aside and told me that I was going to be name the "Key P.A." in the credit because of my excellent work throughout the shoot.  They loved my work so much, that they basically told me that I should move to L.A. immediately.  The production coordinator basically told me that if I ever moved to L.A. that I would have a job waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from almost quitting the business to heavily considering moving to L.A. for it in three month.  I considered it for a very long time, over a month.  I talked to a few friend that I know who have moved out there, I even looked at apartment out there.  At the end, however, I decided that I didn't need to move to L.A. just yet to do what I want to do in this business, which is to direct.  It wasn't an easy decision to make, but what really tipped it to one side as oppose to the other is the same reason I haven't moved out to L.A. in the past.  There are things here on the east coast that I don't know if I could go without.  I know it sounds weak but that's the way I feel.  To get to where I want to be in the future, I will need to make some more movies and to get recognize from them, just as I've been recognize as a good production assistant.  I'm sure the consideration move to L.A. will come up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's work.  It's going well so far and has put some money in my pocket so that I don't starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time work takes me away from my friends and family for long period of time, which I really don't mind to much.  But once work is over, I want to catch up on what I've missed.  So when I'm not working, I'll basically try to catch up with friends that I haven't seen in a long time.  That keeps me pretty busy, as I try to catch up with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My going out has changed dramatically in the past few month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending a lot of time with my female friends as of late.  For one reason or another, I find that it is just easier to hang out with them as oppose to my regular guy friends, which I find less and less in common with, the truth is I don't think we had that much in common in the first place, I'm just now finding that out.  I also find the whole competitive and possessive mentality, especially against me for some odd reason (it makes more sense if you actually know me, no it's not a gay thing), a bit off putting, as well as other more annoying mentality that I wont get into on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been hanging out more with friends that I rarely hang out with in the past, new friends that I've made in the past couple month, as well as my sisters and their friends.  Now that I can afford gas for my car, I find that I can go home and hang out with my sisters more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just go to bars either, which gets boring after awhile.  But I've been doing a lot of cool activities, things that I actually would rather do more of.  I went rock climbing, which was awesome, I climbed a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grade_%28climbing%29#YDS_Class"&gt;5.8&lt;/a&gt;.  I need to lose some weight, get more flexible, and strengthen my forearm if i want to go any higher, but I'm looking forward to trying.  I went to the batting cage for the first time since middle school.  I am pretty sure that had I played little league, I would be in the pros right now.  It took a short time for me to pick up the speed of the ball, but once I picked it up, I was cracking the ball.  I went to the driving range for the first time this year, I think I fixed my slice, time will tell.  I went broom balling, which is played on an ice rink without skate.  It was really really fun.  I was really surprise that after the initial tiredness I played right through it and lasted the whole hour.  I guess I'm not as out of shape as I had imagine.  I've also been going line dancing on a regular basis, yes that's right, line dancing.  It's different and it's something to do, and believe it or not, it does become fun if you know the steps.  Maybe, I'll try salsa dancing someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just a few of the things I did.  I was suppose to go hike &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/grfa/"&gt;Great Falls Park&lt;/a&gt;, but the trip got rained out.  I'm looking forward to this summer as a lot more activity is in the work.  The big one right now is going to the keys to get scuba certified.  But there are a few other activities in the works.  We have more hiking trips plan, as well as some camping trip.  Plans are in the work to go white water rafting, atv'ing, paintballing, golfing, gun ranging, touristing, amusement parking, as well as other cool activities that I can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SgfbCm3DCxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qPtvgxfKSvs/s1600-h/1st+NYC+trip+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SgfbCm3DCxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qPtvgxfKSvs/s320/1st+NYC+trip+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334473121481296658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh!  I completely forgot.  I finally went to New York City for the first time in my life.  It was awesome, freezing cold, but awesome.  Plans to go in the summer are in the works.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.rockefellercenter.com/index.php"&gt;Rockefeller center&lt;/a&gt; and the NBC store.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/"&gt;MOMA&lt;/a&gt;, which I really didn't think was that impressive, but we saw Robert Downey Jr. there.  We went to Trump Towers to kinda get out of the cold for a second.  It was very...interesting.  We went to &lt;a href="http://www.fao.com/custsvc/custsvc.jsp?sectionId=117"&gt;FOA Schwartz&lt;/a&gt;, that was really cool.  I think the toys are completely over priced, but it was a pretty cool store nonetheless.  We did time square at night which looked very bright.  Lot of things to see, lots of people to watch out for.  and we finished off the night in Soho at &lt;a href="http://www.firstpizza.com/"&gt;Lombardi's&lt;/a&gt;, the first pizzary in NY and also where they shot &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099685/"&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/a&gt;.  Across the street from Lombardi's was a boutique rice pudding store called &lt;a href="http://www.ricetoriches.com/"&gt;Rice To Riches&lt;/a&gt;, so we tried that for dessert.  It was good, but I had rice pudding before, it really isn't anything new for us Asian.  It was a very eventful day, which is why we are planning on another trip.  Hopefully we'll get to see other monuments and attraction.  But it's not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out with a lot of different people these past couple month, which is a good thing.  But there is a major flaw to that.  I feel like I don't have a best friend anymore.  Someone I can completely relate to, someone that wont judge me when I tell them something.  Someone that will help me with any problem that I have.  Someone that I can hang out with whenever I call.  I have a couple people I can talk to, but really don't have anyone I can call a best friend.  I miss that.  People I would consider to be best friends are all far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I miss, is guy camaraderie, I know I hang out with a lot of girls, but it's not like the guys I hang out with will change anything.  No offense to the guy friends that I know and hang out with.  But I miss playing sports and talking sports with guys that have played sports and know sports with their own opinions and not that of ESPN.  I miss the bond that guys have, and I don't feel like I have enough in common with some of the guys that I hang out with to have any type of bond, except for a history bond.  I think what I really miss may be related to the above paragraph.  I miss having someone that I have a lot of things in common with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's it for now.  My situation now is a lot better than it was 5 month ago, but like always, there are other things bouncing around in my head that I don't want to get into.  Work is good but not great.  Social is ok but not good.  Future looks promising both work wise and socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I am also kinda sorta talking to someone.  I'm taking it extremely slow, which probably will ruin the whole thing.  I'm just not entirely sure what her intentions are and that kinda keeps me very guarded.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:  I forgot to add something and I didn't want to start another entry just for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to one of my sister, I have finally switched wireless plan.  I'm now on verizon instead of sprint.  With that change came a blackberry.  I had been avoiding getting a smart phone for the longest time.  All I wanted was a simple flip phone with maybe a camera.  All I wanted was a phone where I could call and text people with.  Instead, I got a blackberry and now I don't know if I can live without it.  Crackberry is right.  I get all my email, facebook, and twitter updated straight to my phone.  I find less and less reason to be on my aging computer now.  My sister also gave me her old ipod, which has a bigger hard drive than my aging computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the blackberry and ipod, i finally realize how far behind in technology I was.  Don't get me wrong, I love gadgets, especially electronic gadgets, just as much as the other guy, but they aren't cheap.  I think once I get a new computer (macbook pro) and an HDTV, I might finally be back up to speed with today's technology, then i'll have to get a blueray player, surround sound, a new generation gaming system, DSLR (Nikon D300) or (D80 for the video), new point and shoot camera, etc.... the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm also on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/joeachard"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; now.  Not really impress at all with it, but I have friends on there, and I have it setup so that it automatically updates my facebook status, so I'll stay with it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I think that's it.  I'll try to update more often, but I you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-8571225745077663381?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/8571225745077663381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=8571225745077663381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/8571225745077663381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/8571225745077663381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-entry-five-month-in-making.html' title='A blog entry five month in the making.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SgfbCm3DCxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qPtvgxfKSvs/s72-c/1st+NYC+trip+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7425942866316768197</id><published>2008-12-30T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:39:30.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lost but ready to be found in 2009...hopefully</title><content type='html'>2008 has been a good year to me, a year in which my career progress, a year in which I made new close friends, a year in which saw me out and about for most of it and loving every minute of it.  I would definitely consider 2008 to be in my top 5 years of my life.  So what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that 2008 started with the high and exhilaration of 2007 and continue to build all the way to the fall, but instead of a continued increase or level one, the enjoyment began to quickly drop as changes in my life occur, followed by a low point that I had thought was never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has been really though, with work slowing down to a crawl, having less people to hang out with, and not having anyone I can even talk with or to.  I've been basically doing absolutely nothing, but reading books and watching TV.  Due to illness and the weather, I've not even been able to hike.  I somehow feel myself getting dumber and I can swear I can feel my muscle going into atrophy.  I almost feel like I'm going through a second quarterlife crisis, if that's even possible; the first one was not pretty.  I am beyond bored!  I feel so lonely!  and I feel completely lost in every aspect of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible."  &lt;/span&gt;-Carl Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for a couple friends that I've either reconnected with or gotten closer to, as well as some distant friends, I think I might have lost my mind.  Talking to someone requires more than having someone to talk to.  They have to be able to relate, understand, and listen to you.  I can't believe I'm saying this, but there really is a difference between the sexes when it comes to listening.  Girls really are just better at it than guys.  Being able to talk to someone is a relief I didn't think I needed until it was lost.  Another reason I haven't lost my mind is also because of those same friends who's made me feel wanted.  You have no idea how good that makes me feel.  To be needed makes one feel good, but to be wanted is a completely different high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also seen a lot of people which I hadn't seen in a very long time these past couple weeks, which has been really good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that 2009 is pretty much around the corner.  I've got some huge decision I have to make.  The first and foremost is my career.  I absolutely love what I do, but I am completely frustrated with the not knowing.  Not knowing when work is coming to town.  Not knowing when I'll next work or when I'll next get paid.  Not knowing if I'll even get a call when a project is in town.  I am a curious individual and the not knowing is killing me.  I have to decided which direction I need to follow or even if I have to follow a new path.  This is though!  When should you give up on your dream?  And how do you know if you've done enough to achieve it?  This is not going to be an easy decision to make and it will also not be a quick one.  I'll definitely be contemplating this decision way past the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a ton of other decision I need to make, but I won't bore you guys anymore than I have, plus some are personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really hoping for a good 2009, but I know that if I want 2009 to be good, I have to make it good and not wait for it to become good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-7425942866316768197?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/7425942866316768197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=7425942866316768197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7425942866316768197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7425942866316768197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-but-ready-to-be-found-in.html' title='Lost but ready to be found in 2009...hopefully'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7815638542542459349</id><published>2008-11-20T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:33:35.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekeend'/><title type='text'>A little update.</title><content type='html'>Originally I was writing my update almost word for word of how it had happened when I realized that I was on page six and I hadn't even gone through half my first weekend.  So I saved it and forgot all about it.  Now I'm back, I've deleted the previous updated draft and starting from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working a lot more consistently then usual lately, which I'm definitely not complaining about, because for the first time in quite some years, I'm not that stress about money.  I've got enough saved to last for a little bit, but unfortunately, I don't have enough saved to last me the entire down time that the film industry in the D.C./Baltimore area gets during the winter season.  So it's probably a 9 to 5 or store hours for me until winter is over.  I haven't started looking yet, I'm actually dreading working during the holidays in a customer support position.  Hopefully, I can hold off until New Year or find a nice boring office jobs.  I was really happy that I got to work on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0783443/"&gt;Washingtonienne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I had been trying to work on it for awhile, but never got any call back from anyone I made contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends also had been more entertaining than my past few ones, well at least the first couple weekends since my last update.  Let's see, I went to Atlantic city, Philadelphia during the World Series and saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Who&lt;/span&gt; in concert on my first weekend, which also included going to my very first &lt;a href="http://www.sonicdrivein.com"&gt;Sonic&lt;/a&gt;.  One of my goals is to try to go to every major fast food chain in the U.S.  There was of course Halloween at Fells Point and our Halloween party the next day, which was a pretty good success.  I was a mummy, but my costume was badly put together so it completely fell apart.  Beside Halloween, I really haven't spent much time going out with the usual crew, but it's been ok, since I've managed to convince other friends that I'm cool enough to hang out with.  Gas has also been quite low, so with the combination of having money and gas being so low in quite some time, I've even decided to go home home to hang out with my sisters.  I kind of feel bad for one of my sister, because she doesn't have anyone to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hanging with my sisters, I ran into one of my friends from elementary school.  That's a long time.  We were very close back then, all the way to high school, but then I graduated, I was a year older, and kind of lost touch.  We would bump into each other every once in awhile, and even played ball at the rec center when we both went to UMD.  But after I dropped out, I hadn't heard from him until about a few weeks ago when he found me on what else, Facebook.  Uummm!!! first he finds me on facebook, then bump into each other while out, I'm beginning to think that he's stalking me....J/K.  It was really good seeing him, like I said we were really close, it's good to see that he's doing well.  It's really weird, because when we lost touch, I began hanging out with mutual friends of ours and became really close with them.  But at the moment, those two friendships are not looking too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sick.  This is the second time this year, the last time was Jan or Feb.  I don't know if it's old age or just because I'm not in that good of shape anymore.  But I've gotten a cold for four or five straight winters, I never got sick before with the exception of an annoying cough that wouldn't go away.  Now I'm getting colds.  Not happy at all with my current situation.  I'm trying to sweat it out, but my new apt is really big, so it just doesn't get that hot, even though I have the thermostat at 78.  I'm currently wearing sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt.  If you really know me, you know how rare that is, if you don't know me, read the blog title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, something pretty significant happened since my last post....what was it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Obama was elected to be the new President of the United States.  I actually didn't believe the American public would do the right thing.  I know that he was leading all the early polls, but I just assumed that once people had to vote for real, that they would end up voting McCain.  I've was ecstatic that I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-7815638542542459349?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/7815638542542459349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=7815638542542459349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7815638542542459349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7815638542542459349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-update.html' title='A little update.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7717895959723719460</id><published>2008-10-28T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:04:41.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of changes but same old Joe.</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I haven't had any real entries in my blog in quite some time by a few people.  Well they are absolutely correct.  I've been meaning to write something down but I've been putting it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm done putting it off.  Prepare yourself for a long one, as I update you all as to what exactly have been going on in my life from work, friends, apt, and...well my life, since September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeMTGP-tmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AebTI5ytMgE/s1600-h/living+room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeMTGP-tmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AebTI5ytMgE/s400/living+room+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262328949328754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's start with the biggest change in my life.  On the 10th of September, I moved into a new apartment with some new roommates.  The apartment is really nice and really spacious.  I'm still kinda in shock as to how big this place is.  My roommates are some of my closest friend, guys that I would hang out with even if I wasn't living with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great place with great friends.  This should be the best situation a guy could ask for.  But I had my worries before moving in, and now that I've moved in and lived here for awhile, I still have those same worries and some that I hadn't thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest difference between my last apartment and my new apartment is Fernando and I had so much more in common than Ryan, Josh and I have.  Ryan, Josh, and I were just brought up differently and you can definitely notice the difference, especially when it comes to energy consumption.  Nando and I were brought up to conserve energy , I'm not talking about not turning on the heat in the winter or the A/C in the summer, but more the little things, like keeping lights on or using the washer/dryer for just one or two sets of clothing.  Ryan and Josh doesn't seem to understand the concept that everything adds up, and to tell you the truth, I really don't think they care much either.  It seems that their brain of taught is that if they can pay for it then who cares.  At least that's my take on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt very comfortable talking to Nando about anything and I'm starting to miss having someone to talk to. I don't even try to talk to Ryan or Josh, because I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; that they wouldn't understand me. Things I've noticed, Ryan, Josh and I don't think alike.  It isn't a problem where friendship could get ruin, but it's something that I worry about.  You would hope that you and your roommates had more in common, but I'm finding out that we don't, which is a bit surprising since we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside those worries, my stay here has been great, but a bit lonely.  The place is really big and one can feel a bit lonesome when you are the only one in the apartment or when both your roommates stay in their rooms the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeLSNtSvxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WB6u9K9nYJw/s1600-h/n749404103_1487206_5030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeLSNtSvxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WB6u9K9nYJw/s400/n749404103_1487206_5030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327834639253266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first month into my new lease, I had actually only stayed for half the time.  The other half was spent in D.C. while I had gotten on a show shooting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was actually pretty interesting.  It was a reality show called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blonde Charity Mafia&lt;/span&gt; for Lifetime, which is suppose to start airing sometime in November right after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt;.  I can't tell you anything about the show itself, because I signed a confidential clause.  But I can tell you about my experience on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my last gig, this show had a smaller crew than a feature film.  To me it was the perfect size, about 15 to 20 not counting producers.  Crews that small usually don't get union guys, which is perfect for me, because I can actually get my hands dirty instead of just watching the grips and camera guys haul equipments, part of me feel very guilty whenever that happens because I'm just watching when I feel like I should help.  On small crews I get to help out everyone and even better, watch and learn as they work, some guys even try to teach you as they work, which I love.  An even better feeling is when after awhile the crew trust you enough to be able to do their job on your own while they go set up something else.  All I ever want to do on set is be as helpful as possible and learn as much as I can, and the only way I know how to do that is to actually get my hands dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time I work with a crew primarily from L.A.  I had heard some horror stories about working with L.A. guys, but so far, all the L.A. people that I've worked with have all been great.  I've been told that it's because I've been lucky so far and that if I give it some time, I'll get my own horror story about working with an L.A. crew.  Funny thing is the guys on this show might all be from L.A. but they moved there from other places such as San Fran, Philly, Boston, and even Baltimore.  The Assistant Director actually went to John Hopkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors/subject were great to be around with also, especially one in particular who was just a doll.  I came in half way through production, so clicks were already formed and a bit difficult to infiltrate between crew and actor, but whenever I talked to anyone, I got the utmost respect and friendly demeanor.  The actors/subject were obviously all local to the D.C. area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the show is always difficult.  You work so many hours with these guy, and you get to know them pretty well and become really close to them, especially if you are an out of town crew member that has to live together.  But at the end of the show, you pretty much all go your own separate ways, sometime never to see each other again.  Everyone is hoping the show get picked up for a second season so that we can all work together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have an advantage over other assistant.  It might just be my imagination, but I've noticed that most producers love to have me around, because I can carry a lot of things.  I guess being a muscular assistant does help, as most equipment are pretty heavy. At least that's my suspicion, because that's what I would do, as long as that person knew what they were doing.  I just happen to know what I'm doing and I'm a pretty hard and reliable worker also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lifetime show was not my only gig.  I just came back from D.C. from another shoot.  This was however different from most of my shoots, as it was a photo shoot.  As most of you know or should know,  I started out in photography then transitioned to film.  I still love photography and if I had the money, I would probably try to freelance as a photographer also.  So when I was asked if I was available for a photo shoot, I jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was quite different then what I was used to.  Unlike a film production, this production was extremely slow.  Everyone moved as there was all the time in the world.  On a film set, everyone moves at lighting speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very interesting comparing the two, but it was most interesting watching the photographer at work.  I would love to do another photo shoot, but photo shoot rarely use production assistant.  If they need something, they just ask the photo assistant to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put at a very awkward position, during this production.  My job is to aid the production in anyway I can, and I usually only have to listen to one person.  But for some reason the wardrobe stylist felt that I was also her personal assistant and kept trying to get me to run her personal errand.  I was told by a crew member that she was power tripping, which I had already assess five minute after talking to her.  The producer told me not to do any of her personal errand, but he never told her not to ask me to do her personal errands, so she kept asking.  After 4 hours of her asking me to do this run, the producer finally talked to her about not getting me to do her personal errands, but I don't know what was said, because I eventually ended up having to make her errand.  And no she wasn't from L.A.  she was from Chicago, although, she did live in L.A. for a bit.  The rest of the primary crew was from Tampa.  The photo shoot was an advertisement shoot for Marriott Fairfield Inn, Resident Inn, Springhill Inn, and Courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something everytime I work on a production, but here are some of the weirdest and craziest things that I've learned, not really production related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;-There are more cars going into D.C. at 5am then there are cars going into Baltimore at 8am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-People who drive to work at 5am are all in a hurry, all poor driver, and are all scary to be driving around.  (no joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-It is apparently illegal to drive barefoot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-I hate driving in D.C. as it is terribly design.  It is so easy to get lost and I know the city pretty well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I had a lot more things, but because I waited so long, I don't remember what they were.  It's also only a coincident that they are all about driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeRFZkkmTI/AAAAAAAAANA/V8_507xKuP0/s1600-h/uvp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeRFZkkmTI/AAAAAAAAANA/V8_507xKuP0/s400/uvp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262334211555367218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Socially, things have also been different.  I used to go out all the times and there wasn't a weekend where I wasn't doing something.  But lately, that has been the opposite.  I was afraid that this would happen when both Nando and Ice were kinda forced to leave the area and move back home.  Nando and Ice were the guys that I could count on to do anything.  They would go anywhere at anytime, which is probably why my best weekends since August has been when one or both are in town.  Ryan was also a person I could count on of at least going out, even if it was always the same thing, but he's been tied down as of late with girlfriend duty.  I'm not really asking for much.  All I want is to be able to do something Friday and Saturday night outside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the usual crew being absent, I've had to find my own things to do .  Lucky for me, Jen's obligation has diminished and she's had more time to hang out.  It has been great hanging out with her, after what seemed like two years of absence.  But beside her, it has been kinda hard trying to find people to hang out with as of late, especially with most of my friend having left the area.  It seems like everyone is so busy doing other things, like going out of town or home, or have things already planned.  But I guess that's what I get for trying to make plans last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing happened a few weekends ago, and it has been baffling me since it happened.  It turns out that [redacted] taught that I wanted to get with his ex because I was..."dancing with her", and he felt the need to give me the O.K. to go for it.  I appreciate the ok, but thing is, I wasn't trying to get with her, I was just dancing and having fun with her.  This isn't what's baffling.  What is baffling is that it isn't the first time one of my friends taught that I was trying to get with a certain female friends of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 5  or 6 females that we, as a group, have been hanging out with consistently. After a few comments by certain guys in our group, I decided to ask other guy friend in our group if they taught the same thing.  And my guy friends all think that I'm or was trying to get with them.  That's baffling because that's the furthest from the truth.  I wasn't and hasn't been trying to get with any of them, half of which have long term boyfriend.  Now I have those same suspicion about a few members of our group, i.e. they've verbally said so, but how do all my guy friends think that I was when I'm not.  It has gotten me to question an old aged question which I taught I had the answer to.  Can men be friend with a women without an ulterior motive?  I think they can and that I have that, but I'm questioning it now.  I've considered asking my female friends if they think that I'm trying to get to them, but never followed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQePuGJnfmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Fjp61v6ybCI/s1600-h/Rober-E-Lee-Path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQePuGJnfmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Fjp61v6ybCI/s400/Rober-E-Lee-Path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262332711693418082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Robert E. Lee Trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiking a lot lately, mostly near my house where there is a nice simple trail, about 6 miles supposedly, it doesn't feel like it though.  I've been attempting to get back into shape, but my knee is still a big problem, so I try not to exert to much pressure on it, like running or jumping.  I love the outdoors, so hiking was a natural fit, but I would rather be playing tennis, soccer, and basketball instead.  I've tried playing tennis with a few people, but they really aren't any good, so it doesn't do anything for me.  It actually probably hurt my game, more than it helps me.  I really want to start playing in tennis tournament sometime next year, so I'll have to end up finding a hitting partner that could challenge me at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, hiking will do.  I'm actually trying to get into more outdoors activities.  I've always been a fan of it, but never really had people to go with, and the people I did go with, never made it enjoyable.  I want to hike and backpack a few trails in the area, and I'm working my way into being able to do 13 miles easily.  I also want to go camping once the weather warms back up again as well as some rock climbing and kayaking/rafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main goal is to just be healthier and that means loosing the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now.  I'll attempt to update more frequently for all my curious friends, but no promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-7717895959723719460?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/7717895959723719460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=7717895959723719460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7717895959723719460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7717895959723719460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/10/lots-of-changes-but-same-old-joe.html' title='Lots of changes but same old Joe.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQeMTGP-tmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AebTI5ytMgE/s72-c/living+room+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-1824717978415995260</id><published>2008-10-27T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:36:13.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason for Asia's Over Population.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQakfFq7hDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AKTEv_FOxIk/s1600-h/mongol_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQakfFq7hDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AKTEv_FOxIk/s400/mongol_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262074068634141746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the trailer to this movie, &lt;a href="http://www.mongolmovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mongol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, awhile ago.  I just recently saw something about it and decided to look further into it, since I want to watch it.  Turns out, like most biopic, that the movie isn't entirely accurate.  The movie shows Genghis Khan as a devoted husband, but it turns out that Khan wasn't  as faithful as the movie makes him out to be.  According to an article in &lt;a href="http://www.sciencedirect.com/science?_ob=ArticleURL&amp;amp;_udi=B8JDD-4R0025T-S&amp;amp;_user=10&amp;amp;_rdoc=1&amp;amp;_fmt=&amp;amp;_orig=search&amp;amp;_sort=d&amp;amp;view=c&amp;amp;_version=1&amp;amp;_urlVersion=0&amp;amp;_userid=10&amp;amp;md5=fcb84d00a98be9c8e2eaf32835b8b9fd"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The American Journal of American Genetics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, roughly 8% of all men in Asia are descendants of Khan.  Now that's a lot of fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to see this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-1824717978415995260?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/1824717978415995260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=1824717978415995260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/1824717978415995260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/1824717978415995260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-for-asias-over-population.html' title='The reason for Asia&apos;s Over Population.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQakfFq7hDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AKTEv_FOxIk/s72-c/mongol_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-109333384025670265</id><published>2008-10-23T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:06:56.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online game.'/><title type='text'>Crazy divorses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQFSOL2vDNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3OtIrmIPfpI/s1600-h/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQFSOL2vDNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3OtIrmIPfpI/s320/103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260576243399462098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some weird reason, I find divorce gone bad stories extremely funny/interesting.  I have always thought that most people rushed into weddings and that they would eventually end badly, so I guess part of me is glad that I'm proven right.  But lets get this right, I don't wish it on anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, here is another one of those divorce gone bad stories that I've stumbled upon.  Probably my last entry on the subject, as I'm sure you'll rather read about me then stupid divorces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is particularly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 43 years old Japanese woman has been arrested after she killed her virtual husband.  The woman's avatar in &lt;a href="http://maplestory.nexon.net/WZ.ASPX?PART=/Main"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a Korean Online game, was married to a 33 year old man's avatar, but she logged on one day only to find out that she was no longer married.  She got so angry that she logged onto her virtual ex-husbands account using information that she acquire during their virtual courtship and deleted his avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went straight to the police after he found out that his avatar was dead, and now the woman is facing hacking charges.  If convicted she could face a prison term of up to 5 years or a fine of up to $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know who is crazier in this story.  The woman for deleting the man's avatar after being dumped in the virtual world or the man for complaining to the police after his avatar was deleted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-109333384025670265?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/109333384025670265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=109333384025670265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/109333384025670265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/109333384025670265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-divorses.html' title='Crazy divorses.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SQFSOL2vDNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3OtIrmIPfpI/s72-c/103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-2222458456140956259</id><published>2008-10-20T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:39:56.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Crazies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SPw0ewp1iCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hb4S668BDyk/s1600-h/facebook_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SPw0ewp1iCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hb4S668BDyk/s200/facebook_pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259136167922993186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If it's not on facebook, then it's not official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people might think twice before making such a statement or making anything facebook official after what happen in &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1078514/Husband-hacked-wife-death-meat-cleaver-changed-Facebook-status-single.html"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt;.  A men was sentence to a minimum of 14 years in jail after he killed his wife with a meat cleaver after she officially changed their relationship status on facebook to "single".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just can't believe the crazyness that happen around the world.  It's almost unbelievable, but yet it's completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;My last two entries, really doesn't encourage me to get married at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-2222458456140956259?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/2222458456140956259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=2222458456140956259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/2222458456140956259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/2222458456140956259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook-crazies.html' title='Facebook Crazies.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SPw0ewp1iCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Hb4S668BDyk/s72-c/facebook_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-8921201979246555286</id><published>2008-10-11T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:22:19.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><title type='text'>Half is mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SPBTnmHMm1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PMIe5Un42Ps/s1600-h/capt.cps.nvq57.091008172948.photo00.photo.default-512x354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SPBTnmHMm1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PMIe5Un42Ps/s400/capt.cps.nvq57.091008172948.photo00.photo.default-512x354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255792704852106066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this.  Everyone jokes about it, but this guy actually went and did it.  What did he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he sawed his house in half and took his half of the house with him, after a bitter divorce to his wife of 18 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-8921201979246555286?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/8921201979246555286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=8921201979246555286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/8921201979246555286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/8921201979246555286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-is-mine.html' title='Half is mine'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SPBTnmHMm1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/PMIe5Un42Ps/s72-c/capt.cps.nvq57.091008172948.photo00.photo.default-512x354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-6872163888926699302</id><published>2008-10-01T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:17:18.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Date W/Sharapova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SORZL4I01BI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ua3PvBM2gjI/s1600-h/Maria-Sharapova-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252421126003676178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SORZL4I01BI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ua3PvBM2gjI/s400/Maria-Sharapova-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really wished I had $10,001 to waste. I would love to go on a date with Maria Sharapova, even if she is almost a foot taller than me. To those who don't know what I'm talking about. Someone just bid $10,000 at an auction at a charity event to go on a date with Sharapova. What is really funny is that Sharapova's boyfriend got outbid. Sharapova is the highest paid female athelete in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-6872163888926699302?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/6872163888926699302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=6872163888926699302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/6872163888926699302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/6872163888926699302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/10/date-wsharapova.html' title='Date W/Sharapova'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SORZL4I01BI/AAAAAAAAALw/Ua3PvBM2gjI/s72-c/Maria-Sharapova-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7530442112258875648</id><published>2008-09-22T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:26:56.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Err</title><content type='html'>I think that I might have made a mistake &lt;strike&gt;moving&lt;/strike&gt; staying in Baltimore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-7530442112258875648?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/7530442112258875648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=7530442112258875648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7530442112258875648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7530442112258875648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/09/err.html' title='Err'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-3067495327614174068</id><published>2008-09-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:16:00.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classmates'/><title type='text'>Bored and old classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SNXzVYJxoFI/AAAAAAAAALo/eByq_a1wiXQ/s1600-h/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SNXzVYJxoFI/AAAAAAAAALo/eByq_a1wiXQ/s400/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248368489356435538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first real weekend at my new place and man has it been boring.  I tried to hang out Friday, but no one was around except the people who only stay in, so I invite Jen over and pretty much talked all night.  On Saturday, I had plans to go out, but the people I was suppose to hang out with never returned Josh's calls, so we just ended up watching a movie at his sisters place.  What sucks is that as soon as the movie started, a friend called and wanted to hang out, but I couldn't just leave Josh, plus I didn't drive, and I know Josh wouldn't go with me.  I really hope this trend doesn't continue.  I knew that with Fernando and Eisenberg gone, that it would be a bit boring, but I really didn't want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I was so bored that I spent about two hours stalking old high school friends and classmates on facebook, people that I've lost in contact with.  I was curious as to see if there were any of my classmates on facebook, but mainly to see what everyone looked like now.  It's really weird, but I probably wouldn't recognize any of them if i ran into them on the street, even the ones I was kinda close to in high school. Another weird thing, most are married and have kids and have the whole family and career thing going on.  I would feel like a completely looser if I were still friends with them, as a matter of fact, I kinda feel like one now.  I didn't be-friend any of them on facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-3067495327614174068?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/3067495327614174068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=3067495327614174068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/3067495327614174068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/3067495327614174068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/09/bored-and-old-classmates.html' title='Bored and old classmates'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SNXzVYJxoFI/AAAAAAAAALo/eByq_a1wiXQ/s72-c/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-9171651730327657731</id><published>2008-09-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:34:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo can be funny at times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SNNGcRDCbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/kVOpDcSIHJw/s1600-h/sword-mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SNNGcRDCbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/kVOpDcSIHJw/s400/sword-mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247615442243185858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got internet back after moving to a new place, and naturally I spend most of my time surfing the web to catch up on articles, blogs, and sites that I haven't seen in weeks and this is what I stumbled on.  (&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080912133418AAASZY9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious.  I don't know if this is a real question, but the answers are just great.  Even reading the answers from the uptight users who seems to be to freakin serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-9171651730327657731?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/9171651730327657731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=9171651730327657731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/9171651730327657731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/9171651730327657731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/09/yahoo-can-be-funny-at-times.html' title='Yahoo can be funny at times.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SNNGcRDCbMI/AAAAAAAAALg/kVOpDcSIHJw/s72-c/sword-mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-4765205647928703465</id><published>2008-09-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:44:50.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SMXiYXyh0II/AAAAAAAAALY/Jxvsd2fh-RU/s1600-h/couch-potato.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SMXiYXyh0II/AAAAAAAAALY/Jxvsd2fh-RU/s400/couch-potato.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243846249473495170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new apartment won't be ready for another three days and it's been a little over a week since I moved out of my old apartment.  For the mean time, I'm back where I grew up staying with my sister.  Living with my sister isn't bad.  I have a bed, a huge HDTV, and all the food I can eat.  But I can see why I don't go home much anymore.  I am terribly bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have friends here, but ever since I've moved away to school, we've kind of grown apart.  I have my things and they have their things and those things don't seem to be similar anymore.  The more I think about it, the more I realize that they weren't really that similar in the first place, we were just familiar with each other.  Also, my friends are weird and I don't think they respect me, so why would I want to hang out with people that don't respect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually hang out with my sisters and their friends a lot when home, but they've both been real busy.  My youngest sister hangs out with an older crowd, which is sort a nice switch since I hang out with a younger and immature crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to moving back to B-more.  I feel like a total bum right now.  All I've done since staying with my sister is watch TV.  I've gone out a few times with her, but for the most part, I've been in stuck either in front of the TV or the computer or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing.  I had a dream a few days ago.  The dream was about my new place, but it was awful, and the previous owner had just died and left all their belonging their for us to deal with.  So hope that it's just a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-4765205647928703465?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/4765205647928703465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=4765205647928703465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/4765205647928703465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/4765205647928703465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home Away From Home'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SMXiYXyh0II/AAAAAAAAALY/Jxvsd2fh-RU/s72-c/couch-potato.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-632645889318835222</id><published>2008-09-02T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:11:56.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bug'/><title type='text'>Mosquitos Stole My DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SL2OPtyp3PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ClfzVKP_OQ8/s1600-h/mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SL2OPtyp3PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ClfzVKP_OQ8/s400/mosquito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241501941970361586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to two barbecues this weekend and I now have 15+ bug bites.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that I haven't caught any mosquito-borne disease, such as, West Nile, Malaria, or Yellow Fever, because that would be a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Bugs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-632645889318835222?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/632645889318835222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=632645889318835222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/632645889318835222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/632645889318835222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/09/mosquitos-stole-my-dna.html' title='Mosquitos Stole My DNA'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SL2OPtyp3PI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ClfzVKP_OQ8/s72-c/mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-406612277460862634</id><published>2008-08-28T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:27:43.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Moving, Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SLd6L7nKfFI/AAAAAAAAALI/V-6PvR5PtbQ/s1600-h/moving9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SLd6L7nKfFI/AAAAAAAAALI/V-6PvR5PtbQ/s320/moving9.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239791036867968082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's past midnight and I have to move out of my apartment in just a little under nine hours.  But I have yet to start packing and I can't seem to get my self started.  Instead, I'm online checking Facebook or reading blogs, including my own old entries...  Writing blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to admit.  I really don't know what it is, I don't think I can describe it, but even though I'm only moving 10 minutes from my current resident, I can't shake the feeling that this is one of the biggest move/decision I've made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past four plus years, my life revolved near or around the Towson University campus.  Even after I had graduated, I was still hanging out near or around the campus.  Everything is pretty much walking distance from my current apartment, so I pretty much walk everywhere I need to.  I walked to campus, to trivia, to the bar, even to the mall.  Where I'm living I won't have the chance to walk anywhere, since it's so isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worry about the move, but I've been worried before and what I'm feeling is not just worry.  Four years ago, I moved to Towson without any type of transportation to take me home, an hours drive away, but I dealt with it like a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is different now, I don't know what it is.  I am anxious or frighten or paranoid, or just plain confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to move away from campus, that's not what worries me.  &lt;s&gt;I think that it's because I'm so unfamiliar with the surrounding area that I'm moving to.  Everywhere, I've ever lived, I had been to before hand.  maybe this is the reason???&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a total bullshit lie.  I know why I'm like this.  What if???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I made the right decision staying in Towson???  I just don't know and that worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I got to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I stuff my self with food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-406612277460862634?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/406612277460862634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=406612277460862634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/406612277460862634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/406612277460862634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-why.html' title='Moving, Why?'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SLd6L7nKfFI/AAAAAAAAALI/V-6PvR5PtbQ/s72-c/moving9.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7064299098687951981</id><published>2008-08-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:10:31.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Frustrated Money Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKcXt7CkQvI/AAAAAAAAALA/Yqx6PuQCki0/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKcXt7CkQvI/AAAAAAAAALA/Yqx6PuQCki0/s320/money.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235179169551500018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...that worry free attitude has come and gone, and now I must face the real world again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really frustrated with my financial situation, i.e. the lack of funds.  It's like I'm not making any progress toward saving anything.  I'm living check by check and I only get checks when I get a gig which is almost never now.  I doesn't look like I'm going to be able to freelance much longer.  It has completely taken it's toll on my financial portfolio.  Looks like I'm going to have to find another way to break into this field.  Looks like I'm going to have to go the fund my own extremely low-budget projects, and hope that what I put out is good enough for my name to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've sacrificed a lot and I really don't think that I can move forward anymore without taking back some of the things I gived up.  For example, I haven't bough new cloth in over three years, now they are completely falling apart, my shorts are all ripped, my shoe/flip-flops all have holes, and my shirts are just plain worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-7064299098687951981?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/7064299098687951981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=7064299098687951981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7064299098687951981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7064299098687951981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustrated-money-issue.html' title='Frustrated Money Issue'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKcXt7CkQvI/AAAAAAAAALA/Yqx6PuQCki0/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-4335161530918603089</id><published>2008-08-12T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:02:16.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunscreen'/><title type='text'>Life is a Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKHiqqwLRpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VBgKWzvftQY/s1600-h/Topsail+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKHiqqwLRpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VBgKWzvftQY/s400/Topsail+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233713464639964818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been back three days, but I'm already missing the beach.  I miss the sound of the waves as it crashes into the shore.  I miss the smell of the ocean as it combine with breathable oxygen.  I miss the powerful current from the sea as I attempt to stay in one place but fail miserably and end up a quarter mile north of my stationary beach towel.  I miss the feel of the sand between my toes and fingers as I dig, bury, toss, and generally play with while everyone tans.  I miss the long walks on the beach in the pitch black night as the island falls asleep.  But most importantly, I miss the laid-back worry free attitude that I had as oppose to the laid-back worry free attitude that I pretend to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty laid-back guy.  But worry free, I am not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vacation was exactly what the doctor ordered.  Out of the eight days that we were there, I thought of nothing but relaxation for six of them.  The stress of everyday life was left unpacked in Baltimore.  I didn't think of bills.  I didn't think of work.  I didn't think of anything that usually would keep me up late at night.  And the two days that I did worry about, was me worrying about my burnt skin.  The best thing about it was that it was a natural process.  I didn't start packing for my vacation thinking that my goal for this vacation is to not worry about anything and leave my stress behind.  It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days were pretty much all the same.  I would wake up at around noon with the rest of the crew, some earlier and some later, but on average noon.  Eat a light breakfast then head straight to the beach, which was walking distance.  For the next four to five hours, I would enjoy all the amenities the beach has to offer.  Most of my time was spent in the water, were I bobbed up and down on top of each wave, sometime I would go under one to cool off and other times I would try to ride one to have fun.  I would try to swim against the current only to realize that I was pretty much swimming in place.  I would also try to float on my back, but my fear of sharks always won out and I would quickly straighten my self up and looked around for fins.  There was even a time where I tried to catch a big wave and as soon as I was about to turn and start swimming, a flying fish jumped out of the water from the wave right in front of me and scare the living shit out of me.  Other times I would sit on the shallow end and let the waves carry me to shore, this is also where I swallow the most sea water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the water alone a couple times, but seeing as this beach wasn't crowded at all, I didn't spend too much time in the water alone.  When on the sand I tried to keep myself busy.  I'm not a big fan of just lying around tanning, especially since I tan and burn so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear sunscreen lotion because I'm allergic to anything scented or that has fragrance which is pretty much 90% of the sunscreen product out.  There are sunscreen lotion for sensitive skin, but I can never find them, and when I do I don't buy them because they are so expensive and I hardly wear sunscreen anyway.  Why are things that are good for you always expensive?  That's another topic altogether.  I sometime get kids sunscreen, but I find that a lot of them still use aloe or fragrance, almost like they are regular sunscreen that just slaps a kids label on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I burnt myself on the very first day at the beach and by the third day I knew that if I wanted to keep going to the beach I would need some kind of protection, so I took a gamble and decided to put on some sunscreen lotion that was lying around the house.  I had my &lt;a href="http://www.benadryl.com/"&gt;Benadryl&lt;/a&gt; on hand and ready to go in case I started to break out in hives.  Lucky for me it was safe.  The label said that it was fragrance free, but said nothing about aloe.  So I was a bit worry.  But I used a 30SPF and 50SPF for the rest of the week and didn't make any further damage to my already damage skin, so I'll probably by that same product again in the future. (&lt;a href="http://www.coppertone.com/coppertone/products/ultraguard/detail_gp_30quickcover.jsp"&gt;Coppertone&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt;ultraGUARD&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; QuickCover&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt; Lotion Spray SPF 30&lt;/a&gt;)  Apparently it is hypoallergenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the water I played with the sand, even tried to build a man size castle, which was a lot of hard work.  I played frizbee and bocce ball.  I even tried reading.  But I would only stay out of the water for  a little bit, as it's the only thing I know to do at the beach beside tanning which I'm not fan of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we all would come back to the house and sometime we would fish, but most of the time we just relaxed as the sun and water took a lot out of everyone.  I would always have a snack after my shower, which with two showers and six people took some time to get around.  Time flew by all week, relaxing for what seemed minutes ended up hours.  We all watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/span&gt; almost everyday as we attempted to out answer the contestant, we failed everytime.  With the exception of my birthday and our last night, we stayed in and ate what ever delicious meal Jill had plan, which was usually around or after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our night were simple.  After dinner, we watched TV, read our books or magazines of the week and pretty much relaxed until bed time, some of us played scrabble or Gin Rummy, we even stole a wireless connection from our neighbors to check our emails and surf the web.  But one thing that was a lot different than what seemed to be a regular night.  I along with Ryan took full advantage of being at the beach and we would walk the shore almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my bed time would come around, at least an hour after everyone else.  I'll get ready for bed, shower, snack, teeth, sportcenter, etc, I would snuggle up in my bed and read a chapter or two from my book, and then turn of the light to do it all over again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKH-MGM7EpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TAY7f0yvM2Q/s1600-h/Topsail+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKH-MGM7EpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TAY7f0yvM2Q/s400/Topsail+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233743725757928082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally didn't think of anything but what I was going to do next to enjoy myself.  Now that is what I call relaxing.  The vacation was almost perfect.  I could have done without my skin getting burnt, but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always considered myself a person that should have grown up on the beach, and I think that even more now.  I would love to move near a beach, but the truth is, without my friends and a job in my field of work, I probably would end up being a beach bum.  As I grow older, my dream of one day retiring on a beach is actually fading more and more despite the fact that my love for the beach still grows.  I couldn't go anywhere where I didn't have friends.  That is one thing that I'm learning and realizing.  This vacation would have not been the same if not for the people I went with.  As beautiful, relaxing, and peaceful the place was, I don't think I would have had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until the next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-4335161530918603089?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/4335161530918603089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=4335161530918603089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/4335161530918603089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/4335161530918603089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-beach.html' title='Life is a Beach'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SKHiqqwLRpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VBgKWzvftQY/s72-c/Topsail+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7497679034739710645</id><published>2008-07-31T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:27:45.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacationing in Topsail</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=baltimore,+md&amp;amp;daddr=topsail.+Nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=64.416919,106.875&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=AARTsJo9Ugby3sD3XJYcNLiVFeR4nx-N5w&amp;amp;ll=37.160317,-77.080078&amp;amp;spn=9.624027,18.676758&amp;amp;z=5&amp;amp;output=embed" frameborder="0" height="275" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;saddr=baltimore,+md&amp;amp;daddr=topsail.+Nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=64.416919,106.875&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=37.160317,-77.080078&amp;amp;spn=9.624027,18.676758&amp;amp;z=5&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6pm tomorrow, I will be on my way to my first vacation in about three years, and the first one out of the state of Maryland in a decade. I did go to Cape May, NJ back in the winter, but that was more of a trip/getaway than a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love traveling, going to new places, and the beach. So you would think that I would go regularly, but that's not the case. You always have to have the right circumstance to go on vacation. You need the time, the money, and the people to go with. I've always had at least one, but never all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to go to the beach when one of your best friend hates the beach. It is also hard to go on vacation if you don't have free time or the money to pay for the expenses. There were times when I had the money, but didn't have the time. There were even times when I had the money and the time, 2 out of 3, but my friends and family didn't have the time or money. Now I have all the time, but non of the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this coming week, all that will change. I'm going to Topsail, NC with some of my closest friends for an entire week. And the best part about it, one of my friend family owns the place that we will be staying at, so expenses are pretty much paid for, except for food and gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I've seen from there look absolutely beautiful, I'm a little disappointed that I won't have a DSLR with me, but I'll make due with my point &amp;amp; shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-7497679034739710645?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/7497679034739710645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=7497679034739710645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7497679034739710645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/7497679034739710645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacationing-in-topsail_31.html' title='Vacationing in Topsail'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-3418487008663592700</id><published>2008-07-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:29.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>My One and Only (MOO)</title><content type='html'>It has been a little over a week since MOO finish shooting in Baltimore, but I still can't stop thinking of my experience on this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJDIOGqEFsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Er9xnbFxWO8/s1600-h/41096967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJDIOGqEFsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Er9xnbFxWO8/s320/41096967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228899312007911106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="credit"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="photographer"&gt;Bill Gray, Runaway Home Productions&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1185431/"&gt;My One and Only&lt;/a&gt; (MOO) is an independent film that was shooting in Baltimore staring Renee Zellweger and Kevin Bacon.  I had been trying to get on this show since I first heard of it way back in May, but for some reason I couldn't get any callback.  Maybe it is because it was a low budget movie and they thought that they would have to pay me a lot since I have been P.A.ing for over a year, at least that's what I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate, Fernando, is the guy I had heard about the movie from.  He had heard it from one of his professor, who was friend with some of the personnel in the location department, and gotten on the show as a location intern.  He also had been trying to get me on this show since he had heard of it but with no avail.  That is, until mid-way through the show, when I had completely given up on working on it.  Fernando called me mid-day and asked me if I was available to help on the show.  I had no upcoming gig, so it really didn't take me too long to answer YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was going to be working on a big production, on a film that over a million will see, as oppose to the corporate videos that I had been working on where only a handful of people will get to see.  Don't get me wrong, anytime you get on a shooting set is a great learning experience, but film is what I have always strive to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on many sets and consider myself to be very competent  around one, but I got to admit, it did take me a day or two to get adjusted.  I'm was used to film crew being the size of 6 to 10 max.  This show had 6 to 12 crew member in each department.  Learning every bodies name and what their job was did take some time.  Lucky for me, I already knew quite a few of the production assistant, production intern, and location intern.  The movie should really give out a special thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.towson.edu/"&gt;Towson University&lt;/a&gt; since most of the assistant and intern went or is going to school there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work was hard but fulfilling.  I loved every minute of it.  I went from asking for maybe only two days of week to working everyday because I loved it so much, and I'm not talking regular 9 to 5 days either.  I'm talking about 12 to 18 hour days starting at various times from 3:00am to 1:00pm and ending at 5:00pm to 3:00am, in the hot summer sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from my experience and I'm very sure that I've gotten a lot of respect for my work ethic and competence.  I really busted my ass to make sure that the location department, the department I worked for, looked good.  I've personally gotten some praise from my managers, which only helps to boost my confidence and reinforce my decision to stay in the DC/Baltimore area.  I am hoping to parlay this into more work.  I've been told that I'm wanted on the next upcoming show, in the fall, and I'm really exited for it.  But until all the i are dotted and the t are cross, I'll be crossing my fingers and holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people I've worked with were great.  Like always, the set was very clicky.  The producers ate lunch at the producers trailer, the grips ate lunch at the grip table, the cameraman ate lunch at the cameraman table etc... I ate with the assistant and intern, and in turn have gotten to know them a lot better.  I even manage to befriend one of the main actor and upcoming star, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0503567/"&gt;Logan Lerman&lt;/a&gt;.  Because of his age, he felt more comfortable eating with us assistant and intern since we were all closer to his age and he could relate to us more.  Despite the clicks, I was very comfortable talking to everyone, no one made me feel like I wasn't suppose to be talking to them, well except for the producers, which I really didn't interact with much.  But everyone was great, we got so comfortable with each other that on the very last day of the shoot, we even openly talked about oral sex with both male and female crew members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJDN5Tt3MzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yuaN0lWcLSs/s1600-h/41096971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJDN5Tt3MzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yuaN0lWcLSs/s320/41096971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228905551806018354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bill Gray, Runaway Home Production)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it already.  I miss my new found friends.  I miss working and keeping busy.  I miss the excitement of making a movie.  But most importantly, I miss...CATERING.  The entire month I worked on this show, I only had to cook for my self twice.  The rest of my meals were provided by the delicious catering truck.  I felt like I was dinning at a four star restaurant every time breakfast, lunch, and dinner came around.  hhhmmm!!! I'm getting hungry just writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few things that I however didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;-I love being on set, but working for the location department, there are times when you'll be needed elsewhere, for instance, I hated doing traffic duty, making sure that the crew and extras parked in the right places and left safely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-On company moves, I didn't like staying behind and wrapping up an old location while filming was happening in another location.  Like I said, I love being on set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-There were some down time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-As an intern, I didn't have as much responsibility as I'm used to having, which left me in the dark most of the time.  I'm a curious individual and need to know what is going on, so that I can make the best possible decision, instead of blindly following instruction.  I'll do it, but I'll question everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-The producers wouldn't allow cameras.  I love taking pictures and capturing memories.  I've had a camera on every set I've ever been on, until this one.  Had I been allow to bring my camera, I would have at least 4,000 pictures, and thats no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Working on this show has reinvigorated my want to work in film production, I don't want to just be in the film industry, I want to be making film.  I absolutely cannot wait until the next time, that is how much fun I had.  And yes, this is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! and the best thing... I am finally now on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm3063349/"&gt;IMDb&lt;/a&gt; after 4 year of trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-3418487008663592700?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/3418487008663592700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=3418487008663592700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/3418487008663592700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/3418487008663592700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-one-and-only-moo.html' title='My One and Only (MOO)'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJDIOGqEFsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Er9xnbFxWO8/s72-c/41096967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-6507293230664831082</id><published>2008-07-30T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:29.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Needless Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJA_TADLNQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nC_SQA9jgVc/s1600-h/sleepless01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJA_TADLNQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nC_SQA9jgVc/s320/sleepless01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228748763040527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is wrong with me, but there are times where I'll check my e-mail before I head to bed and then end up staying awake all night for no reason whats so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is currently 6:00 am, the sun has already risen, and I've been up all night catching up on trailers from&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/"&gt; apple.com&lt;/a&gt;, something I could have done during the day after a good nights rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was trailers but the next time might be photograph and the next might be blogs.  I can't believe some of the things I stay up for.  Really wish i would go to bed when I do because then I wouldn't be tired and hungry.  Also when I finally end up going to bed, I'll probably sleep until 3:00 or 4:00pm wasting precious daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do it every night, but it does happen enough times for me to be concern about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-6507293230664831082?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/6507293230664831082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=6507293230664831082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/6507293230664831082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/6507293230664831082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/07/needless-sleepless-nights.html' title='Needless Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SJA_TADLNQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nC_SQA9jgVc/s72-c/sleepless01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-3271076695976722922</id><published>2008-07-22T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:30.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michelle wie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Wie Disqualification is just wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SIZhfSMJcpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c9olbJBXAFs/s1600-h/2005MichelleWie06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SIZhfSMJcpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c9olbJBXAFs/s320/2005MichelleWie06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225971607696667282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Wie was disqualified from the State Farm Classic on Saturday because she broke one the most stupidest rules in golf.  She forgot to sign her scorecard before leaving the scoring area.  That is got to be one of the dumbest move Golf has ever made, not only do they got such a rule, but they actually enforce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dentedcans.wordpress.com/2008/07/22/stupid-golf-rules/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://dentedcans.wordpress.com/2008/07/22/stupid-golf-rules/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dentedcans.wordpress.com/2008/07/22/stupid-golf-rules/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-3271076695976722922?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/3271076695976722922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=3271076695976722922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/3271076695976722922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/3271076695976722922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/07/wie-disqualification-is-just-wrong.html' title='Wie Disqualification is just wrong.'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SIZhfSMJcpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c9olbJBXAFs/s72-c/2005MichelleWie06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-5281286434915890850</id><published>2008-07-13T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:30.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbird'/><title type='text'>Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHrNer0efZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HBXlyEIw_GE/s1600-h/8054.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHrNer0efZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HBXlyEIw_GE/s400/8054.001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222712644932107666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a hummingbird the other day for the first time in my life.  I was in absolute shock at how small and beautiful the bird was, as it flapped its wing a million times a minute.  I so wished that I had a camera at hand, but the movie that I'm working on at the moment is extremely strict about bringing cameras to set.  And no the hummingbird was not part of the movie.  It just happen to show up near set where I was sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that beautiful bird is another reason why I wish I had a DSLR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-5281286434915890850?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/5281286434915890850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=5281286434915890850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/5281286434915890850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/5281286434915890850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/07/hummingbird.html' title='Hummingbird'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHrNer0efZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HBXlyEIw_GE/s72-c/8054.001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-5668055890092266092</id><published>2008-07-13T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:30.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contact lens'/><title type='text'>I'm so blind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHnAMoEjevI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Gfk2W1C5_Q/s1600-h/gas_permeable_contact_lens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHnAMoEjevI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Gfk2W1C5_Q/s320/gas_permeable_contact_lens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222416566060284658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so mad at myself.  Today I lost my last pair of contact lenses in a pool and now, I am force to wear my glasses everywhere I go.  I don't like how I look in glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm mad at myself isn't entirely because I lost my contact, but how I lost my contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to go to a friend of a friend graduation party, and like usual, I went.  I will always jump at the chance to do new things and meet new ppl.  It happen that there would be a pool there and that means that I would be shirtless if I swam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty embarrass of my upper body, I'm a bit chubby, it would actually be ok if I were just fat but I for some reason that eludes my small brain, I also have man-boobs, so meeting new ppl shirtless really didn't appeal to me, so I was going to go, but I wasn't going to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all changed once I saw the pool and put my feet in the water as I sat on the ledge.  I love the water and seeing it in front of me while everyone else played in the water was to much for my will power.  Man-boob or not, I decided I didn't care what ppl thought of me and went into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't think I was going to go swimming, I just put my contacts on.  Usually, if I know I will be swimming, then I would just wear my glasses.  But this wasn't the case, and somewhere in the middle of playing water basketball and racing Fernando in the pool.  I lost my right and last pair of contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason why I'm mad.  I thought that I kept all my old pairs of lenses.  But it turns out that I was mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need new lenses.  I'm hoping that I can just call the place where I got my last set, but I'm afraid that they won't be able to accommodate me, since the last time was over five years ago and you are suppose to get a new prescription to buy new lenses.  I have a friend that works for an eye care shop, I am hoping that she can just get me the same pair of lenses that I currently wear, instead of having to take another eye exam, which I absolutely can not afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get new contact lenses without a prescription???  I know that it wasn't always the case.  I don't see how getting contact lenses can be misused, it is not like I'm getting drugs without a prescription.  I am sure it's all so you have to go get an eye exam, so that the man can make more money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/826145470082490746-5668055890092266092?l=joe411.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/feeds/5668055890092266092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=826145470082490746&amp;postID=5668055890092266092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/5668055890092266092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/826145470082490746/posts/default/5668055890092266092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joe411.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-blind.html' title='I&apos;m so blind...'/><author><name>Joe A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922565250787762363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16393734861615149217'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHnAMoEjevI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9Gfk2W1C5_Q/s72-c/gas_permeable_contact_lens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826145470082490746.post-7423209762768357916</id><published>2008-07-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:30.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Hard Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHHDVPM8c3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mLsunMVHLk4/s1600-h/thinker.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpFAFbKGtx8/SHHDVPM8c3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mLsunMVHLk4/s320/thinker.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220168212724609906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past few month I've had to really make some hard decision, that will affect me in the near future, and possibly in the long run.  Hopefully those decision will not come back and bite me in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite some time to come with what I did.  It literally took a good four month of thinking, rationalizing, scrutinizing, and finally finalizing my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year or so, I've had the time of my life.  I have great friends which I hang out with every chance I get.  I've only had two or three dull weekends in the past two years.  I'm doing well socially, even though I still don't have a girlfriend, but that's partly by choice.  And I'm really in a good place in my life...that is...with the exception of my career.  I have been trying to find a full time job in the film or television industry for the past two years in the Baltimore area, but have not been successful at that endeavor.  It isn't because I'm not employable or that I don't know what I'm doing, because the truth is, without sounding cocky and arragont, I'm better qualified then half of the ppl in Baltimore who are employed in my industry.  But the reason for my lack of employment has to do with the fact that the job market blows, especially here in Baltimore, so no one is willing to give me, or anyone new for that matter, a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my options are simple.  Move to L.A.  Move to N.Y.  Move to Ohio, and live with my mom.  Move back to D.C.  Move anywhere where they'll hire me.  Or stay in Baltimore and hope I find something soon.  Quiting and changing industry is not an option....yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thought of moving somewhere where I've never been to and where I don't know anyone and is so far away scares me, but I am definitely willing to try it.  I actually know a ton of ppl who have moved away to new places after graduation, and they seem to be doing ok.  But I've also known ppl to have moved and dislike it.  Moving to Ohio is completely out of the question, so scratch that off the list.  Moving to D.C. is a small option, but I have already done D.C. and the truth is, I didn't see any reason to move back there, especially if I stayed in Baltimore, but I can definitely get to Baltimore from D.C. so D.C. and Baltimore kinda merged together for the time being.  The real question now is, am I willing to move or stay put.  That's what took me four month to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after four month of deliberation I have come up with an answers.  It wasn't easy, but I've decided to stay in Baltimore for another year, but I have also decided that after 6 month I will go through this whole process again.  The reason why I chose what I did aren't that important, but one of the main reason is that my life is too good right now, and I don't think I should mess with it.  There are going to be a lot of changes this year, so it might not turned out the same, and to some ppl that sounds like the perfect time to have your own changes.  But I'm willing to take this small risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all decisions, I have my doubt.  But I think that for the time being, this is actually my best possible option.  So for the time being.  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