<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862</id><updated>2011-07-27T02:24:32.582-04:00</updated><category term='3d rock'/><category term='cleveland'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='nbc'/><title type='text'>The Heliport</title><subtitle type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER is always looking for new and exciting places to explore.  If you know of somewhere you would like the ROFLCOPTER to visit, please post a comment or e-mail me.  Note: If the page appears in two columns that don't fit side by side, make your text size smaller from the toolbar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-2732300734605198290</id><published>2007-11-04T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:37:38.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knack</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmYDgncMhXw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmYDgncMhXw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I won't be able to lead a normal life.  I am an engineer, and thus exhibit social ineptitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-2732300734605198290?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/2732300734605198290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=2732300734605198290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2732300734605198290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2732300734605198290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2007/11/knack.html' title='The Knack'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-2187558213955704304</id><published>2007-08-20T23:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:52:08.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CLIVE FROM CANADA</title><content type='html'>I periodically take surveys about the type of tv shows I watch and sometimes I'm asked questions about new potential shows.  I just took this survey and went through 11 awful pitches for cop/family dramas/comedies.  They were all pretty bad, but one really stuck out, shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIVE FROM CANADA&lt;br /&gt;A female detective with a bad attitude about her job is partnered with a new police officer to keep her in check. The new partner (Clive) is a polite, straight-laced, by the book Canadian. But Clive is not what he appears to be. He's not even from Canada. He was made in the USA. Literally. Clive is a robot, part of a law enforcement program created to make catching the bad guys a lot easier for the good guys, whether they want his help or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-2187558213955704304?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/2187558213955704304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=2187558213955704304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2187558213955704304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2187558213955704304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2007/08/clive-from-canada.html' title='CLIVE FROM CANADA'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-6721603008330304021</id><published>2007-04-19T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:21:15.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3d rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleveland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nbc'/><title type='text'>Cleveland!</title><content type='html'>30 Rock had a great episode tonight, featuring Cleveland.  Instead of Cleveland being the worst town to live in, they made it up to be the perfect town to live in.  See &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/30_Rock/video/#mea=92846"&gt;nbc.com&lt;/a&gt; for a clip from the show.  I think you can even watch the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/rewind/full_episodes/30rock.shtml"&gt;whole episode&lt;/a&gt; if you like.  It was well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, that's kind of how it feels to live in Cleveland.  ROFLCOPTER, can we stop by Cleveland?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-6721603008330304021?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/6721603008330304021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=6721603008330304021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/6721603008330304021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/6721603008330304021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2007/04/cleveland.html' title='Cleveland!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-2982615996706086450</id><published>2007-03-20T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:15:01.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>The Facebook Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6FahBBnfHAQ"&gt;YouTube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a Facebook stalker.  Isn't that right, Lisa Seacat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-2982615996706086450?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/2982615996706086450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=2982615996706086450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2982615996706086450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2982615996706086450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2007/03/facebook-stalker.html' title='The Facebook Stalker'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-2416980792030650823</id><published>2007-01-25T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:13:19.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking SWANK</title><content type='html'>I've decided to bring back the word, swank.  It should replace trendy words such as cool or tight.  You could say, this shit is swank.  Or, we be lookin swank.  Something like that.  I suppose you could also say... My, what a swank party.  Be creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-2416980792030650823?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/2416980792030650823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=2416980792030650823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2416980792030650823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/2416980792030650823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-swank.html' title='Looking SWANK'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-5797159460160130910</id><published>2006-12-03T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:03:19.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewstar - Star of David?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ubergizmo.com/photos/2006/5/coinstar.jpg" alt="Now accepting Gay dollars" align="left" hspace="10" width="200" /&gt;I used the Coinstar today and tried to get an i-tunes credit receipt. The machine failed to do so, charged me 8 9/10 cents per dollar, then gave me a receipt to be used at the ACME (grocery store). But, I wanted my $31.63 to go to new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up Coinstar and Jennifer tells me I can mail in my receipt and they'll refund the fee and send me a check for the full value. Jen says, sometimes the machines have trouble communicating with i-tunes and this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fee came to $2.81 (that's almost 3 songs), but I want that back. I was looking forward to purchasing music with my pocket change, but now I have to wait for Bellevue, WA to get back to me. Now, that I'm paying attention to my finances, I have to watch out for my personal interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the run down.&lt;br /&gt;Quarters, 87&lt;br /&gt;Dimes, 64&lt;br /&gt;Nickels, 43&lt;br /&gt;Pennies, 133&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people in the Middle East think they have to deal hard issues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-5797159460160130910?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/5797159460160130910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=5797159460160130910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/5797159460160130910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/5797159460160130910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/12/jewstar-star-of-david.html' title='Jewstar - Star of David?'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-5758109379818014967</id><published>2006-12-03T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:04:45.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mall</title><content type='html'>I'm at Christiana Mall today, buying gifts for relatives and I'm standing at a kiosk.  I listen to a conversation walk by and this is all I hear.  "....and then she had a baby."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-5758109379818014967?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/5758109379818014967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=5758109379818014967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/5758109379818014967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/5758109379818014967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/12/mall.html' title='The Mall'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-116226004321160249</id><published>2006-10-30T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:00:43.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>United News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5421767890759227846&amp;amp;q=united+news"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we have reports like this anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-116226004321160249?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/116226004321160249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=116226004321160249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/116226004321160249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/116226004321160249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/10/united-news.html' title='United News'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115811626234377962</id><published>2006-09-12T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:03:18.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>InCredible Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's amazing what a pair of pants can do for your credibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.techiediva.com/photos/uncategorized/todayshow_logo.jpg" alt="Rainbows, you know what that means" align="right" width="200" /&gt;I'm walking around my living room this morning, getting ready for work. The usual... turn on The Today Show, start a pot of coffee, put a bagel in the toaster and so on. After my shower, I usually walk around in boxers and a polo shirt, drink some more coffee, laugh mildly as Al &lt;span id="misp_compose_1" class="hm"&gt;Roker&lt;/span&gt; says something witty to a group of hula dancers holding signs, from Hawaii. Make a lunch while listening to the serious tone of Matt &lt;span id="misp_compose_2" class="hm"&gt;Lauer&lt;/span&gt; as he mutters something about Hezbollah and Israel. Finally, I gather my belongings as Ann Curry tries as hard as she can to be empathetic towards five puppies, crushed by an empty &lt;span id="misp_compose_3" class="hm"&gt;FEMA&lt;/span&gt; trailer, knocked over on a windy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that people take themselves too seriously. Newscasters especially. One minute, they're joking about some mildly amusing news story and then the next minute, they have to talk about Al-&lt;span id="misp_compose_4" class="hm"&gt;Quaeda&lt;/span&gt; killing 20 people at a funeral. And if you pay attention you can see them react as the read the teleprompter. At the instant they read the beginning of the next story, but before the first word comes out, it's quick put on your serious, understanding face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care too much because I know it's all about entertainment. Their purpose is to entertain me in the morning while I'm sitting on my couch in my boxers and drinking coffee. If they happen to deliver credible, heartfelt news, then that's great. And if they make me believe them, then all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how many other people were probably sitting around in their underwear as I was, relaxed and honest with themselves. I moved to my bedroom, put on my khakis and thought about if we all decided not to wear pants to work one day. We'd still be the same people, smart, caring individuals, just exposed from our business casual image we project. Unless you look the part, regardless of your character, you won't be taken seriously. And as I walked past my bathroom to get my keys, lunch, and coffee, I saw myself in the mirror and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, It's amazing what a pair of pants can do for your credibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115811626234377962?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115811626234377962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115811626234377962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115811626234377962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115811626234377962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/09/incredible-pants.html' title='InCredible Pants'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115690786501817018</id><published>2006-08-29T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:17:45.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lockheed Martin Ain't Whistling Dixie</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://marketplace.publicradio.org/shows/2006/08/29/PM200608296.html"&gt;Market Place&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a workplace riddle for you: Say you work for a defense company that has a Coast Guard contract. You discover serious safety flaws with your product. You bring it up to the company and the Coast Guard, but they do nothing. Years pass. You go to Congress and the government. And they do nothing. So now, where do you turn? How about a Web site where people share their homemade videos? As Jeff Tyler reports, that's what one guy did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is why &lt;span id="misp_compose_1" class="hm"&gt;ATK&lt;/span&gt; stresses Safety, Quality, Schedule, Cost, in that order. They also stress the seriousness of business ethics and their ability to investigate everything fully and try to avoid anything as dramatic as this. What's scary is that &lt;span id="misp_compose_4" class="hm"&gt;ATK&lt;/span&gt; does a lot of business with Lockheed Martin. I don't believe this has been addressed at work, I'll ask around though. Very interesting, and very close to home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115690786501817018?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115690786501817018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115690786501817018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115690786501817018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115690786501817018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/08/lockheed-martin-aint-whistling-dixie.html' title='Lockheed Martin Ain&apos;t Whistling Dixie'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115587570567889782</id><published>2006-08-18T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:39:17.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/is-the-glass-half-empty-or-half-full" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/11/Glass-of-water.jpg/409px-Glass-of-water.jpg" alt="More like half Gay" align="right" hspace="10" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some say the glass is half full, others say the glass is half empty. As an engineer, I'd argue the glass is over designed, with a factor of safety of two, assuming the glass to be a cylinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is going well. I'll be celebrating two months as a rocket scientist, come Monday. I've already worked on three projects to some degree. The first being a three-dimensional model of an igniter grain to determine maximum temperature during firing, the second trying to determine the effect of fiber orientation in a test sample of a carbon/phenolic in regards to directional thermal conductivity, and the most recent, a model of a circuit board with a heat sink to determine the maximum temperature of the components before take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've been busy, this makes learning much easier because I need to learn for a particular application. I'm also busy learning other codes for future projects and problems that may come my way. In case you didn't gather, I'm a thermal analyst, dealing with temperature profiles and erosion rates. Problems I will encounter deal with rocket nozzles, valves, case insulation, and igniters. Not to mention other things as they arise, such as the circuit board problem mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here in Elkton is fairly boring, but starting to pick up. I'm making friends slowly but surely. I played on the men's softball team for the rest of the season because they had multiple injuries, so that was fun. Every Wednesday, I'm playing ultimate with guys/girls from work, people I see on an almost daily business. It's nice to be able to see people you know walking through the hallways at work. Gives you a sense of belonging and familiarity, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I'll be looking into furniture. I need a couch, bed and a coffee table. Right now, I've got a TV, but no cable. I'm also borrowing INTERNET. Keep that on the DL. I'm not sure whether to get cable or satellite. Any suggestions? I think I may also go for a hike this weekend. I also want to sit down and figure out what my 401k plan means. I'm signed up for it, but I don't really know what I have. I heard a story on NPR about pension plans vs. 401k. Pension plans are being phased out because of risk due to bad accounting done by businesses as well as the threat of losing your pension if the company goes under. The real threat with a 401k is that it does well when the stock market does well. Hopefully we won't have any stock market crashes any time soon. Knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend, ROFLITES.  If you're traveling, make sure to check for bed bugs, or says NBC on the Today show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115587570567889782?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115587570567889782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115587570567889782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115587570567889782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115587570567889782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/08/glass.html' title='The Glass'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115548840694169880</id><published>2006-08-13T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T13:13:52.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie Milman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.linusentertainment.com/artists/milman/milman.shtml" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.linusentertainment.com/images/hirez/sophie_pearls_web.jpg" alt="Sophie Milman" hspace="10" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in a past life, I was the lead singer for a 1920/1930's big band and I married a beautiful jazz singer. If you haven't heard of Sophie Milman, you ought to check her out. She's amazing. Born in Russia, moved to Israel as a child and then Canada at age 15. I recently heard her sing Lonely in New York on WDUQ. I then looked her up on the INTERNET and bought her album on i-tunes. She's only 23, too. I ought to take a trip up to Toronto. Maybe engineering isn't my true calling after all. ROFLCOPTER, let's take an excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linusentertainment.com/artists/milman/milman.shtml"&gt;Linus Entertainment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linusentertainment.com/sophiemilman2006/main.htm"&gt;Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-306492733970649212&amp;amp;q=sophie+milman"&gt;Electronic Press Kit (EPK)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115548840694169880?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115548840694169880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115548840694169880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115548840694169880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115548840694169880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/08/sophie-milman.html' title='Sophie Milman'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115542688633594693</id><published>2006-08-12T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T19:57:07.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/ART/ART260/BUM004.jpg" alt="Get into the Chopper if you want to live" align="left" hspace="10" width="200" /&gt;My life has been going through a lot of changes in the past few months and will no doubt continue to do so. I feel like I've been building bridges as fast as I'm burning them. Every time I get ahead, I feel like I make a mistake socially or mess up something physically. I'm under a lot of pressure to do well at my job, meet people, and take care of all of the operational/ administrative aspects of my life that were always done for me. I'm also all on my own out here. I'm discovering that I am now fully in control of my life, which seems like an obvious thing, but once you're on your own, you find every action and every inaction has a direct affect on your life. If I don't take the bull by the horns, so to speak, no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm listening to NPR most of the time, and I'm also seriously thinking about getting a MAC the next time I get a computer. I'm not sure what's happening to me. At least I'm working for a comany that makes weapons, so I can take comfort in that. Git'R'Done ROFLCOPTER!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115542688633594693?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115542688633594693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115542688633594693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115542688633594693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115542688633594693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/08/delta-life.html' title='Delta Life'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115491338212154911</id><published>2006-08-06T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:20:24.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Goes the Movie Theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_news3074.article.jpg" alt="Not Funny!" align="right" width="200" hspace=10/&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let's say a group of individuals performs an act that one may say conforms to a particular stereotype that might be fit to characteristics of this said group. And let's say that this act is an annoyance, such that is provokes negative feelings towards this group of individuals. Is that racism? I would argue no. However, if the person in question has negative feelings towards the larger population of people represented by the sampling of individuals due to the acts of this group, then that is ignorance on the part of the person and therefore racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another question raised here. If this group who behaves to fit a stereotype in a negative manner, they are certainly not helping their cause and can not call into question the act of racism when the person accuses them of their actions. Unless of course this person uses words or phrases in which to characterize the group in question, that refers to the stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is confusing, and I'll give an example.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I went to the movies last night and I saw Lady in the Water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a small theater and there were only a few of us in there when the movie was about to begin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, about 10 African-American teenagers walk in and sit in the rows directly in front of me and directly behind me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only designate their race in order to describe their appearance. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Because, honestly, it probably could have been 10 white teenagers, just as annoying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Throughout the movie, they would have to give a play by play in order to figure out what’s going on, continually laugh at character choices made by the actors, and saying out loud how they weren’t enjoying the film.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I honestly don’t know why they were there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Didn’t they know what they were going to see?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m guessing Miami Vice was sold out or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, there were two of them talking on cell phones throughout the movie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought about yelling at them, but I don’t think it would have helped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would have just exacerbated the situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time, I think I’ll say something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s just always that fear of being racist, but sometimes you just want to enjoy a movie not deal with all of this social-psychological bull shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115491338212154911?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115491338212154911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115491338212154911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115491338212154911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115491338212154911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-goes-movie-theater.html' title='Here Goes the Movie Theater'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-115371255241536887</id><published>2006-07-23T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:44:22.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History of the Rocket Engine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A rocket engineer familiar with human history, if asked to predict whether rocketry will eventually lead to true space flight or whether it will lead to the complete estinguishment of all science, may well be forgiven some pessimism about the answer, and even some rather acute feelings about personal guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That the present-day rocket motor is only a tiny prelude to the monster engines of a future rocket age is absolutely certain; but whether we are to live like baboons or men is surely now quite a little uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Hart_Wyld"&gt;Wyld, James H.&lt;/a&gt; "History of the Rocket Engine." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Complete Book of Outer Space&lt;/span&gt; 1953: 50-71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Founder, Reaction Motors, Inc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-115371255241536887?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/115371255241536887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=115371255241536887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115371255241536887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/115371255241536887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/07/history-of-rocket-engine.html' title='History of the Rocket Engine'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114944113248740526</id><published>2006-06-04T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:19:58.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>S'n'S Lame Squad</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.juandefucaaatsp.org/Board%20Member%20Bios/Board%20Member%20Photos/Brenda%20Skydiving.jpg" alt="GAYDIVING!!!1" align="right" hspace="10" width="150" /&gt;The S'n'S crowd is currently planning a trip to their death via sky falling. While they're packing their chutes, they've decided to stop eating meat for the month of June. Based on the principle that animals are self-aware which means that eating meat is terrible. That's not true, eating meat will always be fantastic. Killing animals is the "terrible" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Dan, but I think this exercise is pointless. They only thing you are accomplishing is trying to make the rest of us feel bad for eating meat while you pretentiously ride your bike to whole foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the skydiving goes. Who comes up with these ideas? Do what you want. I'm not around to drunkenly berate you while you make bad decisions. They're not necessarily bad decisions. It's just something you would expect S'n'S to do. Take it or leave it. ROFLCOPTER, I've got a knock knock joke for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114944113248740526?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114944113248740526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114944113248740526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114944113248740526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114944113248740526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/06/sns-lame-squad.html' title='S&apos;n&apos;S Lame Squad'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114910927422079863</id><published>2006-05-31T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:01:14.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 100</title><content type='html'>Hello readers, well, I haven't been keeping count, but blogger has. This is my 100th post. This seems to be a fitting time to finally have it. Let's see where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog two years ago, come July. I was working as a lifeguard. The following summer, I worked as an intern at IBACOS in Pittsburgh. Kaitlin and I both enjoyed our business casual lifestyle, although I think my experience was better than her run in with the SEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That academic year between those two summers was my last year with such All Stars and Catherine, Mikos, and Josh. Think about Miklos! I turned 21 and our time together was all the better. I directed my first and only show with Joe McDermott. WASP, written by Steve Martin. I still think that's one of the best shows S'n'S has done in a few years. I also think that show destroyed my view on relationships for a while. I still don't think I'm totally over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following academic school year was my senior year. SENIORS! I hate those people, people who get all excited and constanly yell SENIORS or '06! We don't have those people at CMU, of course, because that involves having interest in something school spirt related. This year, Team John Deere continued it's legacy with such things as punching and fixing holes in a wall. Also related, the Steeler's won their 5th Super Bowl. I was a lead in the Carnival musical, and I graduated with a B.S. in Mechanical Engineering. I also secured myself a job with ATK by Christmas, by interviewing all of first semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During spring break, I traveled to Elkton, MD where my new job is located. I looked around for places to live and got help from Amanda's friend, Marcy. I'll be living at Iron Ridge if I can get everything wrapped up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm sitting at home, about to go to Tim's to fix his DVD player. Earlier today, I bought with the help of my parents, a 2006 Hyundai Elantra GT. It looks great. I'll drive it to Joe's tomorrow so some of you may see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking good.  I've got a job, a place to live and as of today, a car.  All I need now is a girl friend and some sort of life fulfilment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team John Deere, ROFLCOPTER, we're off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114910927422079863?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114910927422079863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114910927422079863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114910927422079863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114910927422079863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-100.html' title='Post 100'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114818878251135189</id><published>2006-05-21T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:19:42.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Angels, Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://snstheatre.andrew.cmu.edu/photos/v/2005_06/city_angels/" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://snstheatre.andrew.cmu.edu/photos/d/3163-2/IMG_6341.jpg" alt="City of Angels" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of the pictures from &lt;a href="http://snstheatre.andrew.cmu.edu/photos/v/2005_06/city_angels/"&gt;City of Angels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PS - Yeah, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114818878251135189?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114818878251135189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114818878251135189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114818878251135189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114818878251135189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/05/city-of-angels-pictures.html' title='City of Angels, Pictures'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114751072822676400</id><published>2006-05-13T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T04:58:48.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Mononoke, or Wolf Girl Meets Iron City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tcmdb.com/title/title.jsp?scarlettTitleId=443775" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apike.ca/images/anime/mononoke/pic/mono1.jpg" alt="Princess" align="left" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watched the movie, &lt;a href="http://tcmdb.com/title/title.jsp?scarlettTitleId=443775"&gt;Princess Mononoke&lt;/a&gt;, directed by &lt;a href="http://tcmdb.com/participant/participant.jsp?spid=522404&amp;amp;apid=0"&gt;Hayao Miyazaki&lt;/a&gt;. I don't normally watch anime, but it was on TCM, and anything on TCM has to be legit. Here's the synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in feudal Japan -- a time of upheaval of samurai warriors and isolated villages -- comes this story of gun-wielding, young princess who is sent to an ancient, forested land to defend the forest from human encroachment which threatens to unbalance the forces of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only saw the second half. I wish I saw the whole thing. Anyway, I just thought I would share. ROFLCOPTR, If it's 4:50am, is it late or early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Billy Bob Thornton, Minnie Driver, and Claire Danes were voice actors in this film.  I'm guessing they did dubbing?  The movie I saw had subtitles.  Maybe they can speak Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114751072822676400?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114751072822676400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114751072822676400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114751072822676400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114751072822676400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/05/princess-mononoke-or-wolf-girl-meets.html' title='Princess Mononoke, or Wolf Girl Meets Iron City'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114710890818904496</id><published>2006-05-08T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:45:50.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Dumb+Dinosaur/" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nnfcc.co.uk/graphics/products/ecofoam.jpg" alt="Pack This" hspace="10" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; It's my last week as a student at Carnegie Mellon. I have a final presentation Wednesday morning and a final exam Thursday morning. That's it. I'm done after that. Assuming I pass Computer Aided Engineering, I'll be graduating. Gradation will be May 21. I'll have about a week in there to just relax. That will be nice. Maybe I can go on a short excursion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you've been out of the loop, I'll try and catch you up. Two weeks ago, we had our Carnival, or possibly "tech fair" for some of you native to Pittsburgh. I was a lead in the Scotch'n'Soda musical, City of Angels. That was certainly something new to me. I think I did alright, pulled it off anyway. Here's to the techies, being awesome when called upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I behaved like an actor too. Originally, I was the master carpenter, but that slowly was taken away from me by Grubb and Omohundro. I slowly slipped into the world of performer, losing the ability to make intelligent decisions about anything technical and be safe. At one point I walk up next to Zach holding a saw and look down at a platform and see a fine brown dust. I say, "What is that, sand?" Clearly, it was sawdust. Why would we have sand? That's just how my week went. Everyone was fantastic in that show. I feel like all the greats in S'n'S came out of the wood work to pull that off, acting and tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I just ordered food from Jimmie Johns. They make subs. I'm going to go get ready for the day. Also, last night Tim and I made a scale model of PNC park out of biodegradable packing peanuts, by the suggestion of Joe. Joe, who will burn down our apartment before we leave. ROFLCOPTER, go fill up with water, just in case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114710890818904496?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114710890818904496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114710890818904496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114710890818904496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114710890818904496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/05/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114467812613442343</id><published>2006-04-10T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T10:08:46.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' Good</title><content type='html'>I feel pretty good today.  It's Monday, but what are you going to do?  I've already planned to skip my classes today.  Last night, I had a good performance and today I have standing room only tickets for the Pirates home opener with Tim, Joe, and Greg.  I have HW to finish up and turn in by 12:30pm, but I feel pretty good otherwise.  Happy Birthday, Becky.  Don't forget to check the mail.  Also, I get to sing with the CMU Jazz band today.  That's great, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday, what other day works so hard at reminding you not to get your hopes up because it's going to coming around again real soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114467812613442343?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114467812613442343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114467812613442343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114467812613442343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114467812613442343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/04/feelin-good.html' title='Feelin&apos; Good'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-114024927283941301</id><published>2006-02-18T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:34:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A recent dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following entry was not written by me.  It was a dream Will Haines had, it was not my dream.  However, this post is pretty funny so I will leave it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really weird dream last night. It started innocuously enough: I was fucking Erika Holmquist, sort of nonchalantly. Everything was going all right at the time-- it was decent. Then something changed. That something was that Erika said, "Would you put it in my butt?" I said, "All right," because I didn't really care that much. So I put it in her butt. Just then, she was Gerrit Betz. And then I was like, "Whoa! That's a dude! It wasn't a dude a second ago. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was Erika." Then I woke up and thought about it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/org/morewood-abcd/images/staff/gvb_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/org/morewood-abcd/images/staff/gvb_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/org/morewood-abcd/images/staff/gvb_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-114024927283941301?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/114024927283941301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=114024927283941301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114024927283941301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/114024927283941301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/02/recent-dream.html' title='A recent dream'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113981100402825058</id><published>2006-02-13T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:12:00.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00000272K.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="hey, remember that time" align="left" hspace="10" width="200" /&gt;When I helped Joe chalk for auditions for his show, I never thought I'd being doing it partly for me. I mean, who would of thought? I can't believe I was cast as a lead in the Scotch'n'Soda musical for Carnival.  Stone, what a cool part.  I still don't know what to think or feel. I'm excited, I can tell you that much. I'm really looking forward to working with this cast and the directing staff. Joe and Lynn were great during auditions and call backs. I look forward to many long rehearsals with them, I'm sure. They're going to have to turn me some kind of an actor who can sing in 7 weeks. So I wish you good luck and I look forward to the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I sound like right now? I am fully confident in my ability to succeed. I blame IBACOS. Jking. ROFLCOPTER what was that Connor porn all about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113981100402825058?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113981100402825058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113981100402825058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113981100402825058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113981100402825058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/02/city-of-angels.html' title='City of Angels'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113964165692696346</id><published>2006-02-11T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T02:08:26.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gettin' Sentimental Over You</title><content type='html'>Never thought I'd fall, but now I hear love call;               &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sentimental over you.&lt;br /&gt;Things you say and do, just thrill me through and through --                     &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sentimental over you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was happy, I could live without love;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must admit, love is all I'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please be kind, and just make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;That you'll be sweet and gentle,  be gentle with me,&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm sentimental over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words &amp; Music by Ned Washington &amp;amp; George Bassman, 1932&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recorded by Tommy Dorsey, 1935&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theme song of the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113964165692696346?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113964165692696346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113964165692696346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113964165692696346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113964165692696346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-gettin-sentimental-over-you.html' title='I&apos;m Gettin&apos; Sentimental Over You'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113653071701252322</id><published>2006-01-06T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:58:37.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the Engineer Cross the road?</title><content type='html'>You know what, I don't know. But, it was probably to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;. Engineers usually have a purpose for things. Lately, I've been going back and forth between three books, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal Finance in your 20's and 30's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trinity &lt;/span&gt;by Leon Uris, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Introduction to Space Dynamics&lt;/span&gt;. I've also been going back and forth between my SpongeBob and South Park DVD's. I think all of that really sums up who I am, to some extent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all I've got, it's all right here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this financial book, and one of the first things it tells you is that when it comes to personal finance, it's yours. It's all about you, that's why it's personal. It's not about your parents, it's not about your neighbors, or whomever. It's about you, only you know what's best for you. That's been kind of a kick in the butt for me to become more responsible for my money, especially now that I'll have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that in a selfish way, but it's true. And that reasoning can be applied to your life in general. Only you know what best works for you. This last semester, I've started to make decisions for myself because your decision making can become clouded by friends, family, and whomever. Take advice from your friends and listen to what's going on around you but when it comes down to it, you're responsible for yourself. That's all I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113653071701252322?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113653071701252322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113653071701252322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113653071701252322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113653071701252322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-did-engineer-cross-road.html' title='Why did the Engineer Cross the road?'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113540593514107551</id><published>2005-12-24T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:33:42.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NASSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.negrospaceprogram.com/#"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.negrospaceprogram.com/image/loopie-louie148.jpg" alt="Blackstranaughts" width=150&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Space is one cold mother..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to watch this &lt;a href="http://www.negrospaceprogram.com/#"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113540593514107551?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113540593514107551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113540593514107551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113540593514107551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113540593514107551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/12/nassa.html' title='NASSA'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113530284051990693</id><published>2005-12-22T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:57:21.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATK, To Infinity and Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.buran.ru/images/jpg/start2.jpg" alt="Get'R'Done" align="right" hspace="10" width="180" /&gt;Tonight, at 6:38pm, I got a call from ATK on my cell phone, offering me a full time entry level position as an Analysis Engineer. Basically, what that means is I will be receiving schematics for parts, from such things as rocket motors, and doing hand and computer calculations to determine if the part will fail or work properly and make recommendations for materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started back when I talked to them at the Technical Opportunities Conference (TOC). I applied for an interview on TartanTrak, and eventually got an on campus interview at the Career Center in late November. After that first weekend, they asked me to come in for an onsite interview in Elkton, MD. I agreed and we set the interview for Friday, December 9 at 8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to fly out Thursday evening, which I wasn't looking forward to because of all of the snow. My first flight was cancelled because it was coming from Chicago and nothing was coming from Chicago. They got us on a plane an hour and a half later. I finally got into Philadelphia around midnight, but from there I had to pick up a rental car and drive myself to the hotel which was 45 minutes away in Maryland. Luckily, there wasn't any snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/12/08/chicago.airplane/" border=0&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2005/US/12/08/chicago.airplane/story.plane.midway.wfld.jpg" align=left alt="That was sad" hspace=10 width=180&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it to my hotel and it was a really nice room, but it was close to 1:00am, so I wasn't able to enjoy it fully. I did have INTERNET, and I did take advantage of that. When I made it into bed, I decided to relax myself with some TV before I went to sleep. I turn it on and the first thing I see, was CNN, where they were showing footage of the plane in Chicago that slid through a fence at the end of the runway and crashed into traffic. Try and claim that on your insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we were pounded with snow. I enjoyed a lovely, free, continental breakfast and then I had to go dig the car out and get myself to ATK. Unfortunately, I was 15 minutes late, but the person who met me said he was glad I made it alive, given all of the conditions. That was fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely morning, I had a total of three interviews and then I headed back to the airport in Phili. My plane wasn't leaving until the evening, but whatever, I just wanted to be there. I wandered around the airport mall and eventually finished my wait in the airport bar. Hurray for alcohol in airports. I made it back to my apartment by 10:00pm, just in enough time to let Mike Yin and Erika into my apartment for a party Dan Tasse was having. I'm glad I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have until Jan. 4 to let them know. I'm still waiting to possibly hear back from Toyota, but ATK is my first choice anyway, especially since they made me an offer. ROFLCOPTER, looks like I'll be designing ROFLROCKETS someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113530284051990693?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113530284051990693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113530284051990693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113530284051990693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113530284051990693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/12/atk-to-infinity-and-beyond.html' title='ATK, To Infinity and Beyond'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113462950290140506</id><published>2005-12-15T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:51:42.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Normative</title><content type='html'>adjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: relating to or dealing with norms; "normative discipline"; "normative samples"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving directives or rules&lt;/span&gt;; "prescriptive grammar is concerned with norms of or rules for correct usage" [syn: prescriptive] [ant: descriptive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;based on or prescribing a norm or standard&lt;/span&gt;; "normative grammar" [syn: prescriptive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: dealing with or based on norms; "a normative judgment"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113462950290140506?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113462950290140506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113462950290140506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113462950290140506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113462950290140506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/12/normative.html' title='Normative'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113405652266593500</id><published>2005-12-08T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:45:52.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the little things that get you through</title><content type='html'>"Weebl remembers his youth. Bob isn't impressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/flash/paper.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="225" width="413"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/wab/"&gt;Weeble and Bob.&lt;/a&gt;  I really like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113405652266593500?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113405652266593500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113405652266593500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113405652266593500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113405652266593500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-little-things-that-get-you-through.html' title='It&apos;s the little things that get you through'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113362860103555482</id><published>2005-12-03T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:53:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOGLE has a sense of humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.3ammagazine.com/buzzwords/images/2003/feb/whats_the_difference.jpg" alt="Bite me France" hspace="10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from one of my neighbor's back home.  I had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Type in "french military victories", without the quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Instead of hitting "Search" hit "I'm feeling Lucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you the ROFLCOPTER brings stuff back from the INTERNET!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113362860103555482?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113362860103555482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113362860103555482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113362860103555482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113362860103555482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/12/google-has-sense-of-humor.html' title='GOOGLE has a sense of humor'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113281608313817366</id><published>2005-11-24T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:09:13.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration of Irish Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whereas the Irish people is by right a free people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on. I have to write a paper about the similarities and differences between the Irish Nationalists and the Ulster Unionists. It's similar to how there was English support in the American colonies before the American revolution. Way to go England, the only people who like you are prissy pussies who don't want to take responsibly for themselves. Sorry Becky, I don't mean to make fun of your British friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual news, I got asked back for a second interview with &lt;a href="http://www.atk.com/RocketMotors/rocketmotors_intro.asp"&gt;ATK&lt;/a&gt;. That's scheduled for Friday, December 9. I'm excited. I don't know if you've heard but NASA is planning on cutting space shuttles completely and moving on to other things, such as solid rocket motors (see the last bulleted item from the previous link). We may see manned space exploration look similar to the Apollo program back in the 60's. I think it's safer and cheaper. One of the problems they're facing right now is if you were to have a fire or explosion on the launch pad, how do you safely fly the part of the ship the crew is in out of there and land it safely. If I worked there, I'd probably be helping research this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I could be helping to replace space shuttles. That sounds really cool. I'm not sure what to expect. The job would be in Elkton, Maryland. Anyone from around there? I hear it's nice. I'll let yinz know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated to any of this, the ROFLCOPTER and I backed up my hard drive from my laptop. It took 12 CD's. It took forever, but at least it's done. Now I feel comfortable sending my computer off so they can fix my screen and my battery. If you haven’t backed up your hard drive in a while, I suggest buying some software and a bunch of CD's and go to it. Once your hard drive dies, that's it. Your info is still there, you just can't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER and I would like to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113281608313817366?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113281608313817366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113281608313817366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113281608313817366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113281608313817366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/11/declaration-of-irish-independence.html' title='Declaration of Irish Independence'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-113074017659437928</id><published>2005-10-31T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:29:36.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Firstly, let me apologize for not adding to this in ages. I've wanted to say something here and there, but I've been busy. I'll get right to things to let yinz know how the school year is going. I like my friends, I like my classes, I like Scotch-n-Soda over-all. Yes, Becky, I know you hate S'n'S but I enjoy it more than I complain about it (positive net enjoyment if you will, suck on that English majors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job search is going well. In case anyone is curious, I'm primarily looking into ATK, CAT, FORD, and HARRIS. I'm also looking into GM, P&amp;amp;G, Toyota, and Westinghouse. I've had three interviews so far. I hope to keep contacting people and see how far I can get. I'm looking forward to potential on-sight interviews with CAT, FORD, and HARRIS. I'll keep people informed about how all of this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray for Children of Eden being over, no offense to anyone, but that show was stressful for different reasons than most productions are. I won't go any further into that. A big reason I'm glad the show is over, is now I can focus more of my attention to Managing Director type duties and try and really get a hold of our organization's budget. I think I'm almost there. It's constantly a changing entity, which makes things difficult, but I think that's what makes it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have a positive influence on an organization. I know I'm thought of as the conservative, racist, drunk who's main function is to make S'n'S look bad and then make fun of everyone. That's not my intent, at least not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have laundry done soon, I wish the ROFLCOPTER could go take care of it, but sadly it's been down lately. We're working on getting the ROFL's back up to speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-113074017659437928?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/113074017659437928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=113074017659437928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113074017659437928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/113074017659437928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-112440151757283466</id><published>2005-08-18T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:51:34.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Get There From Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rootsweb.com/~usgenweb/oh/cuyahoga/postcards/ghound.jpg" align="left" width="250" hspace="10" /&gt;Google Maps and the hills of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; need to work a little harder to express &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; three dimensionally. Wednesday afternoon I planned to take the greyhound home to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Before I left, David (CBH) reminded me that the greyhound station moved to &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Second   Ave.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; He told me how he had to hop fences and go through the ghetto. I decided to look on the Internet and make my own directions. I looked on &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=990+2nd+Ave,+Pittsburgh,+PA+15219&amp;ll=40.436136,-79.989567&amp;amp;spn=0.006935,0.015044&amp;hl=en" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;Google Maps&lt;/a&gt; to plan my attack.  I figure I'll get off of the 61A at 5th and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chatham&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and then walk over to Forbes and then walk through the Duquesne campus.  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, if I had a better map, or knew &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; better, I would have realized Duquesne was on top of a mountain and that I was an idiot. If you look at the map, you'll see that I planned to turn left onto &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;S. 10th St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; from Chatham Sq.  That would have worked if &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pittsburgh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was two dimensional.  Turns out, &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;S. 10th St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; is a tunnel that goes under the campus.  I did not know this at the time.  So what I thought was &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;S. 10th St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; was actually &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;McAnulty St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; which took me to &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Bluff St&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.  Can you imagine why &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Bluff St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; is named &lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;Bluff St.&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;?  I'll give you a hint; it's on a bluff, a cliff, a 100ft drop.  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was walking up McAnulty and ahead of me; all I saw was Blue sky and a railing. I thought that this couldn’t be good. I walk up to the fence and look out and I see the river and highways stacked below me. Off to my left and down, down, down, sure enough was the Greyhound station. I couldn't believe it. I was so close, yet so far. I considered the possibility of either rappelling, or possible hang gliding, but neither seemed like good ideas. I did remember that there was a Duquesne walkway that went over Boulevard of the Allies, but I didn't know if the stairs went all of the way down. I walked for 5 minutes and found the walkway. I could see stairs but I couldn't see past the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk across this rickety bridge and over to the stairs. The stairs looked like they went on forever. I had to catch the bus is 25 minutes, I had no other option. So, I start down the stairs and walk for what seemed to be miles of stairs. At one point I stopped, turned around, but couldn't see the top of the stairs anymore. I finally made it to the bottom and saw a sign for the greyhound station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the street, but the signed pointed down a long ramp and I could see that I would have to come all of the way back again. Instead, I hopped the fence and climbed down the steep, sandy, embankment to the parking lot. I walked to the front gate, but the sign read, NO PEDESRANS BEYOND THIS POINT, USE BIKE TRIAL. I thought, oh, this must be for busses only. There's probably an entrance for people around the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk along the bike trail next to the river and on my right, fenced in, is the back side of Greyhound. I could see all of the buses but no way in. I reached the end of the fence and the Greyhound lot was adjacent to another fenced in lot, i.e. a jail. I decided to make my way to the other side through bushes and weeds and on the other side, there was still no entrance. The only thing there was, was a ramp to go back up. I thought, ah hell nah! I started up the ramp. To my right was the Greyhound station and before that was a 6 foot drop. I said screw it, threw my bag down and hopped over, inside the fence. I walked around to the front and finally made it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my ticket in time with 15 minutes left and sat down. It was a nice building; you just can't get there from here. ROFLCOPTER, where were you then?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-112440151757283466?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/112440151757283466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=112440151757283466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112440151757283466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112440151757283466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-cant-get-there-from-here.html' title='You Can&apos;t Get There From Here'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-112438123713046801</id><published>2005-08-18T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:18:38.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Chopper Fantasy Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.acclaimposters.com/_gallery/large/10114382.jpg" align="left" hspace="10" width="150" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few weeks ago this summer as I was watching my stories, err... my show, American Chopper, an add came on. This was an add for a contest that if you won, you would appear on an episode of American Chopper and they will build you, your very own custom Bike. How cool is that? I had about a little over a week to get an application in (I didn't hear when the deadline was until it came on the TV). I took a little bit of time out of work (only a little) and some time out at home to go through the application of personal information and short answer essay questions, e.g. What is your favorite bike and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much had that all wrapped up, but I still needed a 3 minute video in order to complete the application package. I borrowed a video camera from beej (thanks again Brian) and set it up in my room in my own makeshift studio &lt;img style="width: 150px; height: 175px;" src="http://luminomagazine.com/2004.03/spotlight/officespace/images/tom/tom2.jpg" align="right" hspace="10" /&gt;with the American flag behind me. Unfortunately, this looked terrible. When I filmed it, I was a foot away from the camera, i.e. I was huge, and I was tired and stressed when I made it. You know in Office Space when Tom is talking with the Bob's and practically yelling at them that he is a people person? I felt kind of like that except I was saying very seriously that I was a funny person, can't you people see that I'm funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just wasn't working. With only a day to spare. I took off half a day of work and had Gerrit and Catherine help make a decent video, one that had more me come through. We were lucky to have such a nice day at CMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ryoohki.net/%7Esam/images/CMU/schlag.jpg" align="right" height="150" hspace="10" /&gt;First of all, the battery on Brian's camera didn't work so we had to plug it in wherever we went. This meant bringing 30 feet of multiple extension cords with us. We made due. Basically, we made stops around CFA looking towards Pitt and from the fence looking towards the UC and Forbes. I got several shots of the American flag waving in the background...oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.csh.rit.edu/%7Ejon/albums/cmu/clock.sized.jpg" align="left" hspace="10" width="150" /&gt;If you've talked to anyone who has seen the video (I haven't even see it), they'll probably tell you their favorite part was the flying baby. The sequence started with me talking on campus at the Clock and then cutting back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;: ...I feel that even in the most stressful situations, I feel like I can be the person who can always say the right thing to mediate the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cut to house with GERRIT standing next to CATHERINE who is sitting on the couch holding a baby. They are both next to a window and behind them is the entrance to the sun room&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERRIT&lt;/span&gt;: Quiet the baby down, it's too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CATHERINE&lt;/span&gt;: Quiet baby, quiet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERRIT&lt;/span&gt;:  Quiet that baby down, it's too loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the sun room, CONNOR rolls in front of the door&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;: Shut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GERRIT grabs the baby, panics and throws it out the window.  Cut back to CONNOR at the Clock&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONNOR&lt;/span&gt;: I also feel that I always seem to be in the right place at the right time.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut to in front of house looking down driveway. The baby is seen flying over the camera and is caught by CONNOR, looking confused, as he walks by the house.* Cut to CATHERINE sitting on the steps crying about her baby. CONNOR walks up and hands CATHERINE her baby. Cut back to the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERRIT&lt;/span&gt;: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off camera&lt;/span&gt;) Another thing about Connor is, he has really good time management skills.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONNOR in front of clock then looks at his watch.&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scene&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*At this point, it was supposed to go back to me at the clock and I was going to say that like OCC, I like to give back to the community as well, but that didn’t make it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were throwing the baby around, my parents showed up, confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to leave to go on a mini-vacation with them to see Laurel Caverns and Falling Waters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many thanks to Gerrit with the help of beej, edited the video and then Gerrit also put together my application.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t have done this with out my friends, that’s for sure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, it was a million times better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I doubt I’ll make it in, but I figure it’s worth a shot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is my favorite show after all.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;ROFLCOPTER, I don’t care, just GET IT DONE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-112438123713046801?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/112438123713046801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=112438123713046801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112438123713046801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112438123713046801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/08/american-chopper-fantasy-bike.html' title='American Chopper Fantasy Bike'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-112438499181643957</id><published>2005-08-18T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:09:51.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe your fantasy bike (Addendum)</title><content type='html'>(In case you're curious, this is what I put on my application to describe the kind of bike I want.  I think it's a neat idea.  It usues fuel cell technology.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vision I have for my fantasy bike really pushes the envelope as far as bike and fuel technology go. It’s something that no one has ever attempted to do, I’m sure, but would be an incredible mix of technology, design, and ingenuity. I propose building a gasoline to hydrogen to electric powered Chopper. This may sound absurd, but let me first discuss how I think this will work, and then I’ll discuss some of the benefits and rewards of designing such a bike, and then I’ll talk about what I think the over all design should try to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I describe how this would work, let’s consider how a regular motorcycle engine works. Gas is first stored in a tank and then the gasoline is directed to the engine where it is compressed and burned creating power for the bike to run. You’re left with carbon monoxide which is a greenhouse gas as exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, instead of an engine, the fuel first goes to a reformer where it is broken down into hydrogen and carbon monoxide, but then water vapor is added creating hydrogen and carbon dioxide which is much safer than carbon monoxide. The hydrogen is extracted from this process and heads to a fuel cell. Oxygen from the air combines with the hydrogen to produce electrons that generate electricity that is then converted to mechanical power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you essentially use the same fuel, but instead of carbon monoxide as exhaust, you end up with carbon dioxide and water. Plus, this process can be up to twice as efficient as the normal process. I’m not sure how the power output compares, but this is something further to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go to all of this trouble? If you use gas instead of hydrogen, then what’s the point, right? The point here is that using gas to create hydrogen fuel is an intermediate step that must be taken before we will ever see hydrogen fuel being as easy to access as gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, president George W. Bush proposed $1.2 billion dollars towards researching a transportation system powered by hydrogen. To get to this vision, the DOE, Ford Motor Company, Daimler Chrysler, and General Motors are collaborating in an effort to create “Freedom Car”. I won’t go further into it, but basically it’s a car that will be operational on hydrogen fuel only. Also, the executive director of the THINK group, John Wallace, at Ford, is looking at replacing the internal combustion engine all together at some point in the future. I think with these big names working towards fuel cells, it would be possible to work with one of them to get the technology adapted for a motorcycle and I’m sure they would be happy to get there company publicized on American Chopper. John Wallace might be a good person to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, the purpose of this bike is to show that hydrogen fuel technology can be applied to a machine where power is generally valued more than fuel efficiency and a clean environment which will show that it can and should be applied to the automobile industry. (It’s similar to saying, your younger brother does something well, why don’t you do the same thing well or even better?) I don’t think this is something that should necessarily change the way bikes are built, but I want it to me more of an example to boost awareness for the hydrogen economy and put more pressure on government officials as well as automotive manufactures. They already are working towards this goal, but I want to make sure that they keep up their efforts and I think the general public should have a better understanding of what hydrogen fuel is all about and what it mean for their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to say too much about the actual design of the bike just some general ideas. Assuming Paul Jr. would be designing it, he seems to like to take ideas from what ever source he’s using, whether it be from a person, place, or an object and use that to inspire his designs. I don’t want to step on the toes of a great Chopper designer. With that in mind, this bike represents energy efficiency, steps towards the future, and a cleaner environment. I think the bike should resemble that of a concept car you see in a car show that’s not produced, but always looks sleek and futuristic. As far as the color scheme goes, I’m thinking maybe a blue and green to represent the environment to some extent (water and trees), but I’m open to suggestions. I’m not sure how the motor will fit in exactly, so there may be a way to stylistically play with it to make the motor either stand out or have it disappear (kind of like the 3rd web bike, with negative space).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this would be an excellent bike for OCC and DCI. OCC is always mentioning in their shows that they are always looking for new ways to be different and stay on top in the motor cycle world. Paul Sr. mentions more often than not that’s it’s nice to give back to the community, whether it be a game of bingo with senior citizens, or Christmas presents for under privileged children. This in a way is giving back to the environment after taking so much from it. This would be a good bike for DCI because it would bring together new technology and entertainment which is what the Discovery Channel seems to be about. I could watch the Discovery Channel all day if I didn’t have other responsibilities. In conclusion, I’d like to say that this bike may not be possible, but that’s always the case whenever you push one’s limits with design and technology. If you don’t test yourself, you’ll never know your potential of yourself and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-112438499181643957?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/112438499181643957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=112438499181643957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112438499181643957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112438499181643957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/08/describe-your-fantasy-bike-addendum.html' title='Describe your fantasy bike (Addendum)'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-112088084251181297</id><published>2005-07-08T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:16:26.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-Tailed Hawk</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER found this &lt;a href="http://www.polyglot.pitt.edu/events/neallt2002/smallfalcon.mov"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; reading misc.market. This &lt;a href="http://www.polyglot.pitt.edu/events/neallt2002/smallfalcon.mov"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; was taken from the 40th floor of the Cathedral of Learning, University of Pittsburgh. Apparently the red-tailed hawk and the ROFLCOPTER hang out a lot after work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-112088084251181297?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/112088084251181297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=112088084251181297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112088084251181297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112088084251181297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/07/red-tailed-hawk.html' title='Red-Tailed Hawk'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-112025026444216299</id><published>2005-07-01T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:38:39.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLBIKE!!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.utahmountainbiking.com/fix/pics/Fixbike.jpg" alt="HA! HA! ROFLBIKE!" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is over.  I'm going to go home and fix the cables on my bike.  I can't wait.  ROFLCOPTER, let's go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-112025026444216299?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/112025026444216299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=112025026444216299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112025026444216299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/112025026444216299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/07/roflbike1.html' title='ROFLBIKE!!!1'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111898136955557050</id><published>2005-06-17T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:09:29.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turner's, Good Call</title><content type='html'>What a day, what a long "AZZ" day.  I woke up this morning with no Kaitlin so that was sad.  For some reason I was exhausted today.  I made it to Starbucks and bought a double shot and my usual coffee.  I told the cashier, it's going to be that kind of day.  She smiled and replied that a daily nap helps her make it through the day.  I wish I could take a nap at IBACOS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 54C dropped my off at 21st and Liberty.  I walked over to the Sunseri Bakery before work and bought three muffins.  I ate the lemon poppy seed at work and saved the blueberry and apple for another breakfast another day.  I made it to work by ten after eight and chatted it up with more of the employees at IBACOS.  I'm becoming more friendly with the people that work there, so that's nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Bill starts talking to me and says something to the effect of, I'm going to need you to go ahead and get a ladder and then there was a pause.  At this point I was just as about confused as I was amused.  Why would I need a ladder in an office and in any other office, this request would seem odd, but not at IBACOS.  Bill wanted me to shut off or tape up a diffuser or air blower over one of the communications person's desk.  So, I complied.  I got the ladder, removed ceiling tile, and didn't die, so it worked out.  I then proceeded to continue to work with Excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of work a little before five and took a short nap while I stayed on the bus past Craig Street, all the way to Hemingway's.  I heart Hemingway's so much.  The bartenders know me, know what I want and are always very pleasant.  I stayed there watching golf and drinking Miller Light until a quarter after seven.  I got home to the CBH III at 7:25pm and decided that I wanted to go see Star Wars because no one has wanted to go see that with me up until this point.  It was playing in Squirrel Hill on Forward Ave. at 7:30pm and a 61C was supposed to come by at that moment so I ran outside and caught it a couple of minutes later.  I missed no more than five minutes, so it was all good.  What a good movie.  I really liked that movie.  It really helped to bring everything together.  I was in shock from it all.  It was real emotional for me, making all sorts of connections and bringing up emotions and feelings from the first three movies (IV, V, VI).  So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a 59U home and we picked up this guy carrying a few groceries.  He starts talking me, but he was nice.  He starts talking about how he's only going to Forbes and Murray and that he usually would walk, but he has groceries.  I reply generic answers and then we start talking about the heat from last week and how milk wouldn't last the walk.  I make a clever comment about how if I were milk I would have spoiled.  The best part was, he said that his roommates can only drink a certain kind of milk.  "They only drink Turner's Milk."  I turn with a big smug on my face and reply, "Turner's, that's a good call."  He said "Yeah, sure is."  He got off the bus and I made my way home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long day.  The Pistons just beat the Spurs by 31 points.  I need sleep rull bad.  ROFLCOPTER, how you doing?  Take me up, up to the third floor and step on it...please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111898136955557050?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111898136955557050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111898136955557050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111898136955557050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111898136955557050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/06/turners-good-call.html' title='Turner&apos;s, Good Call'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111828362746923223</id><published>2005-06-08T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:20:46.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratchy Cat</title><content type='html'>I like this &lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/flash/404.swf"&gt;cat&lt;/a&gt;.  I will post here more often now that the CBHIII has INTERNET!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111828362746923223?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111828362746923223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111828362746923223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111828362746923223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111828362746923223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/06/scratchy-cat.html' title='Scratchy Cat'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111604820813362415</id><published>2005-05-14T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:21:50.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Pie Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/flash/strawb.swf"&gt;Strawberry Pancake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Piecake if you ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is new on the Weebls-stuff toons, Joe showed this to me earlier while I was trying to pack. It's not too exciting, it's still good for killing time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Pie Cake, I'm riding the ROFLCOPTER into town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111604820813362415?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111604820813362415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111604820813362415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111604820813362415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111604820813362415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/05/strawberry-pie-cake.html' title='Strawberry Pie Cake!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111441436408714618</id><published>2005-04-25T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:43:39.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/flash/ahhhhhhh.swf"&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I've felt about Scotch-n-Soda over the past year.  I'm glad it's finally over.  I'm looking forward to next year.  Gooooooo BOARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111441436408714618?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111441436408714618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111441436408714618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111441436408714618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111441436408714618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/04/ahhhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhhh'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111314612619069164</id><published>2005-04-09T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:46:23.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!1</title><content type='html'>There are two birthdays for today and tomorrow.  Happy Birthday Becky and Happy Birthday Kaitlin.  You two are my favorite people so I hope you both have happy birthdays.  I need to send Becky a present and I need to take Kaitlin to the bar.  The ROFLCOPTER says happy birthday also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111314612619069164?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111314612619069164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111314612619069164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111314612619069164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111314612619069164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday1.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!1'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111257220430524251</id><published>2005-04-03T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:50:04.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>107.9</title><content type='html'>I just listened to this song on 107.9 country. I am beginning to like country and I think it's because their songs are simple and two the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt; Artist/Band: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Byrd Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics for Song: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The Truth About Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  (Tim Johnson/Rory Lee/Paul Overstreet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't like to go out shoppin',&lt;br /&gt;We don't care what's on sale.&lt;br /&gt;We just want to sit with a bag full of chips,&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' the NFL.&lt;br /&gt;When you come over at half-time,&lt;br /&gt;An' say: "Does this dress fit too tight?"&lt;br /&gt;We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie,&lt;br /&gt;An say:"Uh, uh: Looks just right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the truth about men.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the truth about us.&lt;br /&gt;We like to hunt and golf on our days off,&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, an' spit, an cuss.&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what line we hand you,&lt;br /&gt;When we come draggin' in.&lt;br /&gt;We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,&lt;br /&gt;An' it's probably gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias".&lt;br /&gt;We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4".&lt;br /&gt;Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools,&lt;br /&gt;At the Home Depot store.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really wanna take you to dinner,&lt;br /&gt;At some fancy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that we all want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the truth about men.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the truth about guys.&lt;br /&gt;We'd rather play guitars and work on cars,&lt;br /&gt;Than work on the problems in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;An' though we might say it to you,&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,&lt;br /&gt;An' it's probably gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin',&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing too complex.&lt;br /&gt;It's just somethin' cold for drinkin',&lt;br /&gt;And a whole lot of s-e......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's the truth about men.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the truth about us.&lt;br /&gt;We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what line we hand you,&lt;br /&gt;When we come a-crawlin' in.&lt;br /&gt;We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,&lt;br /&gt;An' it's probably gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,&lt;br /&gt;An' it's probably gonna happen;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's gonna happen;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's gonna happen again.&lt;br /&gt;An' that's the truth about men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it, son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111257220430524251?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111257220430524251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111257220430524251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111257220430524251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111257220430524251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/04/1079.html' title='107.9'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111156647959963731</id><published>2005-03-23T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T03:28:50.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMONET!!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.borderlandracing.com/KnowTrack.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.borderlandracing.com/Emo%20Speedway2.gif" alt="my emo has been lapped" align="left" hspace="10" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll be happy to know that I'm feeling much less emo today than I was, thank God. I'm still lazy, but that's expected. On a positive note, I went to HOMEDEPOT with Aaron today and browsed for capital improvements for the Dungeon. I love going to HOMEDEPOT and walking around. Just the thought of being able to buy hundreds of dollars of random tools, safety equipment, and other things and then being able to use them just makes me feel all warm inside. I &lt;3 HOMEDEPOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bowling again tonight, I didn't do so well, but we only bowled one game. Joe and I had work to do. I need to wake up early tomorrow so I can study for a quiz later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to be a MechE today. I was at work last night and I sent an e-mail to my boss saying that the three hole punch is broken and the space bar doesn't work. She said that she was disappointed that none of the MechE's working there fixed them. So I came by later fixed both of them. I felt useful so that made me happy, plus I got paid which made me even happier. I &lt;3 Money and I'm low on it right now. I've bought way too much beer and now I'm out of money. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, ROFLCOPTER, let's go fix something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111156647959963731?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111156647959963731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111156647959963731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111156647959963731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111156647959963731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/emonet1.html' title='EMONET!!!1'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111130609701629103</id><published>2005-03-20T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T05:38:28.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APATHY!</title><content type='html'>Apathy, Apathy, that's our cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-P-Ah, I'm an idiot when it comes to relationships.  I miss Becky who is in Czechland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the following, it's kind of emo, Joe won't let me hear the end of it.  He should know what it's from and it all doesn't apply to one person, it's just kind of random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is turning grey, but I won't hold my breath today&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I'm not scared and to tell the truth I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking for an answer? When you still don't know the&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these last few weeks&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder if&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all I can&lt;br /&gt;And hope someday you'll find it in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To understand why I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;And forgive me for not being in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, I remember you&lt;br /&gt;ohhh uhhh  yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111130609701629103?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111130609701629103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111130609701629103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111130609701629103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111130609701629103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/apathy.html' title='APATHY!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111061123779204152</id><published>2005-03-12T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T02:08:25.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches, I went BOWLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.evsc.k12.in.us/teachers/high/harrison/dunlap/bowling-y300-64.GIF" alt="Strike Bitches" align="left" hspace="10" width="175" /&gt;Tonight and last night I went bowling. I'm sure everyone assumes this is common for me because I'm from Ohio, but that's not true. Statements like that lead to stereotypes and stereotypes leads to racism. We all know what that leads to...actually I'm not sure, but possible answers are, hatred, funny jokes, another beer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to bowling. Yesterday, my friend Sean and I went to open bowling and payed a flat rate for 2.5 hours of bowling. Since it was just two of us, we made pretty good use of our time and played 7 games. That's right, 7 games. I think my best games were 123, 144, and 153, maybe. I did fairly well, and Sean did a lot better than he usually does. I think some of my lucky Irishness may have rubbed off on him. We had a lot of fun and definitely got our money's worth. We decided if we were Jewish, we would have needed to bring an extra pair of pants or two with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we wanted to go do something again and this time we found three more of our friends. I just saw Robots with my parents this afternoon, and I didn't particularly want to go just sit down and watch another movie. So, we went bowling. Sean and I though of asking the manager if they had our lane ready for us when we got there. We ultimately decided against it. We only played two games tonight, but I still kicked butt. I also bought myself a Molson, so that was nice. The first game I was practicing what my dad showed me to make the ball spin and hook into the pins. I only scored 83 that game. By the third frame of the second game, I finally figured it out by turning my wrist slightly. I scored 163 that game. It was great, I had 4 strikes and I think 4 spares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling is complicated, there's so much to think about while getting rid of the ball. Maybe that's why I like it. I'm thinking of playing it more often when I get back to school. I'll go to Forward Lanes at the bottom of Murray in Squirrel Hill. Anybody want to tag along? Bowling and Beer, now there's my happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - If I stay in Cleveland, Sean and I decided that Thursday will be bowling night and Sunday will be our day for golf. I swear, I can't wait to retire. I'll be so good at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111061123779204152?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111061123779204152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111061123779204152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111061123779204152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111061123779204152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/bitches-i-went-bowling.html' title='Bitches, I went BOWLING'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111043962998045268</id><published>2005-03-10T02:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T02:27:09.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION:  ENTJ at work</title><content type='html'>Here's what I think of the The Myers-Briggs Personality Test. The test results are interesting, sure, but I don't see why people take it over and over again and then also talk about it all of the time. What each question asks is pretty clear where it's trying to put you. If it's not, then maybe the following will help. I've sorted the statements to each of the pairs of letters. Now take the test. You can be whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel at ease in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often you prefer to read a book than go to a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rapidly get involved in social life at a new workplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person somewhat reserved and distant in communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your leisure time actively socializing with a group of people, attending parties, shopping, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it difficult to speak loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more people with whom you speak, the better you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to isolate yourself from outside noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the first to react to a sudden event: the telephone ringing or unexpected question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually place yourself nearer to the side than in the center of the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy for you to communicate in social situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer meeting in small groups to interaction with lots of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to spend your leisure time alone or relaxing in a tranquil family atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being at the center of events in which other people are directly involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prolonged socializing you feel you need to get away and be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be engaged in an active and fast-paced job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get pleasure from solitary walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy having a wide circle of acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You easily understand new theoretical principles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rule, current preoccupations worry you more than your future plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more interested in a general idea than in the details of its realization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to rely on your experience rather than on theoretical alternatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often think about the mankind and its destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to act immediately rather than speculate about various options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get bored if you have to read theoretical books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more inclined to experiment than to follow familiar approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's essential for you to try things with your own hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When solving a problem you would rather follow a familiar approach than seek a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You easily perceive various ways in which events could develop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When considering a situation you pay more attention to the current situation and less to a possible sequence of events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often spend time thinking of how things could be improved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel more comfortable sticking to conventional ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always looking for opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desk, workbench etc. is usually neat and orderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You easily see the general principle behind specific occurrences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often contemplate about the complexity of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F/T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it difficult to talk about your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strongly touched by the stories about the people's troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to get you excited or make you lose your temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You frequently and easily express your feelings and emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust reason rather than feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your actions are frequently influenced by emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value justice higher than mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that almost everything can be analyzed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You easily empathize with the concerns of other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel involved when watching TV soaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to stand firmly by your principles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You willingly involve yourself in matters which engage your sympathies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider the scientific approach to be the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You readily help people while asking nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective criticism is always useful in any activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easily affected by strong emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be unbiased even if this might endanger your good relations with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to sympathize with other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do your best to complete a task on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strict observance of the established rules is likely to prevent a good outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in your nature to assume responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe the best decision is one that can be easily changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You usually plan your actions in advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often do jobs in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to keep a check on how things are progressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid being bound by obligations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take pleasure in putting things in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of searching for solution is more important to you than the solution itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are consistent in your habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thirst for adventure is close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost never late for your appointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions are based more on the feelings of a moment than on the careful planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to put every minute of your time to good purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines seem to you to be of relative, rather than absolute, importance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have good control over your desires and temptations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are inclined to rely more on improvisation than on careful planning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111043962998045268?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111043962998045268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111043962998045268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111043962998045268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111043962998045268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/caution-entj-at-work_111043962998045268.html' title='CAUTION:  ENTJ at work'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111035225527038666</id><published>2005-03-09T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T02:10:55.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Are Happier Than Women!</title><content type='html'>This isn't my list, but I've added a few at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We keep our last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. The garage is all ours.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;5. We can be president.&lt;br /&gt;6. We can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;7. Car mechanics tell us the truth.&lt;br /&gt;8. The world is our urinal.&lt;br /&gt;9. We never have to drive to another gas station because this one's just too icky.&lt;br /&gt;10. Same work, more pay.&lt;br /&gt;11. Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;12. Wedding dress - $5000; tux rental - $100.&lt;br /&gt;13. People never stare at our chest when we're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;14. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;15. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle our feet.&lt;br /&gt;16. One mood, ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;17. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;18. We know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;19. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;20. We can open all our own jars.&lt;br /&gt;21. We get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;22. If someone forgets to invite us, he or she can still be our friend.&lt;br /&gt;23. Our underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;24. Everything on our face stays its original color.&lt;br /&gt;25. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;26. We don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;27. We almost never have strap problems in public&lt;br /&gt;28. We are unable to see wrinkles in our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;29. The same hair style lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;br /&gt;30. We don't have to shave below our neck.&lt;br /&gt;31. Our belly usually hides our big hips.&lt;br /&gt;32. One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.&lt;br /&gt;33. We can "do" our nails with a pocket-knife.&lt;br /&gt;34. We have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;35. We can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives, on December 24, in 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum:&lt;br /&gt;36. No PMS&lt;br /&gt;37. No talking, only hitting to solve problems (I hit Joe all of the time)&lt;br /&gt;38. We can hold our liquor better or more of it&lt;br /&gt;39. That goes for food too...mmm, wings&lt;br /&gt;40. Less stress in positions of authority&lt;br /&gt;41. Can't be a bitch, only an ass or a dick, which is more fun for others&lt;br /&gt;42. Wait in line for the restroom is very short&lt;br /&gt;43. Get carded less (so far it has seemed that way)&lt;br /&gt;44. Can control a screw gun better (more force applied = larger torque)&lt;br /&gt;46. We're much smarter&lt;br /&gt;45. Did you catch that?&lt;br /&gt;47. Boys may be stupid, but girls are annoying (put a sock in it)&lt;br /&gt;48. When we live together, we don't get insane, only cooler&lt;br /&gt;49. The reason Helen Keller can't drive&lt;br /&gt;50. Women jokes aren't so much jokes as they are suggestions or how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to get it for this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111035225527038666?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111035225527038666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111035225527038666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111035225527038666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111035225527038666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-men-are-happier-than-women.html' title='Why Men Are Happier Than Women!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-111009024065677278</id><published>2005-03-06T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:27:27.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll burn you!</title><content type='html'>You scored as &lt;b&gt;fire&lt;/b&gt;. you're hot.  you like being liked.  and you're&lt;br /&gt;somewhat of a pyrokinetic hot-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's cool. i set my kitchen table on fire once, so don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not here to judge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="75"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;teleportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="61"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;61%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="58"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Super Strength / Self Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;telekinetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;shapeshifter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;telepathic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Invisibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;elasticity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10931"&gt;Myers Briggs Super-Power Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-111009024065677278?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/111009024065677278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=111009024065677278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111009024065677278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/111009024065677278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/ill-burn-you.html' title='I&apos;ll burn you!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110973757421343224</id><published>2005-03-01T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:26:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOTERS</title><content type='html'>I went to HOOTERS tonight with the guys.  We went for the wings, what?  We listened to Bohemian Rhapsody on the way back and a few of us were kind of buzzed.  It was great, because there were five of us in the car, similar to Wayne's World.  Voices, thank you for these moments...and Killians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER, put her into gear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110973757421343224?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110973757421343224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110973757421343224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110973757421343224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110973757421343224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/03/hooters.html' title='HOOTERS'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110880084489264865</id><published>2005-02-19T03:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:17:36.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do you fit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Director&lt;/b&gt;. You are the DIRECTOR.&lt;br /&gt;You are a strong leader and you are multi-talented.&lt;br /&gt;You are highly respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="73"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="60"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;minor role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="54"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="47"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="40"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;lead role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="33"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;props&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="27"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;27%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;hair/makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=2006"&gt;where do you fit into a drama play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's funny. I hope I didn't do too bad as a director. I had fun with it, I must say. It was one of the best experiences I have ever had in Scotch-n-soda. I like building the set and all, but directing is awesome because I get to interact with the cast, it's a neat experience, I'm glad I was able to take part in it. Thanks WASP. Ha, director, I think that's funny. How 'bout that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110880084489264865?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110880084489264865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110880084489264865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110880084489264865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110880084489264865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-do-you-fit.html' title='Where do you fit?'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110871281404847071</id><published>2005-02-18T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T02:51:44.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my B-Day</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's right, it's my birthday, which means I can now drink legally. That doesn't change much from before except for the legally part. G00000 Alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I &lt;3 WASP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110871281404847071?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110871281404847071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110871281404847071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110871281404847071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110871281404847071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-my-b-day.html' title='It&apos;s my B-Day'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110835989997361146</id><published>2005-02-14T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T00:48:30.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOTCH-N-SODA THEATRE!!!</title><content type='html'>May I present to you, new from Wesley Willis, &lt;a href="http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/cto/scotch-n-soda/snstheatre2.mp3"&gt;Scotch-n-Soda Theatre&lt;/a&gt;.  To generate &lt;a href="http://www.monzy.org/wesley/"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, write at the bottom of that page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Title: Scotch-n-Soda Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Noun: ass fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - special thanks to Joe McD, Dan T, and Alex G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110835989997361146?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110835989997361146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110835989997361146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110835989997361146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110835989997361146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/02/scotch-n-soda-theatre.html' title='SCOTCH-N-SODA THEATRE!!!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110822812142403672</id><published>2005-02-12T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:11:54.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Lisa Seacat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/ssr/seacat.jpg" alt="Lisa Seacat, I googled for this picture" align="left" hspace="10" /&gt;Let me tell you a story about how yesterday, I was the creepiest guy ever. I'm at the basketball game with the Pep Band and we're all having a good time. About a game or two ago, I got a program and decided to learn everyone's name on the girls Basket Ball team so I could say things, such as, Nice shot Nora, and things like that. There's nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all talking and I jokingly say, it would be funny if we face book the basket ball players so we could yell random bits of information during the game to be funny. Joe asked if I had my laptop, but unfortunately, I left it in the band room. But then I remembered I set up my cell phone so I could text the face book and get bits of information texted back to me about whomever I wanted that was signed up on the face book and I haven't really tried it out so I wanted to see if it would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no particular reason, I pick number 22, Lisa Seacat. So the first thing I get is her e-mail and I go hey this is pretty cool. Joe says, Connor stop, you're turning into a creepy stalker. But I don't stop there because I think this is pretty funny and I'm always making fun of the face book, but here I am just taking it way out of hand. I look up a couple of more things, but then I get the idea, hey, I wonder if her cell phone number is on here. It was, that's when the rest of the band said I should call her and ask her out to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did. It was the funniest, creepiest, dorkiest, thing a CMU student could possibly do, I think. But I did caller, I said things such as, Hi Lisa, I'm watching you play basketball right now or you're probably wondering who I am, why I'm calling you and how I got your number. I then asked her out to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've now reached stalker status. Lisa, if you are reading this, sorry for creeping you out, it was a joke and I'm really not that creepy. But if you still want to get lunch sometime, give me a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110822812142403672?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110822812142403672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110822812142403672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110822812142403672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110822812142403672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-3-lisa-seacat.html' title='I &lt;3 Lisa Seacat'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110753325694042218</id><published>2005-02-04T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T11:08:17.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheat-a-bix!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;3 my cast and so does Joe.  Directing has been one of the most rewarding experiences in Scotch-n-Soda.  It's been kind of shaky otherwise, you may have noticed, if you were around me last semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The double shot passed board preview, so that means we are given the go ahead to complete our show.  I'm excited.  Now, it's crunch time, so cast, expect to work.  Board, thanks for letting us continue doing what you said we could do a month ago.  WASP is going to be HELLA SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  Becky should be back in Czechland and I haven't talked to her since she left so if you're reading my blog, hi!  Communication is tough, half way around the world.  I hope you got in ok and the airlines didn't loose your luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER, take us up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110753325694042218?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110753325694042218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110753325694042218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110753325694042218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110753325694042218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/02/wheat-bix.html' title='Wheat-a-bix!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110730539320024748</id><published>2005-02-01T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:49:53.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarred</title><content type='html'>I'm tarred for ruall.  I slept for 20 minutes this morning before class.  That power nap was the only sleep I got all "night".  I was working on Thermal Fluid's homework.  It sucked balls.  I'm going to try and stay awake until bed time so I can get back on a normal sleeping schedule.  I don't know if that will happen or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I love the cast of WASP.  We're so great.  Kaitlin threw a great party, many props to her.  Did you guys hear the Scotch-n-Soda office needs to be cleaned?  Apparently it's been an important issue for the Board of Directors.  I'm sorry I'm such a dick, Board, but sometimes you make me want to take a red hot poker and stick it through my temples.  I ate the agenda and then spit it out.  I find being subtle doesn't always get your message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky leaves tomorrow.  I'm going to miss you Beck-a-roo.  I tried to see you tonight as you know, but the other bus I needed never game so I just came back.  I did get to see you several times though, so that was nice.  I can't wait for spring break 2k5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch some mindless television and see if I can find some food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110730539320024748?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110730539320024748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110730539320024748' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110730539320024748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110730539320024748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/02/tarred.html' title='Tarred'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110672828204283430</id><published>2005-01-26T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T03:31:22.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>Here PITT, compassed by hills and streams around,&lt;br /&gt;Compactly built within its narrow bound,&lt;br /&gt;Stands gloomily magnificent in mantling smoke,&lt;br /&gt;The western workshop, where useful arts convoke;&lt;br /&gt;Here chiming hammer and loud puffing steam,&lt;br /&gt;The rattling dray and the thundering team;&lt;br /&gt;A bustling crowd with hurried pace,&lt;br /&gt;And oft brown industry's sooty face,&lt;br /&gt;Are seen and heard throughout the busy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written in 1810, when Pittsburgh began to rise as a manufacturing center and its population began to rise dramatically.  (I'm taking a class)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110672828204283430?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110672828204283430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110672828204283430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110672828204283430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110672828204283430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/pittsburgh.html' title='Pittsburgh'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110663416143897517</id><published>2005-01-25T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:37:50.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This make me happy</title><content type='html'>Sorry for all of the emotion on the bloggernet.  This should make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/numanuma.swf" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;NUMANUMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110663416143897517?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110663416143897517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110663416143897517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110663416143897517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110663416143897517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-make-me-happy.html' title='This make me happy'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110655303995560427</id><published>2005-01-24T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:51:32.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTJ</title><content type='html'>My personality type is an ENTJ. I think this has a negative effect on how I view what a relationship should be. Joe called me on it tonight and now I'm rather upset by it. WASP is also having a large impact on me. I think I'm beginning to relate to it too much, which is depressing in a way. I know what the loop hole is, but sadly, knowing the solution is a lot harder than being able to find it. Do I look for it, or wait for it to find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a present, but as an engineer, I think I already have it. Do I take it, or wait for the most precious gift of all? But what if that gift never arrives? This may not make sense to most of you, but it's not supposed to. That's part of the reason why I am the way I am. Forced to be something I can not escape from being. The only way out may never find it's way in. There is no resolution and no happy ending to this story, at least not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I've got a lot of work to do tomorrow, maybe that will distract me from the inevitable and keep me from trying to find the solution. I will find solutions to other problems and in the end, this will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110655303995560427?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110655303995560427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110655303995560427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110655303995560427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110655303995560427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/entj.html' title='ENTJ'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110645516139581690</id><published>2005-01-22T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:39:21.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH!!! part deux</title><content type='html'>I got some more sleep tonight, two hours think.  There is snow everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Bob Sagget and I got &lt;a href="http://www.bobsagetisgod.com/"&gt;Bob Sagget&lt;/a&gt;.  I miss America's Funniest Homevideos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110645516139581690?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110645516139581690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110645516139581690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110645516139581690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110645516139581690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhhh-part-deux.html' title='AHHHH!!! part deux'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110569241480188496</id><published>2005-01-14T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T03:46:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>My head wants to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a CLOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110569241480188496?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110569241480188496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110569241480188496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110569241480188496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110569241480188496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH!!!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110551994749259449</id><published>2005-01-12T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T03:52:27.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Antenna...FUCK YEAH!</title><content type='html'>I just fixed my Verizon Samsung a670 phone.  I broke the Antenna at a party at Yin's house.  Since then I've been using a paper clip for an antenna.  The Verizon store said they couldn't fix my phone because they didn't want to open my phone up and try and get the broken part of the antenna out.  They suggested I go through with the Insurance and buy a new phone for $50.  They also said there was water damage, yeah right.  I went online and ordered an antenna from a website for $9, free shipping and handling.  I took my phone apart, "opened it up", tore out the old piece and snapped in the new antenna.  Now I have a new antenna that gets good service.  Folks, I just won the cell phone game.  I say, screw you Verizon, I knew it could be fixed easily. I guess you could say I called that one.  Oh, Snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$41 saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110551994749259449?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110551994749259449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110551994749259449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110551994749259449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110551994749259449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/antennafuck-yeah.html' title='Antenna...FUCK YEAH!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110517170286752283</id><published>2005-01-08T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T03:09:13.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone loves Magical Trevor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/37/"&gt;Weebls Stuff - Toons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is right up there with the Lions in Kenya one.  The song is catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER, where is the cow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110517170286752283?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110517170286752283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110517170286752283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110517170286752283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110517170286752283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/everyone-loves-magical-trevor.html' title='Everyone loves Magical Trevor'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110463770146568700</id><published>2005-01-01T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:11:18.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>y2k4 quiz</title><content type='html'>I took the end of the year quiz. I couldn't refuse. Read what you will. It's probably best you don't read it. Whatever, I'm glad 2k5 is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took a train out west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drank in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;smoked cloves and something else&lt;br /&gt;became a temporary susie-homemaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my cousin, I think.  she gives birth a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dog, seamus.  god rest his sweet doggy soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What places did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would say a non-stressful Scotch-n-Soda production, but Importance of Being Earnest was in 2004. If people thought it was stressful, they were making it up. I wish I could be more layed back like that again when I was TD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other than that, better grades, better self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the night I went to the hospital during Bat Boy, the Musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corneal eye abrasion on my left eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new laptop, Dell Inspiron 600m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky Zajdel, being brave in Czechland all by herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;atarnow, I'm still waiting for those lighting cues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carnegie mellon university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dominos pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wing zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scotch-n-soda theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the end of last semester&lt;br /&gt;Beckums coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave (Get Out) by JoJo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah! - Usher Featuring Lil Jon &amp; Ludacris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipsy - J-Kwon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Way You Move - OutKast Featuring Sleepy Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Ya! - OutKast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow Jamz - Twista Featuring Kanye West &amp; Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Low - Lil Jon &amp; The East Side Boyz Featuring Ying Yang Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shake Ya Tailfeather - Nelly, P. Diddy &amp; Murphy Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand Up - Ludacris Featuring Shawnna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more confused and worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parties in wizzo403&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planning and time management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scotch-n-soda theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eating fast food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at home with my parents, my grandma, and my cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How did you be spend New Year's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went to Caroline's house with some of my friends from High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, but I've been doing recon is one way to put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is an awkward question, pending on the definition of "one-night stand", I'll just say less than 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to say hate, but you could say I have a negative attitude towards some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heat Transfer by J.P. Holman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hold a pitch  more often than not with Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a mp3 player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29b. What did you not want and get?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Carpenter for Rumors&lt;br /&gt;Director Position (note: I'm happy to have this one though)&lt;br /&gt;thefacebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I turned 20 and I probably drank.  I don't really remember.  It was around time of the Importance of Being Earnest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having my own car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeans or khakis, t-shirt, L.L. Bean cotton, plaid, long sleeve shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends and lots of alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky (recently)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky Zajdel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38b. Side question...who would you like to get to know better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtney Kochuba and I have gotten to know each other better recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why wait?  If it can be done now, do it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give up, I give in, I know I'm never gonna win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everytime I try so hard I get nothin' (nothin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They say try and you won't fail, I get nothin' (nothin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I did all that I could i got nothin' (nothin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried so hard, for nothin' (nothin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't fuckin' care, I don't fuckin' care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't fuckin' care anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I don't fuckin' care, and I don't fuckin' care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I don't fuckin' care anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's gonna be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause I don't fuckin' care anymore&lt;br /&gt;--Reel Big Fish, Nothin'--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110463770146568700?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110463770146568700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110463770146568700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110463770146568700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110463770146568700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/y2k4-quiz.html' title='y2k4 quiz'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110454253244508139</id><published>2005-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:22:12.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's!</title><content type='html'>See everyone next year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go 2005!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110454253244508139?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110454253244508139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110454253244508139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110454253244508139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110454253244508139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110428769479984163</id><published>2004-12-28T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:37:42.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast, the most important meal of the day...for an alcoholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/hangover-ch.jpg" align="left" hspace="10" width="150" /&gt;The ROFLCOPTER has found the best article on the INTERNET for a college student who drinks and wants to stay on top of things. If you read this article, you will probably never get a hangover or get sick after drinking. If you look to the right of the page, you'll see a link to HowStuffWorks.com and that's where I found the article "&lt;a href="http://health.howstuffworks.com/hangover.htm" target="_blank"&gt;How a Hangover Works&lt;/a&gt;". It was very informative and helpful. I highly suggest you read it if you're bored and you have a few minutes. I'm glad to know that a lot of the things I have been doing have been helpful, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pop a few tums before drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat before drinking, esp. at the "O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liquor before beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink a few cups of water before going to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;They support all of that in the article, plus there was a lot that I learned. Apparently, burned toast is actually a great filter for toxins. Who knew? And for all of you true Scotch-n-Soda partiers, I have good news. Vodka is probably the best kind of alcohol to drink to avoid a hangover. Also, fruit juice helps replenish the body with the right kind of nutrients and vitamins so those girly drinks aren't that bad, despite how much alcohol Joe puts in there when he mixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, get educated and get drunk.  We're in college to learn, right?  ROFLCOPTER, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'll have myself a beer&lt;/span&gt;, even though it has carbonation (read the article).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110428769479984163?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110428769479984163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110428769479984163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110428769479984163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110428769479984163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/12/breakfast-most-important-meal-of.html' title='Breakfast, the most important meal of the day...for an alcoholic'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110391178288323985</id><published>2004-12-24T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T13:26:56.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It didn't end that well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="I think this is Courtney's wall paper on her desktop" hspace="10" src="http://www.anri.barc.usda.gov/emusnow/Selected/5994.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;Grades are up on SIO, I wish I had done better. One of them may change. I blame myself and Scotch-n-Soda. My house is so cold. It's cold normally, but now it's supposed to be 10 degrees outside. I miss wizzo403 and the nice warm temperature it always was. Even the shower was better then the one here. There are certainly things that are better here, though, my bed, the food, my family (because they were non-existent in Pittsburgh), and my cat. I miss being in Pittsburgh, though. I don't miss the work, but I miss the experience. I've been looking at the &lt;a href="http://cam.cs.cmu.edu/ViewerFrame?Mode=Motion&amp;Resolution=640x480&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;Quality=Motion&amp;Interval=10&amp;amp;Size=STD&amp;PresetOperation=Move&amp;amp;Language=0" target="_blank"&gt;webcam&lt;/a&gt; on top of HUNT way too much lately. I miss CMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people here who I am glad to see. I miss all of my Heights friends, plus it's nice to escape to Cleveland once every so often. I'm going camping with some old scout friends of mine from Monday through Wednesday after Christmas. We're going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fallinpa.com/fallinpa/multiDayHikes.jsp?section=laurel" target="_blank"&gt;Laurel Highlands trail&lt;/a&gt; (in SW PA). I'm not sure how close that is to Pittsburgh. Maybe one of my Pittsburghian friends and inform me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110391178288323985?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110391178288323985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110391178288323985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110391178288323985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110391178288323985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-didnt-end-that-well.html' title='It didn&apos;t end that well.'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110367572556297489</id><published>2004-12-21T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:15:04.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well that ends well</title><content type='html'>The semester is finally over. It's over for me. Last night I finally finished a paper for my history class that was two and a half weeks old. Today, I finished the final by 4:30pm and e-mailed both to my Professor who is the nicest man in the world. I told him about how Scotch-n-Soda ruined my life and how I had to build a two story set and not graduate on time. I finished my e-mail with "Better late then never". He replied back, said he wouldn't penalize me for lateness and said "All's well that ends well". That's how I feel about this semester because this semester has ended well. It has been crazy and sometimes unbearable but in the end it has been good. The past week has been so much fun, even though it completely threw off my sleeping cycle. I have a few thank you's for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you CourtK for checking over my paper. I think I might actually get a good grade on it and in the class. I'll keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you JoeMcD for getting drunk at Catherine's dinner party, staying until Tuesday and then being my History of Modern Science notebook. I couldn't have done that final exam with out you being in wizzo403.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Tyson and Alex for the nice note. Don't worry about the dishes, but remember, a clean sink is a happy roommate, I mean sink. Well, whatever. BTW, the four of us should get a thank you note from Coca Cola for all of the Diet Coke we drink. It's amazing how fast we go through those 12 packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Miklos and Phil for not throwing up in my room. You two are the most entertaining drunks. I can't wait until I'm 21 and I get to go to the bar with you guys on week nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kaitlin for the "initiation". That was a fun and crazy party from what I remember from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Linda (do you even read this?) for not being my "secretary" but for being a good friend. You've really saved my ass academically this semester. I owe you big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Christina (do you read this either?) for the cheese cake and strawberry topping. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Theresa Campobasso for hanging out with Joe, Courtney, and myself whatever night that was. It was so much fun. I still can't believe that night happened. See &lt;a href="http://courtk.blogspot.com/2004/12/lovely-craziness.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;CourtK&lt;/a&gt;'s blog more details on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Professor Kiger (if you read this I'll be amazed) for the longest extension on a paper for someone who doesn't have cancer or battered wife syndrome (yes, I just went there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Catherine for Dinner and cheese (I doubt you'll be able to read this, it wasn't my fault)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have more people to thank, but this is getting old. I have only two more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Becky for coming home. Joe and I miss you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, thank you INTERNET for being the best friend a college student could have, besides beer or a razor blade (yes I went there also, so shut your face). ROFLCOPTER, you're the best. Go find me some more INTERNET and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110367572556297489?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110367572556297489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110367572556297489' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110367572556297489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110367572556297489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/12/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All&apos;s well that ends well'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109785664100934720</id><published>2004-12-10T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:00:27.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corneal Abrasion - Left Eye</title><content type='html'>I started writing a post the night I went to the Hospital during the tech week of Bat Boy after I was cutting wood and had wooden shards thrown in my face.  I finally finished writing it.  That was an interesting night.  (Apparently it was around Oct. 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="90%"&gt;That's what I did to myself last night cutting wood to brace a table for Bat Boy.  It really hurt and I ended up going to the UPMC Presbyterian hospital.  I was really impressed how quickly they took care of me there, it was nice to witness such well orchestrated group of trained individuals.  I saw the eye doctor and she basically raped my eyes for an hour.  She flushed them out and then dyed them so she could look for scratches.  My right eye was fine, but my left eye was scratched.  She didn't stop there.  She poked and probed my eyes for a while and gave me a full eye exam.  She numbed my eyes, took my eye pressure, dilated my pupils, gave me a vision test, and who knows what else.  By the end of the evening, I just wanted to go home.  My eye still hurt, but I could see, so that was good.  By the way, campus police was very useful during all of this.  They came with CMU EMS and the officer drove me in his squad car to the hospital.  I was hoping he would turn his lights on, but no luck there.  They even came and brought me back to campus after I was finished.  The cop asked where I lived so he could take me home, and I replied McConomy.  He was confused, so I said I had to go to the University Center for my organization.  At this point it was after midnight.  He seemed very confused why I had to go to the University Center after midnight with a corneal eye abrasion to boot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="90%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a long week.  At this point I'm not sure which was worse, Bat Boy or RUMORS as far as me being up all the time during tech week, not the quality of the show.  They were both very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109785664100934720?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109785664100934720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109785664100934720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109785664100934720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109785664100934720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/12/corneal-abrasion-left-eye.html' title='Corneal Abrasion - Left Eye'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110249684444132407</id><published>2004-12-08T04:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T04:07:24.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From CourtK's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Peacemaker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotionally stable and willing to find common ground with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends and family often look to you to be the mediator when there is conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and accepting. You take things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoding conflict at all costs, you're content when things are calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/numberquiz.html"&gt;What number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why I rocked as TD for the Importance of Being Earnest.  Now that was a good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110249684444132407?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110249684444132407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110249684444132407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110249684444132407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110249684444132407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/12/from-courtks-blog.html' title='From CourtK&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110195173168210368</id><published>2004-12-01T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T20:47:14.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Air Balloon</title><content type='html'>This joke just about sums up my view on load in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts, "Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?" &lt;br /&gt;The man below says, "Yes, you're in a hot air balloon, hovering 30 feet above this field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be an engineer," says the balloonist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am," replies the man. "How did you know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the balloonist, "Everything you have told me is technically correct, but it's of no use to anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says, "You must be in management." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am," replies the balloonist, "But how did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the man, "You don't know where you are, or where you're going, but you expect me to be able to help. You're in the same position you were before we met, but now it's my fault." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110195173168210368?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110195173168210368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110195173168210368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110195173168210368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110195173168210368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/12/hot-air-balloon.html' title='Hot Air Balloon'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110144476586789877</id><published>2004-11-25T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:56:31.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day, Bithches!</title><content type='html'>I'm so angsty right now I need to post song lyrics which may or may not be angsty. I didn't want to go this far, but I did. It's to prove a point about something which I have no idea what I'm talking about. This is usually the case and I am already confused. These lyrics aren't directly involved with the "angst" from this evening, but whatever, I have what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="90%"&gt;it's friday night and i'm tired of searching for this life&lt;br /&gt;the week's been cruel to me, i just want to feel alright&lt;br /&gt;all over town the word's been going around&lt;br /&gt;and where i want to be is wherever you'll be found&lt;br /&gt;now it takes up nearly all of my time&lt;br /&gt;and i need, i need some way&lt;br /&gt;i need some way to get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you get close to me&lt;br /&gt;it brings me close to heaven, but i can't get in&lt;br /&gt;no no no, and the more you shy away from me&lt;br /&gt;to search for something better, it hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know cause i'm the squid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all this time i wait for you to realize&lt;br /&gt;i'll treat you lovingly, so open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and once again i say i need you my friend&lt;br /&gt;touch your lips to me and i'll be your cigarette&lt;br /&gt;i know i love you so&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know and i can't know&lt;br /&gt;excactly where we're going to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the squid, ZOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="90%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110144476586789877?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110144476586789877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110144476586789877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110144476586789877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110144476586789877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-turkey-day-bithches.html' title='Happy Turkey Day, Bithches!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110140057986991502</id><published>2004-11-25T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:41:26.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ROFLCOPTER bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="w00ter! shot down by the ROFLCOPTER!" hspace="10" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/fadeawayxo/5dab51ec.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;Michael Yin found the best picture I've seen tonight. I was about to go to bed and I thought I would check my e-mail one last time and I was rewarded. Tomorrow (today, technically) is Thanksgiving or as some like to call it, Turkey Day. Apparently some people aren't too fond of calling it Turkey Day. I don't really care, I call it Turkey Day sometimes anyway. Ironically, we're actually having a ham instead of turkey I think because my mom didn't have it in her to go through the process of cooking a turkey. She broke her ankle a couple of months ago so she's still recovering from that. You may ask, well why didn't I offer to help with the turkey? My response is simple, I'm a lazy bum when it comes to food and if I were by myself, I would probably have a thanksgiving pizza, but it would probably have chicken on it because pizza places don't carry turkey. Wow, that was a sad moment. Anyway, as long as I eat and I'm with my family, that's all that matters (Not neccessarily in that order, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - what bothers me is when people say w00t! or w00ter! or some other word using w00t as the root, e.g. w00terific!&lt;br /&gt;PPS - Do I not look dapper in my pig hat? What's a pig hat you ask? A pig hat is hat of pig!&lt;br /&gt;PPPS - &lt;a href="http://www.somethingawful.com/articles.php?a=2377" TARGET=_BLANK&gt;OH SNAP!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110140057986991502?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110140057986991502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110140057986991502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110140057986991502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110140057986991502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/11/roflcopter-bag.html' title='The ROFLCOPTER bag'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-110097168558940057</id><published>2004-11-20T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T12:28:42.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Becky,</title><content type='html'>I've been elusive lately with all of my work. I told you that I would write and I know you read this so I'll just write a letter on my blogg. Hey, at least I'm not posting angsty lyrics on here. Any way, I hope you're enjoying yourself in Czechland, I know as of recent you have been sick. I suggest you get better, that usually works well for me. When are you coming home? You'll be here for a while right? I'm excited about seeing you again, so is Joe. We both miss you. In other news, I get to go my Cleveland home on Tuesday for Thanksgiving. I can't wait. Just so you know, I just did laundry and my bed is made. My room could stand to be a little cleaner, but 2 out of 3 ain't bad. Hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I can't wait to come visit in Czechland, it will be great&lt;br /&gt;PPS - You should send pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-110097168558940057?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/110097168558940057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=110097168558940057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110097168558940057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/110097168558940057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-becky.html' title='Dear Becky,'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109998409743386653</id><published>2004-11-09T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T02:09:15.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well, shit</title><content type='html'>I wrote a post and then the INTERNET ate it. ROFLCOPTER, go find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109998409743386653?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109998409743386653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109998409743386653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109998409743386653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109998409743386653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-shit.html' title='well, shit'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109953767802658776</id><published>2004-11-03T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:10:58.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like Apples?</title><content type='html'>Ohio decided the election...&lt;br /&gt;How do you like them apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew being from Ohio would some day come back to reward me. This whole democratic process has been fun, entertaining, and exciting. I have to give a lot of credit to Bush and his campaign, what he did was impressive. I give Kerry credit too, he tried. I feel bad for those that are disappointed in the out come of this election. Taking politics personally is never a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soooo much work to do for tomorrow, it's not even funny. I just got back from working at the info desk. My supervisor treated us to Wing Zone tonight, it was great. ROFLCOPTER, finish counting up those votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Cleveland Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109953767802658776?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109953767802658776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109953767802658776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109953767802658776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109953767802658776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-like-apples.html' title='Do you like Apples?'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109938088650462421</id><published>2004-11-02T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T02:41:00.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween was awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="the answer" hspace="10" src="http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/chofler/halloween/halloween046.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;This past Halloween weekend was so much fun. I &lt;3 parties. I could go on about all of the cool and interesting things I did, but that would involve too much energy. I will tell you in person though. I should be doing other things now, such as sleep or homework. Right now, I'm discussing things in a relativistic sense with Joe, don't ask. Staci came over tonight from next door with freshly made pumpkin cookies. They were really good. Just a note, you should join my fan club if you haven't already. It's the thing to do. ROFLCOPTER, blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout outs:&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: I updated my blog, so there.&lt;br /&gt;Becky: I hope you're doing well in the Czech&lt;br /&gt;Mike Yin: Joe and I want our guns back.&lt;br /&gt;Vending machine on the 3rd floor of the UC: I want my $0.50 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109938088650462421?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109938088650462421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109938088650462421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109938088650462421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109938088650462421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/11/halloween-was-awesome.html' title='Halloween was awesome'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109800063030872910</id><published>2004-10-17T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T04:10:30.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me about how much little sleep I have.</title><content type='html'>I exhausted. Bat Boy, the Musical is now officially over. It was such a fun show. Strike was tonight and that ended at 3am, hurray! I get to sleep tonight. I'm turning my alarm off and I'm going to see how long I can sleep. ROFLCOPTER, shut her down, I'm taking a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109800063030872910?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109800063030872910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109800063030872910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109800063030872910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109800063030872910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/10/ask-me-about-how-much-little-sleep-i.html' title='Ask me about how much little sleep I have.'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109747452729109142</id><published>2004-10-11T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T02:58:19.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold me Frat Boy, Touch me Frat Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="gay" hspace="10" src="http://www.usd.edu/images/pictures/original/usd%20frat%20boy%20_f.jpg" width="150" align="left" /&gt;That would be the tech version of the show if Joe and I had our way with it. The setting would involve a small college town and a grad student working in the lab late one night getting raped by a group of Frat guys on her way home because she spilled yeast or something beer related on her that drew the Frat guys to her. She would later give birth to the Frat Boy and he would be taken in by the local Fraternity until he was saved by a few wondering engineers years later as they were trying to get into the parties but failed due to their dorkiness. They decide to sneak in through one of the Frat's basements and discover Frat Boy, a boy who is always dressed in a white t-shirt, khaki pants, and a baseball cap. The only thing that gives him strength is chugging watery beer from a warm keg. One of the engineers is attacked as he offers Frat Boy some cold "O" fries. Campus police finally arrest the Frat Boy for underage consumption and bring him to the house of a Psychology professor to try and cure the boy of his alcoholism and bad personality. Anyway, the story goes on, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, this is going to be a long week with Bat Boy going up next weekend. I get to make one of my famous Gantt charts for load-in. It looks impressive but isn't that hard to make. Joe says I'm anal, I say screw you buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a crazy weekend, very fun. Heat Transfer can suck it. I'm now the Master Carpenter for Rumors, hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting Load-in is tomorrow and by tomorrow I mean in 8 hours. I should go to sleep. Joe bought a really cool game. The ROFLCOPTER approves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109747452729109142?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109747452729109142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109747452729109142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109747452729109142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109747452729109142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/10/hold-me-frat-boy-touch-me-frat-boy.html' title='Hold me Frat Boy, Touch me Frat Boy'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109710817435738228</id><published>2004-10-06T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:16:14.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News Update: Michael Moore is still fat</title><content type='html'>No more Michael Moore!  I walked by where he would have spoken today and enjoyed the beautiful scenery not tarnished by Mr. M&amp;M's presence.  It was such a lovely day especially  with M&amp;M and hit FAT absent from campus.  I think this is a better outcome than if it had rained (Now, if it had rained, that would have been funny in its own right).  Here's why, M&amp;M is sick, he's far from campus, I didn't have to listen or look at him today, and this was a beautiful fall day in Pittsburgh.  Instead of 50 people not being able to see him, no one did...and he's really sick, sick with the FAT!  ROFLCOPTER, fly us out...to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109710817435738228?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109710817435738228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109710817435738228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109710817435738228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109710817435738228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/10/news-update-michael-moore-is-still-fat.html' title='News Update: Michael Moore is still fat'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109694114990578300</id><published>2004-10-04T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:58:02.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit it's a ROFLCOPTER...</title><content type='html'>GO Tartans, GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Kiltie Band. I was traded to the trumpet section today for two first round draft picks.  It kind of sucks to get traded but it's in my contract and at least I got traded for good people.  Scotch-n-Soda is ok, too. ROFLCOPTER, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109694114990578300?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109694114990578300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109694114990578300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109694114990578300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109694114990578300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/10/holy-shit-its-roflcopter.html' title='Holy shit it&apos;s a ROFLCOPTER...'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109664945666385427</id><published>2004-10-01T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T12:52:32.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out to Becky Z!</title><content type='html'>This post goes to all my homies in the Czech Republic.  And since there is only one person I know there, this goes out to Becky Zajdel.  Becky is studying abroad and will be there for a whole year (that's so long!).  Well, Actually she's coming back for awhile around Christmas so that will be exciting.  Becky was right about how I've been busy.  I've had alot of work this semester.  The ROFLCOPTER has also been busy delivering messgaes to bboards about Bat Boi.  It's been my personal assistant.  Good luck to B in Czeckland and hurray for the weekend.  ROFLCOPTER, take us up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109664945666385427?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109664945666385427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109664945666385427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109664945666385427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109664945666385427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/10/shout-out-to-becky-z.html' title='Shout Out to Becky Z!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109609745046227888</id><published>2004-09-25T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T03:30:50.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Hello there fellow INTERNET travelers!  It's been awhile since the ROFLCOPTER has flown from the HELIPORT to deliver news but it should be back to its usual schedule shortly.  The past couple of weeks have been really busy.  The last two Wednesday nights I pulled all nighters.  The last time I did, I didn't feel so bad.  All I need is red bull and some food.  Hopefully this week I'll be more on top of my game as far as work is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Blak Pepile!!!  I am drunk now.   Nevermind moi.  zzzgoonoght INTWERNET!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER HOOOOOOOO11111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109609745046227888?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109609745046227888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109609745046227888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109609745046227888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109609745046227888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109476469501755458</id><published>2004-09-09T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T03:50:21.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marathon of classes</title><content type='html'>This has been a long week. Tuesdays and Thursday are already what I call a Marathon but Wednesdays have just gotten longer now that I have to take a shop class at 8:30am. I've been going to class and running around today since 10:30am but at least I have no class tomorrow. I sure pay for it in the middle of the week though, that's foshizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drawing class went to the Carnegie Museum again Today and drew dinosaurs. I stayed until 2:45 and then hurried off to Heat Transfer and then got there late. The professor told the class when it was over that he didn't appreciate people arriving late. It sucks for those of us who have over lapping classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's the weekend. I feel as though I earned it this week. School is finally starting to pick up the pace and I hope I can hang on. If nothing else, I can always look forward to alcohol. Thirsty Thursday tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the ROFLCOPTER has been busy sending e-mails today. It's been going all over the INTERNET, luckily it's good at it's job and BCC's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Kiltie Band. ROFLCOPTER, back to the INTERNET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109476469501755458?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109476469501755458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109476469501755458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109476469501755458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109476469501755458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/09/marathon-of-classes_09.html' title='The Marathon of classes'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109466421738200872</id><published>2004-09-08T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:23:42.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!!!1</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER flew past something ridiculous today, but did a good job keeping a straight face. Seriously, though, I'm walking up the stairs in Porter Hall and I turn around the corner and standing in front of me is this short man who was as wide as he was tall. He was huge! And what made it all the more amusing was he was a security guard of some sort because he was wearing a uniform which allowed you to see more visibly his lovely round figure. I almost feel bad for the guy, but you should of seen him. My head exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when situations like that happen. You're walking along and then, boom! "Out of FUCKING NOWHERE," something funny or ridiculous looking pops up in front of you and you're just thrown off. You can't laugh or scream because that would just be rude. You have to keep walking and convince yourself that person or situation really existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of situation shouldn't be confused with the situation where the person is beyond funny and just sad or disgusting looking. We call this type of person a train wreck. &lt;img alt="i.e. a fat person in a thong" hspace="10" src="http://www.batesville.k12.in.us/bhs/heritage%20online/Train%20pix/train%20wreck.jpg" width="125" align="right" /&gt;You look once and you want to look away and wash your eyes out with acid, but you have to look back and stare. It's almost impossible to look away. You get in a trance. This is called a train wreck because for example, if you were to come across a train wreck, even with all of the carnage and twisted metal, you can't help but look. It's human nature. We're curious and terrible people. ROFLCOPTER, take us up, but don't crash. I don't want people looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109466421738200872?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109466421738200872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109466421738200872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109466421738200872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109466421738200872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/09/lol1.html' title='LOL!!!1'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109445660955146269</id><published>2004-09-06T03:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T03:44:57.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Charge, What Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="I'll count as many carbs as I want, thank you" hspace="10" src="http://oemsites.com/J80Worlds/images/Miller%20Lite.jpg" width="150" align="left" /&gt;I'm in Charge of Scotch 'n' Soda Theater's production of Bat Boy. I am the Production Liaison/Production Manager. I'm essentially the producer which is a cool title to have. The ROFLCOPTER flew me in for the first production meeting tonight and I think it went well. It wasn't very exciting but it only lasted around 40 minutes. I only wish the rest of the meetings will take that long. I guess will have to wait and see. Part of my job is keeping everything organized and on track so we'll see if that happens. I've got a plan and agendas with bullets and numbers so watch out. Bullets on a list are like whooshing sounds on a power point presentation, yeah, that intense. I'm such a dork but I make it up with all of the light beer I drink. The nice thing about drinking Miller Light is you don't get hang overs because it's like drinking water, kind of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (technically later today) I am going to go see the Pirates game with Joe and his Dad at 4:00pm. If you're reading this before then and you want to go, let me know because we have an extra ticket. That's about all I have for now. ROFLCOPTER, grab me another pendaflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109445660955146269?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109445660955146269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109445660955146269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109445660955146269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109445660955146269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-in-charge-what-now.html' title='I&apos;m In Charge, What Now?'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109392690839314609</id><published>2004-08-30T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:40:26.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooters, I go for the wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="They have good wings and the breats aren't bad either" hspace="10" src="http://www.wheretobe.com/current/hooters.gif" width="150" align="left" /&gt;Tonight the ROFLCOPTER flew with haste to enjoy endless wings at hOOters. Phil, Miklos, Josh, Joe, Becky, her sister and her sister's boy friend were there. The way it worked was it was $8.99 for the first 10 wings and $2 for every refill of ten wings after that. If you eat at least 20 wings you save money. Our waitress was Kelli and let me tell you, she was the most attractive, h-o-"double t" server we've had the pleasure of being with. She was amazing, that was the consensus among the group. The guys and Becky talked about football for awhile and I sat there and did the Cleveland, Midwestern thing and kept my mouth shut and ate baked beans (I had wings too, this was later after we were there for a while). Apparently people from the Midwest like baked beans, I never got that memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all moved in and my room is organized and clean. Becky came by and didn't even have to straighten it because it was so neat. It's my goal to keep myself very organized and on task this semester and so far I'm doing that. Today was my first class. It was at 2:30pm and was my only class today. If you hate me because of that, wait, because I also have no classes on Fridays. Now you can hate me, but I do have classes from 10:30am-4:30pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That will suck, I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Joe is a fool" hspace="10" src="http://botchthecrab.com/archive/autobot/1988/optimus_prime_(powermaster).jpg" width="150" align="right" /&gt;I'm enjoying the time hanging out in Wizzo 403. We're all sitting in Joe and Tyson's room just chill-laxin. We brought Alex O some blackberry pie earlier and we invited her up do work in some company. Instead, Tyson is reading, Joe is cutting out infinitesimal pieces of paper that are supposed to be folded and glued together into a transformer, Alex is reading blogs and I'm updating mine. It's a party. Speaking of parties and pie, I would like to thank everyone that came over Saturday and I was amazed at all the pie we had. I like that trend and I hope to see more lovely faces and lovely pies at our next party. ROFLCOPTER get me some Kool-Aid with my red hot riblets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109392690839314609?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109392690839314609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109392690839314609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109392690839314609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109392690839314609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/hooters-i-go-for-wings.html' title='Hooters, I go for the wings'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109357918575352168</id><published>2004-08-26T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:07:00.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Dawn</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER is pleased to announce that I have all of my things for school together and I leave bright and early in the morning. All I have to do when I get up is pack the car with all of my boxes and clothes. I hope everything fits, but to ensure that it does, I have spent a lot of time on space consolidation and packing things together in an organized fashion. I have to wake up tomorrow at 7:30am, load the car, and try and leave my house around 9:30am. My ETA for Pittsburgh is 12:00pm. I think it's doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="They'll stick you full of meat" hspace="10" src="http://www.know-where.com/clients/Icon/applebees.gif" width="175" align="right" /&gt;In other news, my parents and I went to eat at Applebees. It was so good. I ordered the all you can eat riblets and went through about 15 slabs of those suckers. My parents were getting a little upset with me because I took so long. They sat across from me, dumbfounded, staring at me while I ate and every so often glancing at their watches. I didn't care though, I felt accomplished. I'm packed full of meat right now though, my stomach is like a rock. ROFLCOPTER, get me the ROLAIDS and then get some rest because we're going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109357918575352168?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109357918575352168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109357918575352168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109357918575352168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109357918575352168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/waiting-for-dawn.html' title='Waiting for Dawn'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109340605339933884</id><published>2004-08-24T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T00:11:31.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Those Yankees</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Steelers suck too" hspace="10" src="http://www.therattler.net/yankees.jpg" width="100" align="left" /&gt;The ROFLCOPTER is not happy about the Indian's loss. The final score was 5-4 and the game was tied at 4 for most of the game until the Yankees motivated themselves and managed to score another run. I hate the Yankees, almost as much as I hate the Steelers. It was a well fought game and I'm surprised we didn't lose by more. Speaking of losing, I was a part of history tonight, the Indians haven't lost this many games in a row (9) since 1975 or something ridiculous like that. And what really blew, was the fact that there were so many Yankee fans there. Go back to New York. I wanted to go buy a souvenir Indians baseball bat in the gift shop and go wait in the parking lot. And to top it all off, it was country music night! At least it didn't rain. ROFLCOPTER, back to the garage. Let's call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109340605339933884?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109340605339933884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109340605339933884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109340605339933884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109340605339933884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/damn-those-yankees.html' title='Damn Those Yankees'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109262701189648422</id><published>2004-08-15T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:32:34.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myth, the Pool, the Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="This slide makes me work" hspace="10" src="http://www.clevelandheights.com/images/WaterSlide.jpg" align="right" /&gt;And so ends another chapter in the Denison pool history book. Today was the last day it was open and now all of the guards who want more hours move to the City's other pool, Cum'land. That's what we call it anyway, it's the name on the street, or as others call it, Cum&lt;em&gt;ber&lt;/em&gt;land. Either way, I'm not looking forward to working there regardless of what you call it. They get a lot of patrons (which means work for Connor Thomas) and the Guards are uptight and not very friendly. At least that's the reputation they have. Incase you haven't picked up on my subtle hints, Denison and Cum'land have been rivals for quite sometime now. Denison may have pulled some pranks on the other pool in recent years but we've stayed to ourselves this year. I'm going to miss this summer. The people, the cold, the lack of patrons, the movies, the paychecks. All are nice, but I am also anxious to get back to Carnegie Mellon and move into Wizzo 403 with the coolest roommates ever, Joe McDermott and Tyson Schrader. I also can't wait to see Becky again, it's been "sooo long". The ROFLCOPTER suggests you fly down to the next post if you haven't read it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109262701189648422?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109262701189648422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109262701189648422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109262701189648422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109262701189648422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/myth-pool-legend.html' title='The Myth, the Pool, the Legend'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109262461128171756</id><published>2004-08-15T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:54:37.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The VIAGRA Van</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER and I went bowling last night with friends. I said I would, and I did. It was a lot of fun. It's been a while since I last bowled. Not only was it bowling, but it was cosmic bowling to boot which made it all the more exciting. I had good games and my second game was a personal best. The first game I got 111 and the second game I got 103 or something close to that. Let me tell you about the last game, I don't know what happened, but I was on a fire. I finished with a score of 161. I had over 4 strikes and several spares. It was great, I had good luck and for most of that luck I have VIAGRA to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="What's up?" hspace="10" src="http://www.samsloan.com/viagra.jpg" width="150" align="left" /&gt;When we first got to the bowling alley, we were waiting for another car full of people to arrive so were looking for something to kill time. The bowling alley had a few machines where you try and win a prize by maneuvering a claw over it and letting it drop. In this one machine were soft stuffed Vans with advertisements on them like you would see on a racecar. To my surprise there was a Van in there that had Viagra written all over it. I knew I had to at least try and win. Opportunities like this don't just come along every day. It didn't take long though, since I won on the first try. What can I say, I have a knack for games like that, as does my good friend J-McDizzle. So for good luck, I carried around the VIAGRA van and it worked. I'll probably never bowl that well ever again. ROFLCOPTER, clear those pins and give me an "x".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109262461128171756?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109262461128171756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109262461128171756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109262461128171756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109262461128171756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/viagra-van.html' title='The VIAGRA Van'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109245878897999930</id><published>2004-08-14T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:46:28.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="I just want to take a nap" hspace="10" src="http://www.seasite.niu.edu/thaidict/thailex1/picture/yawn.jpg" align="right" /&gt;The ROFLCOPTER has decided that I'm about as exciting as a blog, yes I'm boring. For some reason lately, I've become extremely boring and uninterested in anything other than work, back to school, or the INTERNET. I'm not sure what my problem is. I have many friends that want to do things with me, all I have to do is call them up. But what do I do? I stay home, watch the Olympic game's opening ceremony and then clean my room. How pathetic is that? On the plus side, I've been getting important things checked off of my list before I head back to Carnegie Mellon. For some reason, I'm apathetic about hanging out with friends. I was invited to go bowling tomorrow night, so I think I'll do that. Ghetto bowling, we call it that because we go to this cheap place in a not so nice neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been spending a lot of time at work. Many will argue that I don't actually do any work and I won't argue back, however, I'm still there. That takes a toll on you after a while. I got 101 hours for the last pay period (biweekly) which is a long time to spend at the pool. My last day I'm deciding to work will be Friday, August 20. The last time I had a day off is when I went to Geauga Lake so that will make 13 days that I will go with out a day off come the 20th. All we've been doing is watching movies because it's been so cold so I can't really complain but it sucks spending 10 hours of your day sitting at your job. These last 7 days that I'm working I plan to work 67 hours. I want to get as much money as I can right before I head back and that's what I plan to do. ROFLCOPTER, get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109245878897999930?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109245878897999930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109245878897999930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109245878897999930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109245878897999930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/workaholic.html' title='Workaholic'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109228587587169520</id><published>2004-08-12T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:49:59.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newcomicreviews.com/temp/spidey/rotate.php" target="_BLANK"&gt;&lt;img alt="Watch out for Spidey's INTERWEB" src="http://www.newcomicreviews.com/temp/spidey/rotate.php" width="95%" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe thinks these things are hilarious. The ROFLCOPTER can't agree quite as strongly but decided to bring some back. If you want to see a new comic, hit refresh and the ROFLCOPTER will go find you another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe he's GAY. Gay for YOU!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109228587587169520?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109228587587169520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109228587587169520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109228587587169520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109228587587169520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/spider-man.html' title='Spider Man'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109219629355777762</id><published>2004-08-10T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:06:21.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a big Twinkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="EMOBUSTERS!!!1" hspace="10" src="http://members.toast.net/talien/michael/images/ghostbusters.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of emokinetic energy in the INTERNET area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie thirty-five feet long, weighing approximately six hundred pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's a big Twinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109219629355777762?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109219629355777762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109219629355777762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109219629355777762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109219629355777762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/thats-big-twinkie.html' title='That&apos;s a big Twinkie'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109211023305619289</id><published>2004-08-09T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:03:22.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, I'm getting a Dell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Inspiron 600m" hspace="10" src="http://img.dell.com/images/global/products/inspn/600m_front_314.jpg" width="150" align="right" /&gt;The ROFLCOPTER has just returned from Dell.com with the news that my order from Dell has been confirmed. I purchased this evening a Inspiron 600m Notebook. I must say I am pleased with my decision to get this particular model. I've spent the last two weeks or so researching different types of laptops. I started with Dell then looked many other places and then returned right back where I started. Not only does Dell have well made machines, but the service/insurance options they have are unbeatable. This notebook is tricked out, for those of you in the know, these are it's specs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intel® Pentium®M Processor 725(1.6GHz) 14.1-in SXGA+ w/64MB Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;512MB DDR SDRAM 2 Dimms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;60GB Hard Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;24X CD-RW/DVD Combo Drive with Sonic RecordNow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;FREE Intel® PRO/Wireless 2200 Internal Wireless (802.11 b/g, 54Mbps)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dimensions: &lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Height: 1.29 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Width: 12.4 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depth: 10.1 inches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight: 5.3lb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided against getting the spinners for the cd player. I have to draw the line somewhere. In any event, I'm really excited and I can't wait for it to get here. In other news, the summer is coming to a close and I only have a couple more weeks of work left. I'm going to put in a lot of hours and try and get as much money from the City of Cleveland Heights as I can. I may go insane. Who needs days off anyway? I'm also going to try and get a really dark tan before I come back to school. I'll see what I can come up with, I am after all, 1/4 Irish. ROFLCOPTER, take us up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109211023305619289?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109211023305619289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109211023305619289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109211023305619289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109211023305619289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/dude-im-getting-dell.html' title='Dude, I&apos;m getting a Dell!'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109202285007899679</id><published>2004-08-08T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T23:43:52.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sub-Conscious is Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Get Down!" hspace="10" src="http://www.levitt-safety.com/service/hose/Images/hose_pic.gif" width="100" align="left" /&gt;The ROFLCOPTER says my Sub-Conscious is racist, but I hope it's not. I say or do things with out thinking about it and when I listen to myself, I say, "Hey, that was racist." I feel like I'm accusing myself like I would accuse someone else, it's weird. I'll give you an example. Today at work, I'm on chair, lifeguarding. In front of me is the pool (for obvious reasons) and then after that is the fence that goes around the perimeter of the pool and beyond that is a picnic pavilion. There was a group of African-Americans having a picnic there and the kids are acting crazy. I'm watching them run all over the place. There's these two kids who start climbing on the fence (it's about 10 feet tall with barbed wire on top) and the get half way up. I'm looking at them, thinking what the hell do you think you're doing? I pick up my megaphone and tell them to get down (in an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, but that's not important). Then I say, not too loudly, pretending to yell, "Don't make me get the hose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I think, holy shit, that was racist. What I was picturing in my mind was the garden hose that we keep next to the pool (or use to) to prime the water slide to get it started. I figure, turn that on and spray them so the get wet and climb off of the fence. However, after the whole Civil Rights movement, one might take what I said a different way. They didn't hear me, but it's things like that, that convince the ROFLCOPTER that my sub-conscious is racist. Maybe it's similar to Mr. Hat being racist (Although there, it's Mr. Garrison being racist through Mr. Hat...but it's different for me). "Aw! You're such a racist bastard, Mr. Hat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109202285007899679?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109202285007899679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109202285007899679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109202285007899679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109202285007899679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-sub-conscious-is-racist.html' title='My Sub-Conscious is Racist'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109176654975277730</id><published>2004-08-06T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T00:52:53.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't Helen Keller Drive?</title><content type='html'>Because she's a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard them all. I was looking at some change on my desk and I discovered the Alabama state quarter. &lt;img alt="Helen Keller" hspace="10" src="http://www.netstate.com/states/quarters/images/al_qtr.gif" align="left" vspace="10" border="1" /&gt;Who did I find on it? The one and only Helen Keller, that's who! I don't think I knew she was on the quarter so it was quite the surprise. I just felt that I had to share this. BTW, the ROFLCOPTER crew asks, How did Helen Keller burn her ear? She answered the iron. How did she burn her other ear? They called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109176654975277730?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109176654975277730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109176654975277730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109176654975277730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109176654975277730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/why-cant-helen-keller-drive.html' title='Why can&apos;t Helen Keller Drive?'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109176101148009320</id><published>2004-08-05T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T22:58:49.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frisbee, Burger, and a Bee Sting</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER had an active evening with ultimate and dinner. Tonight I played my last game of the season for the Cleveland Summer League. We won, 17-6 and our final record is 7-3. I scored once and had an assist with another point. I'm not sure how injuries keep happening to me, but they do. On the point that I scored, I slid to catch the disc and the person who was covering me took a swat at the disc and then ran by me, but managed to kick me in the face on the way by. It didn't hurt that much, but it's the principle of the thing. I'm going to start looking like a victim of domestic abuse pretty soon with the eye injury and the kick to the head. I thought ultimate was supposed to be non-contact. That's a load of donkey shit is what that is. I had fun though and that's what counts right? And winning of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to watch me play tonight and it was a good game to watch. Afterwards, we went to eat at "Your's Truly" and I had a BBQ cheese burger, bun and all. I figure, I played frisbee tonight and the tournament is Saturday, I can afford the carbs. It was really good. On our way out though, my mom opened the door to go outside and on the door handle of all places was a bee. It stung my mom. I couldn't believe it, of all the silly things that could happen. She got some baking soda from inside and put it on her finger. Then the ROFLCOPTER life flighted us home for further medical attention. She's fine now, due to the quick thinking of the ROFLCOPTER and crew. And for that, the ROFLCOPTER get's the rest of the night off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109176101148009320?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109176101148009320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109176101148009320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109176101148009320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109176101148009320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/frisbee-burger-and-bee-sting.html' title='Frisbee, Burger, and a Bee Sting'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109168247422286366</id><published>2004-08-05T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T01:07:54.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tax Dollars at Work</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER had a slow day working at Denison Pool.  The Copter witnessed me do a grand total of 15 minutes of work today.  I was at work for seven and a half hours and yes I was paid for every second.  It was a rainy day so the only patrons we had was this family of six people.  I'm not sure what prompted them to come swimming on a cold and rainy day, but they did.  They made me work for a whole 15 minutes, but I didn't mind so much, I kept myself and most of the staff entertained for most of the day.  I thought it to be a grand idea to bring in my laptop and a couple of movies.  I started to watch one and soon I had a crowd huddled around my laptop, trying to hear.  We decided we could do better than that.  I went home and got my external speakers and when I got back we cleared out the first aid and equipment room and filled it with dry deck chairs and blankets.  Then 16-18 of us some how managed to fit in this small room.  We closed the door to block out the light and watched the movie which was propped up in front of us on a pile of kick boards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie we watched was Pirates of the Caribbean and the second movie we watched was PCU.  I thought the kids going into college and those going into college in a few years should watch that movie at least once.  We all enjoyed ourselves and kept each other warm.  We were like a pack of seals with a T.V.  Tomorrow we're going to watch some more movies if the weather cooperates.  For all of you out there that have to do actual work to get paid, I feel sorry for you.  For Connor Thomas, the lifeguard, work is directly proportional to the condition of the weather and I say the rain can stay another day.  ROFLCOPTER, turn up the volume and turn down the lights, it's time for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109168247422286366?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109168247422286366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109168247422286366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109168247422286366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109168247422286366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/tax-dollars-at-work.html' title='Tax Dollars at Work'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697862.post-109142319012307456</id><published>2004-08-02T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T01:31:26.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geauga Lake Amusement Park - Thrills, Chills, and a Head Ache</title><content type='html'>The ROFLCOPTER escorted a few ladies around Geauga Lake today with my friend Adam and myself. Three of our friends, visited from Pittsburgh and we went to the Amusement park first. We went on all of the roller coasters. My head hurts. Those things really throw you around. The wooden roller coasters have new cars and they're small! Adam and I could hardly fit in them. The leg bar comes down right on top of you and there's no freedom to move. Those rides were designed to let you move around in your seat a bit, but now that you can't, you take every little (or big because there were quite few) bumps or shakes on the track. After lunch we went to the water park and played around there for several hours. Two of the girls had an embarrassing moment when their tops (or part of their tops) came off after splashing into the bottom of a super fast water slide. They were laughed at, we felt bad...for not being there when it happened! JKing. We spent a while in the wave pool. That was so much fun. I still feel like I'm floating in it. That thing is not safe though. They had a pull out, literally every five minutes. I'm glad that's not my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done in the water, we left the park and had dinner at Ruby Tuesdays. The food was really good. I must say I'm impressed with their food, but the waitress we had was just starting out and she was so slow. My God, she was slow. After we ate we tried to find a miniature golf course with directions from the Ruby Tuesday's Girls. They forgot one turn so we got lost but eventually found it but by that time they were closed. It was behind a movie theater so we decided to go check out the times. We ended up seeing The Village. I think that movie is clever and well done. That was my second time seeing it. Even if you don't like scary movies, see it anyway. It's a little different from your average horror flick. We got out of there at 11:30pm and we separated ways at that point. It was a fun day and I'm glad I went. ROFLCOPTER works tomorrow, and so we're off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697862-109142319012307456?l=roflcopter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/feeds/109142319012307456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697862&amp;postID=109142319012307456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109142319012307456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697862/posts/default/109142319012307456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roflcopter.blogspot.com/2004/08/geauga-lake-amusement-park-thrills.html' title='Geauga Lake Amusement Park - Thrills, Chills, and a Head Ache'/><author><name>the ROFLMAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14067114460136618838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/66/46566_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
