<?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-858672924533799892</id><updated>2012-02-14T07:02:35.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimsmatrix</title><subtitle type='html'>The answer is out there, it's looking for you, it will find you if you want it to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1524463415620672586</id><published>2011-05-03T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:51:59.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie's House Renovation Options</title><content type='html'>Cheryl and I were thinking a few weeks back (52 of them), that Bonnie had thought of making an addition to the front of her house. So we went right to work on a few design options for her to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wevE93aryQg/TcBtKRnoPPI/AAAAAAAAB_w/En4eRY2LiC0/s1600/Bonnie-front%2Bporch-open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wevE93aryQg/TcBtKRnoPPI/AAAAAAAAB_w/En4eRY2LiC0/s320/Bonnie-front%2Bporch-open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597959744634098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This option has a happy little paved path straight to the front, with a trellis covering a front patio area between the driveway and front door. Notice the rooster guarding over the front door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTw4E3keyM/TcBtKB9cEyI/AAAAAAAAB_o/PNOvl8SrUnM/s1600/Bonnie-front%2Bporch-closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTw4E3keyM/TcBtKB9cEyI/AAAAAAAAB_o/PNOvl8SrUnM/s320/Bonnie-front%2Bporch-closed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597955541144354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was my version of Cheryl's idea. Its a little more confined with a little wooden fence blocking out the space where you'd sit in the evening shade and sip your lemonade. The patio space will be a little bigger, being able to fit your, and another family comfortably (comfortable furniture not shown).  The front walkway curves around to the driveway instead of going straight to the street, keeping visitors away from the direct front of your house, in case people from the street want to take pictures. To many people on the front walk can ruin pictures of houses, So I've averted them all to the driveway. It makes more sense cause there's always plenty to do in a driveway for people and cars. You'll notice a few ideas sketched on top of each other. Sorry about that, but the ideas were gushing out of me, I just had to get them onto paper! Oh, and none of these are to scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLVYRdV_xok/TcBtKn7c8EI/AAAAAAAACAA/wu-RtbY4fiY/s1600/Bonnie-pirate%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLVYRdV_xok/TcBtKn7c8EI/AAAAAAAACAA/wu-RtbY4fiY/s320/Bonnie-pirate%2Bhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597965733359682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one of my brilliant ideas. I was thinking to myself, what would I do, and I also thought on what Jacob &amp;amp; Austin might like. And yes, they both kind of remind me of pirates. Jacob would have the eye patch and the parrot, as where Austin would have a monkey and a striped shirt with the triangular hat. (remember the movie Swiss Family Robinson? The kid there and Austin are almost identical.) This idea was solidified as we were in Ft. Bragg, and they both desperately wanted to go to Capt. Jack's, the local pirate bar/pub/grill. As you see, part of the hull opens up to let you into the front door. You don't want visitors? Don't worry, they won't be able to even fine the front door! Waiting for house guests? send one of the kids up to the crow's nest and have them be a lookout!  The driveway is cut in half and forms the drawbridge that allows people over the moat. The moat would encircle the house. On hot days the kids could swim laps in it! And then they could swing from mast to mast. Sure neighbors might call you 'Noah'  as you're building it, but just  think of the fun you'll have with the end result! And hey, if there is  another flood, who will be laughing then! ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeWlKJgU8pI/TcBtKX56PdI/AAAAAAAAB_4/Bwbv9DZ5osQ/s1600/Bonnie-porch%2Boptions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EeWlKJgU8pI/TcBtKX56PdI/AAAAAAAAB_4/Bwbv9DZ5osQ/s320/Bonnie-porch%2Boptions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597961431924178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few other sketches on a smaller scale. The ship idea, then smaller patio on top, followed by a simple archway over the front door. Then on the bottom I figured you might like the facade of your house to look like our apartment building, so that's what the bottom is. Just throwing it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAAYOhAN_ws/TcBtLN5HORI/AAAAAAAACAI/Bk_cNl_lrAs/s1600/Bonnie-Cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAAYOhAN_ws/TcBtLN5HORI/AAAAAAAACAI/Bk_cNl_lrAs/s320/Bonnie-Cathedral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597975924095250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least we have the Cathedral plan. With this option I wanted to turn your front hall &amp;amp; living room into something majestic. You will be forming your own gateway to a medieval history. The space would go 3 or more stories up above your house proper, and brilliant light would trickle in through the large stain glass windows. Most of the existing house would be engulfed inside of the Cathedrals &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_buttress"&gt;Flying buttresses&lt;/a&gt;. The footprint of the house would act as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transept"&gt;transept&lt;/a&gt; of the cathedral. The only problem I can foresee is that large stone enclosures are typically loud and everything echos a lot. I didn't see anything else like it in your neighborhood from the maps I looked through. And it will definitely be the house on the block that everyone will be jealous of. You can see I sketched the front, the floor plan, then the side of the cathedral, so you get a sense of its grandeur from all sides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1524463415620672586?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1524463415620672586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1524463415620672586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1524463415620672586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1524463415620672586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2011/05/bonnies-house-renovation-options.html' title='Bonnie&apos;s House Renovation Options'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wevE93aryQg/TcBtKRnoPPI/AAAAAAAAB_w/En4eRY2LiC0/s72-c/Bonnie-front%2Bporch-open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-778744326341585218</id><published>2011-01-08T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:21:27.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merry Christmas Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello Everybody. After I realize that I forgot to send these out, I then had to deal with the size of each. Just a little to big to email, so I now decided to post them and let you download them as you will. I figure its good enough for the whole world to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/TSip9OAcZ5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/_v52qFDLfdM/s1600/Stevens%2BFamily%2B16x24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/TSip9OAcZ5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/_v52qFDLfdM/s320/Stevens%2BFamily%2B16x24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559880609185949586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(16x24) 15MB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/TSipZZysEQI/AAAAAAAAB8c/g4vtdm2zV6g/s1600/Stevens%2BFamily_16x20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/TSipZZysEQI/AAAAAAAAB8c/g4vtdm2zV6g/s320/Stevens%2BFamily_16x20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559879993874190594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(16x20) 13MB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-778744326341585218?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/778744326341585218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=778744326341585218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/778744326341585218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/778744326341585218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2011/01/merry-christmas-family.html' title='The Merry Christmas Family'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/TSip9OAcZ5I/AAAAAAAAB8k/_v52qFDLfdM/s72-c/Stevens%2BFamily%2B16x24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1221868527539124472</id><published>2009-11-03T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:36:45.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Movies... which are Repeats</title><content type='html'>I was a little bored at work today and decided to look through upcoming movies at ComingSoon.net. It looks like there a bunch of good movies coming out this next year. Usually I just review this for the summer, but I noticed an interesting trend. HALF of  the movies coming out are REMAKES! How unoriginal. I've cataloged the upcoming movies and Have commented after them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; means it came from a Book, or its a sequel. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; means that I think they took the idea from another movie, which makes it un-original. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; means I don't care and I want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=21598"&gt;The Box&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Possibly a remake, definitely a Take-off. It sounds like so many other old scary movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=60067"&gt;Collapse&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Documentary of Economic Collapse, wow, I sure want to hear that crap again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=21756"&gt;Disney's A Christmas Carol&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This one's been around for a LONG time. Who hasn't heard of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;     - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=43935"&gt;Endgame&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;True story of Apartheid south Africa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44176"&gt;The Fourth Kind&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alien Abduction, Close encounters...REPEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45089"&gt;The Men Who Stare at Goats&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its being called a True Life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52511"&gt;Precious: &lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Based on NOVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47403"&gt;Splinterheads&lt;/a&gt; - ... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;carnival con artists... Hmmm (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59542"&gt;That Evening Sun&lt;/a&gt; - looks dumb&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=58150"&gt;Turning Green&lt;/a&gt; - distasteful foreign film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42194"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt;  -  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like this hasn't been done 3 times in the last year! Nobody likes these stupid Scary tactics movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45651"&gt;Dare&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;High school friends must find themselves - Looks really dumb, and its been done before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20486"&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kids Book -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44089"&gt;Love Hurts&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Romantic comedy, like all others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41767"&gt;The Messenger&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;War drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59450"&gt;Oh My God?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Documentary, Ever seen the History Channel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42154"&gt;Pirate Radio&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59903"&gt;Ten9Eight: Shoot for the Moon&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Teens growing up in Poverty...Seen it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59779"&gt;Uncertainty&lt;/a&gt; - Looks dumb&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59504"&gt;William Kunstler: Disturbing the Universe &lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Documentary-esque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=58736"&gt;Women in Trouble&lt;/a&gt; - Looks dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41558"&gt;Red Cliff&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Han Dynasty war action, I'll see it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44981"&gt;The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans&lt;/a&gt; - Looks Dumb!&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53038"&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=48431"&gt;Broken Embraces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=54829"&gt;Defamation&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Documentary on Racism, its been done plenty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=58321"&gt;Fix&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Inspired by TRUE events!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=36982"&gt;Mammoth&lt;/a&gt; - foreign&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51777"&gt;The Missing Person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=39626"&gt;Planet 51&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50766"&gt;The Twilight Saga: New Moon&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From Books! - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;its not like I'm gonna read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41073"&gt;Me and Orson Welles&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42116"&gt;Ninja Assassin&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kung Fu fighting! - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can't wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=21132"&gt;Old Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=19253"&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Every kid has heard/seen this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=37475"&gt;The Road&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Post Apocaliptic earth, fighting for survival, Hmmm, I saw Mad Max in the 80's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41664"&gt;The Private Lives of Pippa Lee&lt;/a&gt; - No-way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;December 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=40776"&gt;Armored&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whats this, Oceans 15?! Everyone's seen this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=37439"&gt;Brothers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wait a minute... I just read this plot summary, while composing THIS Blog! (see The Messenger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42468"&gt;Everybody's Fine&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remake of a foreign Flick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38869"&gt;Serious Moonlight&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;More adulterous affairs, blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=58517"&gt;Transylmania&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Take off. Anything Transyl-whatever related means Dracula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59714"&gt;Until the Light Takes Us&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Documentary of Heavy Metal in the 80's. Orange for most. &lt;/span&gt;New for all the youngsters.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45067"&gt;Up in the Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50095"&gt;A Single Man&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't know... It seems like Brokeback Mtn, part 2 to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=21209"&gt;Invictus&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another South African re-unification story, thanks Nelson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20230"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Based on a NOVEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59718"&gt;Rocket Singh: Salesman of the Year&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38972"&gt;The Slammin' Salmon&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=13245"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and its a FOX film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=49705"&gt;Did You Hear About the Morgans?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hugh Grant, need I say more. Every character of his is the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=22220"&gt;Nine&lt;/a&gt; - um... its a Musical.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=23004"&gt;The Young Victoria&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- at least they chose a New Queen - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Netflix maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59409"&gt;Police, Adjective&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cops and drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44803"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakuel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I grew up watching these cartoons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38969"&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;/a&gt; - weird&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47769"&gt;It's Complicated&lt;/a&gt; - looks dumb&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45650"&gt;Sherlock Holmes (Warner Bros. Pictures)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who hasn't heard of this already?! - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;could be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=49662"&gt;The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a play written in the 50's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55546"&gt;The White Ribbon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December TBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20569"&gt;Nutcracker: The Untold Story&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who hasn't heard of this already? So someone tries to add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;January 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=19976"&gt;Case 39&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42462"&gt;Crazy on the Outside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=21566"&gt;Daybreakers&lt;/a&gt; - And even MORE Vampires...&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=49717"&gt;Leap Year&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41254"&gt;Youth in Revolt&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From a Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=48563"&gt;The Book of Eli&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Another one that I've seen today, Post-apocolyptic america, must fight to survive, then find the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59262"&gt;Fish Tank&lt;/a&gt; - weird&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42335"&gt;Hoodwinked Too! Hood vs. Evil&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I liked the first one... - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i loved the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=43571"&gt;The Last Station&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remake of 1990's NOVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47677"&gt;The Spy Next Door&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Its a Jackie Chan movie. Same as ALL his others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=48534"&gt;Creation&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After a BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45784"&gt;Extraordinary Measures&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From a 'True' Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=43460"&gt;Legion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59041"&gt;To Save a Life&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42386"&gt;Tooth Fairy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=57307"&gt;After Dark Horrorfest 4&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Numbers 1-3 weren't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44503"&gt;Edge of Darkness&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41167"&gt;When in Rome&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;January TBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59694"&gt;Pyaar Impossible&lt;/a&gt; (limited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;February 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45304"&gt;Dear John&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From a NOVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59398"&gt;From Paris With Love&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20798"&gt;I Love You Phillip Morris&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41768"&gt;Untitled Bob Marley Documentary&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=57778"&gt;My Name is Khan&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41501"&gt;Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Olympians: The Lightning Thief&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;looks interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53954"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52558"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=18844"&gt;The Wolfman&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh ya, another brillian remake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;could be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41300"&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/a&gt; - Escape Prisoner, Ohhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53253"&gt;A Couple of Dicks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=58860"&gt;A Prophet&lt;/a&gt; - Foreign&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44676"&gt;The Crazies&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Reinvention of an older, dumber plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=40314"&gt;Takers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;More Bank Robberies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;February TBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=59347"&gt;The Red Riding Trilogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adapted from Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47814"&gt;Saint John of Las Vegas&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;March 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=39384"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMAKE&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=43897"&gt;Brooklyn's Finest&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another Cop show, different city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51344"&gt;The Back-Up Plan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51729"&gt;Green Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38746"&gt;Hard 10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55645"&gt;Our Family Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=60577"&gt;Mid-August Lunch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51184"&gt;The Bounty Hunter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44941"&gt;Hot Tub Time Machine&lt;/a&gt; - dumb!&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=58948"&gt;Hubble 3D&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Documentary, and we've seen the stars show before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=48998"&gt;Last Night&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=49078"&gt;Season of the Witch&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;March 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=40223"&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMAKE - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but definitely on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=17311"&gt;How to Train Your Dragon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; - Actually looks good to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;April 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52034"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IN BOOKSTORES NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52319"&gt;Furry Vengeance   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=54110"&gt;The Last Song&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From the Bookstore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52677"&gt;Mary, Mother of Christ&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53308"&gt;Repo Men&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53449"&gt;Tyler Perry's Why Did I Get Married Too&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh no, not another one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=48066"&gt;Date Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50350"&gt;The Losers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50347"&gt;Death at a Funeral (Screen Gems)&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ReMAKE from 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=43515"&gt;Kick-Ass&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;looks interesting, but based on a Comic Book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=57555"&gt;MacGruber&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They got this idea from a Saturday Night Live sketch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=41731"&gt;Piranha 3D&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry, I saw the National Geographic special of this too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44352"&gt;Oceans&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Documentary, same as the show EARTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=54947"&gt;Wall Street 2: Money Never Sleeps&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47103"&gt;A Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another one? Really? Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April TBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=56226"&gt;Waking Sleeping Beauty&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ReMAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;May 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44655"&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This better be good! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55177"&gt;Letters to Juliet&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;More Romeo and Juliet crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20816"&gt;Untitled Robin Hood Adventure&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do they really need another one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=8633"&gt;Shrek Forever After&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope this one is good too! - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 28&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20447"&gt;Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean, except in Persia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52674"&gt;Sex and the City 2&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH Dear, Remake of a Remake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;June 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=37022"&gt;Killers&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53516"&gt;Marmaduke&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ideas from a comic strip in the 50's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=40213"&gt;The A-Team&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh ya, watched this one growing up! -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I hope its good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44399"&gt;Get Him to the Greek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50421"&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not another one! Too Many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50058"&gt;Footloose&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kevin Bacon better be in this REMAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=22612"&gt;Jonah Hex&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from an old TV SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=19252"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its been a while, guess they wan t more money! - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll see it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52824"&gt;Grown Ups&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Seen this one before today too, high school mates, reunite to relive the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;June 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53125"&gt;The Twilight Saga: Eclipse&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From Books, as you could guess. - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;July 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55873"&gt;Knight &amp;amp; Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44129"&gt;The Last Airbender&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;looks interesting, but sounds familiar.  - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Could be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=54800"&gt;Robert Rodriguez's Predators&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What happened to Arnold's Predators?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51266"&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52815"&gt;Inception&lt;/a&gt; (conventional and IMAX theaters)&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51019"&gt;The Sorcerer's Apprentice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53471"&gt;Dinner for Schmucks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=40338"&gt;Salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=57636"&gt;O Apostolo 3-D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=54728"&gt;Beastly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=46557"&gt;Cats &amp;amp; Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;continuing another dumb story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53037"&gt;Little Fockers&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38375"&gt;Morning Glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July TBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47133"&gt;Hairspray 2&lt;/a&gt; - Not ReMAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;August 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53244"&gt;The Other Guys&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope its funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42387"&gt;Step Up 3&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Boy, another one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53314"&gt;Friday the 13th Part 2 (3D)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They really just need to stop it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=37342"&gt;Ramona and Beezus&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;based on a series of NOVELS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50319"&gt;The Expendables&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Remake of every old guy action film ever made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=52423"&gt;Resident Evil: Afterlife&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sequel # 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;September 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=48893"&gt;The Town&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From a NOVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55957"&gt;Flipped&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;adaptation of a NOVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47042"&gt;The Roommate&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'dangerous obsession', heard of Single White Female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44086"&gt;Guardians of Ga'Hoole&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Based on Childrens BOOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=54350"&gt;You Again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;October 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=46954"&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;/a&gt; - they should really rethink this animation about Dogs.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=15696"&gt;Priest&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adapted from a Tokoy comic book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=45545"&gt;Your Highness&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;looks funny, but so did Monte Python&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50454"&gt;Going the Distance&lt;/a&gt; - looks pointless&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47904"&gt;Secretariat&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Based on REAL events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=44406"&gt;The Zookeeper&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55221"&gt;Faster&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The ROCK, just out of jail, out for revenge. Sounds like Walking Tall, another movie he did, exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=53514"&gt;Prisoners&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;parent after kidnapped child won't stop till they find them... sounds all to familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;November 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=57029"&gt;Due Date&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=42391"&gt;Oobermind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38491"&gt;Unstoppable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20446"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part I&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yaaaah, from Books!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But I'll definitely see it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=55019"&gt;Red (Summit Entertainment)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Based on a Comic Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=38374"&gt;Burlesque&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Remake of Moulon Rouge, which also looked bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=46697"&gt;Red Dawn&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the greatest movies, 20 years ago!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ya, I'm gonna see it for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=57378"&gt;Bruce Lee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bruce has been done before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;December 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=20901"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yaaah, Another one!&lt;/span&gt; Hope its good. Books were so so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=47155"&gt;Tron Legacy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blast from the Bast more like! -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I'm gonna see this for sure too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51343"&gt;Untitled James L. Brooks Comedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=49317"&gt;Yogi Bear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=19507"&gt;The Green Hornet&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Um... YA!&lt;/span&gt; But it still used to be a TV Show, and comic book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=50284"&gt;Gulliver's Travels&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Big Screen adaptation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=56549"&gt;Life as We Know It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December TBA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=10053"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, never heard this one before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, there are PLENTY of movie remakes to see in the next year. In fact, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;79&lt;/span&gt; direct remakes of books or other movies, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;  Take-offs. That's 115 remakes out of 180 total movies. Thats 63 % of all movies listed to open between now and next year are REMAKES. Less than half of Hollywood is original, and they are mostly UN-ORIGINAL. So forget writing a screenplay for your director friend. Write a good Book, and then someone will probably see it, and then shortly adapt it to be their movie! You want to know why Hollywood isn't doing as well as in previous years... That's right, there's nothing original. Then there's the few gems like Batman, Iron Man, Toy Story, Shrek, stuff like that that earns Tons of money. Sure its fun to see, but people will quickly grow old of #4, 5, 6, and 7. Look at the 'Friday the 13th' series. Its one of the best and most original horror shows, but they haven't bothered makin up anything new yet. Cause they are lazy. That's right, milk it for all you can, before you use your mind again. by then it will have rotted probably. And just think of all the shows I did watch when I was younger that they haven't remade yet! And in a few more years they'll probably try to remake the re-made movies into TV shows, or cartoons or whatever. Oh Bother.&lt;br /&gt;Come up with something new already! 37 percent of the people already are, now why don't the rest of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1221868527539124472?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1221868527539124472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1221868527539124472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1221868527539124472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1221868527539124472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/11/upcoming-movies.html' title='Upcoming Movies... which are Repeats'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4879864427073411408</id><published>2009-09-21T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:05:37.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating Cakes!</title><content type='html'>So last week we had our first 'actual' Cake Decorating Class. It was the second of four, but the first class was just an orientation of what to bring, and how to bring it, etc. And funny thing, is that on Tuesday night I got a call from that Cheryl girl and she asked me if I would be driving to Santa Monica the next evening, and I told her it was funny cause I was indeed planning to. Then she told me that she was taking this class and she wasn't sure if her car would make it therefore needed a ride, and since I live just around the corner it only made sense. So I then told her that I was taking the very same class too! Who ever knew that she of all people would be in the exact same cake decorating class! It was all sponsored through Michael's. We carpooled over there, and Cheryl was starving so we decided to stop at Tommy Burgers, which was a slight error cause we left at 6:45pm and the class was at 7pm. We really only had time to go straight there, but we (she) decided we needed food first. After wolfing down our deliscious chili-grease burgers we raced over to SAnta Monica. We would have been alright, but it was after all, Santa Monica, and it was 9-9-9, and for some reason meant that they were having a big party on the Pier, which made parking $15, or off-limits. So that made me mad cause I hate paying for parking, but after 20 minutes of circling and not finding anything we (I) finally broke down and payed $6 at some distant lot. We were almost the last people there, arriving 15 minutes late, but one more crazy lady came after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the class is younger girls... (I should tell Jeff and Josh about that class)... and then one or two crazy old women. Our teacher is Some funny Nigerian lady who's accent can throw you off if you don't pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next class we had was last Wednesday. We brought all our stuff, cake included. This time there were 4 new yentas. One old crazy one who wasn't there before, and three yappy retarded girls from the Tuesday night class, and man were they LOUD. I seriously considered turning around and picking up their frosting and spilling it on the floor, then sticking my finger in each of their cakes. Luckily for them they shut up fairly quickly. The other group of yappy old ladies was at the other end of the room, and I didn't think throwing the other loud girls cakes at the far end loud women would have gone over to well; but i did consider defending myself against their retaliations, if it came to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all you want to see is pictures, you must visit &lt;a href="http://cherylscouch.blogspot.com/2009/09/cake-class.html"&gt;Cheryl's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun. I still need plenty of practice, but I sure did get plenty of complements from our instructor as well. Things like "You sculpt icing amazingly well for such a novice."  And "Wow, I've never seen anyone do such wonderful things with their cake icing before!"  So just you wait to see what I can accomplish further down the road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4879864427073411408?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4879864427073411408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4879864427073411408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4879864427073411408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4879864427073411408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/09/decorating-cakes.html' title='Decorating Cakes!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5804835774057612846</id><published>2009-09-03T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:35:49.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim's Blog entry on behalf of Joe &amp; Tiffany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SqArv0VyXeI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/RvMJk4F1j5Q/s1600-h/Joe+and+Tiff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SqArv0VyXeI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/RvMJk4F1j5Q/s320/Joe+and+Tiff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377346055584243170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my brother and his wife. They are looking to adopt children. If you know pregnent people who want to get rid of their kid, let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see by Joe's versatile hair that he will be a good parent. It helps keep him young and ambitious. Just from these pictures we can see that he likes Edward from Twilight, Tom Cruise from Last Samuri, that Tad Hamilton guy from Transformers, ... weird hippie hair from the 60's, and of course The Fonz (well, a Japanese version anyway.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5804835774057612846?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5804835774057612846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5804835774057612846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5804835774057612846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5804835774057612846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/09/jims-blog-entry-on-behalf-of-joe.html' title='Jim&apos;s Blog entry on behalf of Joe &amp; Tiffany'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SqArv0VyXeI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/RvMJk4F1j5Q/s72-c/Joe+and+Tiff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3761542931753971599</id><published>2009-08-13T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:50:56.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-Box 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its finally happened! I have a Man-Box! Was it 2 or more years ago that Josh Jeff and I originally started our first version Man-Boxes... ah, I can't remember anymore. And I'm still planning on putting the finishing touches on that Box that I started carving on, made from a rich mahogany. But something better came along many months after. I was casually browsing the internet, and for some reason I was looking through Pirate Chests. And all of a sudden, this one website showed me the coolest thing that I'd ever seen (well, almost the coolest, but it ranks pretty high!). Once I saw it, I knew that it had to be mine, and I knew that It would replace the original Man-Box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR38pD6haI/AAAAAAAABzY/a4rijG3AnyE/s1600-h/IMG_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR38pD6haI/AAAAAAAABzY/a4rijG3AnyE/s320/IMG_1173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369548539430602146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is my Man-Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR39YWDtKI/AAAAAAAABzg/pwctIstyzOQ/s1600-h/IMG_1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR39YWDtKI/AAAAAAAABzg/pwctIstyzOQ/s320/IMG_1174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369548552123167906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is my Man-Box with the lid open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR3-DQC9pI/AAAAAAAABzo/FkZK1M4MEy0/s1600-h/IMG_1175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR3-DQC9pI/AAAAAAAABzo/FkZK1M4MEy0/s320/IMG_1175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369548563640678034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the top of my Man-Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR3-8GKo4I/AAAAAAAABzw/o4sLJFwcSvc/s1600-h/IMG_1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR3-8GKo4I/AAAAAAAABzw/o4sLJFwcSvc/s320/IMG_1176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369548578900059010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the side of my Man-Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR3_q4wcGI/AAAAAAAABz4/n1P21HmJ13E/s1600-h/IMG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR3_q4wcGI/AAAAAAAABz4/n1P21HmJ13E/s320/IMG_1177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369548591460282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is the back side of my Man-Box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It measures 27"X15"X15". And I'm far from finished with it. I plan to make inserts for all my super cool belongings. As Cheryl has so often suggested, I will have a pull-out shelving system for all my sunglasses, and also real glasses now, as well as a small bottle of cleaning solution and a small rag for wiping down the lenses when the occasion warrants such a need. On the other side I will have a series of racks for hanging my large supply of beautiful watches! You will be able to pull each hanging Watch-carousel out and twirl it around and see the many sparkly watches that I have.  I will then be able to select which watch I will accessorize with that day. The middle portion is reserved right now for an undetermined number of things which right now rest on top of my regular dresser.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of having cool top-secret stuff like my gun and loads of bullets in there too, but then I realized that if there was a break in it would be to hard to get to, so I'm still going to leave it under my pillow for now.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the insides, although nice, won't be left unfinished. I have selected a wonderful asian style fabric from JoAnn's that I will be lining the box with. Not that I need it, but it will be more like a Treasure Chest, similar to my Man-Box 1.0 idea.&lt;br /&gt;It is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.woodchests.com/Default.aspx?CategoryID=1"&gt;Woodchests.com&lt;/a&gt; if you want to look further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3761542931753971599?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3761542931753971599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3761542931753971599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3761542931753971599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3761542931753971599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-box-20.html' title='Man-Box 2.0'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SoR38pD6haI/AAAAAAAABzY/a4rijG3AnyE/s72-c/IMG_1173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8611828017185080693</id><published>2009-04-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:16:26.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my Baby Dragon Abraxas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not exactly sure about the name Abraxas, but its cool, and its one of the first Dragon names I found that I liked.  I'm considering a few other names too, but it has to be one of the coolest names ever, cause he's one of the coolest dragons ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuV02vC6I/AAAAAAAABsg/ZEEGlrcz0E8/s1600-h/IMG_5843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuV02vC6I/AAAAAAAABsg/ZEEGlrcz0E8/s320/IMG_5843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894518005336994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes, he is a dude.  Don't let the thorny eyebrow/lashes throw you off.  His whole species is quite deceptive.  His eye lashes could bat your arm right off.  And if he were to squint at you, you'd see two rows of sharp, war hardened, thorny spines point toward you, and if he were to actually strike at you in that mode... you'd be done for.  And the rescue team would have trouble finding enough pieces to identify you, so be careful around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuVeCAhQI/AAAAAAAABsY/U-VGoN2ct6I/s1600-h/IMG_5840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuVeCAhQI/AAAAAAAABsY/U-VGoN2ct6I/s320/IMG_5840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894511878604034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you were to look close, you'd notice his powerful lashing tongue.  It sparkles in the light, and its tough as nails, literally.  It has to be to tolerate the intense flaming fiery breath. He could also wrap his tongue around you and squeeze you to death, even if you're wearing a shiny suit of metal armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuWLDxPJI/AAAAAAAABso/Y4uWsF-yjQo/s1600-h/IMG_5842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuWLDxPJI/AAAAAAAABso/Y4uWsF-yjQo/s320/IMG_5842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894523965586578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice his beautiful copper tones on the underside.  They shimmer like a bronze torchlight. Oh his fiercely hardened other scales, you can see the green scales sparkle in the light as well.  But this sparkle is like the dew on morning grass as the sun rises.  But don't let their beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuWTxw7lI/AAAAAAAABsw/bEBsk5q4GFw/s1600-h/IMG_5844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuWTxw7lI/AAAAAAAABsw/bEBsk5q4GFw/s320/IMG_5844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894526305988178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is what he looks like from behind.  And don't be mistaken, just cause you can't see his eyes, doesn't mean he can't 'see' you.  His devilishly forked tongue can sense disturbances in the atmosphere, similar to a snake, as well as his concealed ear holes that provide for razor sharp hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezvGkEoEMI/AAAAAAAABs4/ai9CARMDj7Y/s1600-h/IMG_5847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezvGkEoEMI/AAAAAAAABs4/ai9CARMDj7Y/s320/IMG_5847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326895355313787074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a belly shot, in case you want  to see what he looks like inside.  This of course is after the clay is baked, and most of the foil structure is removed.  I'll never get it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezvG6NGRtI/AAAAAAAABtA/MJjUH1JvChc/s1600-h/IMG_5848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezvG6NGRtI/AAAAAAAABtA/MJjUH1JvChc/s320/IMG_5848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326895361254901458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my living room work space, where my Baby Dragon was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/Sfj5ZnrAB0I/AAAAAAAABtY/sf0iP-3l8Ng/s1600-h/IMG_5889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/Sfj5ZnrAB0I/AAAAAAAABtY/sf0iP-3l8Ng/s320/IMG_5889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284377534367554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, don't let me forget to include parts 2 and parts 3 of Abraxas.  Here is his curling mid-section as it magically leaps from the table surface and then back down again.  He feels vulnerable if he is completely exposed above any surface, thats why you see him mostly hidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/Sfj5Z4H4vHI/AAAAAAAABtg/aER8gpmNhGQ/s1600-h/IMG_5895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/Sfj5Z4H4vHI/AAAAAAAABtg/aER8gpmNhGQ/s320/IMG_5895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284381950491762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its difficult to capture his tail on film, but I've done it!  It usually sways like a fish-tail, keeping his muscular torso stable, but this time I caught him leaping in and out of the table.  And as he usually does, he was swaying and twirling his tale like a whip, or like a streamer.  You can see that the scales at the tale are different than that of the regular torso.  They are much leaner and a bit longer, but still just as tough, and spiny, and painful if he decides to smack you with his tail.  The tip is capped with a dense, bony, pointy, club; emphasized by a few veins of bone yellow at edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/Sfj5aB9FtDI/AAAAAAAABto/_kMDrVIgEZ8/s1600-h/IMG_5898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/Sfj5aB9FtDI/AAAAAAAABto/_kMDrVIgEZ8/s320/IMG_5898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284384589558834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is dancing in and out of the table.  He is so playful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8611828017185080693?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8611828017185080693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8611828017185080693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8611828017185080693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8611828017185080693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-baby-dragon.html' title='My Baby Dragon'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SezuV02vC6I/AAAAAAAABsg/ZEEGlrcz0E8/s72-c/IMG_5843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6549038151551054182</id><published>2009-03-02T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:44:18.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim the Super Hero/ Super Villain</title><content type='html'>Have you ever what kind of Hero or Villain  you'd be if you were caught up on the Comic book world?  Well, me too. I did a little research, and this is what I found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="90" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="75" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="70" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="67" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 67%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="62" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 62%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="60" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="50" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="45" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="45" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="42" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 42%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="20" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are mild-mannered, good,&lt;br /&gt;strong and you love to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 181px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/superman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that on the weekend I feel different than I do during the week, so I then punched in those numbers, and this is what came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="91" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 91%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="87" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 87%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Magneto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="82" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 82%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lex Luthor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="81" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 81%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="73" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 73%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Venom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="70" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kingpin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="67" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 67%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystique&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="65" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Joker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="61" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 61%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="60" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Riddler&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="60" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mr. Freeze&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="58" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 58%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dark Phoenix&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="55" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="47" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 47%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="37" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Two-Face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr size="4" width="37" align="left" noshade="noshade"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;Blessed with smarts and power but burdened by vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/dr_doom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Super Villain am I?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6549038151551054182?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6549038151551054182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6549038151551054182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6549038151551054182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6549038151551054182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/03/jim-super-hero-super-villain.html' title='Jim the Super Hero/ Super Villain'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6272155759927904001</id><published>2009-02-15T17:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:09:35.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Landscapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SZjIqXHhWpI/AAAAAAAABok/4uRoJYhq7ow/s1600-h/Italian+Landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303209191314381458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SZjIqXHhWpI/AAAAAAAABok/4uRoJYhq7ow/s320/Italian+Landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me take you on a fine walk through my new Italian Landscape. As you might notice, Spring has just sprung in this late afternoon Tuscan setting. Some of the local farmers have just planted a new crop of grapes all around the villa-style houses getting ready for the new harvest. It rained yesterday morning so the air is crisp and fresh, and full of life, a nice contrast to the warm air and sun beating down on you as you walk thru the grassy fields.  You might even be able to make out some of the early red poppy flowers just coming into bloom in the distant hills.  In case you can't hear them, the residents are having a party in the back yard and all the neighbors are attending.  Oh I can hear Uncle Luigi playing his old accordion again.  No wonder everyone feels like retiring here.  Ahhh, the life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6272155759927904001?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6272155759927904001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6272155759927904001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6272155759927904001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6272155759927904001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/02/italian-landscapes.html' title='Italian Landscapes'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SZjIqXHhWpI/AAAAAAAABok/4uRoJYhq7ow/s72-c/Italian+Landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6106724704241548841</id><published>2009-01-30T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:38:37.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>500</title><content type='html'>Wow, who ever thought blogging would be so fun?!  I've been signed up for about 18 months now, and I've just hit my 500th Blog entry!  As a matter of fact, you're reading it right now!  Congratulations.  Thanks for all the support over the many previous months. &lt;br /&gt;I assure you all that I have plenty more exciting stories/entries in store for you. &lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, here's some of what I have in store:&lt;br /&gt;Movie Reviews,&lt;br /&gt;Essay's on Life series,&lt;br /&gt;and possible more Vacation series'&lt;br /&gt;just to name a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6106724704241548841?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6106724704241548841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6106724704241548841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6106724704241548841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6106724704241548841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/01/500.html' title='500'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4153767989204909770</id><published>2009-01-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:38:28.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Our Apartment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I've put pictures on my blog it seems.  So I wanted to make this one a special one.  So, I decided to take you on a tour of our apartment, as its the first time its been Fully Clean!  Its only 4 months in, but well worth it... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jlFbGwDI/AAAAAAAABkk/jdYBD-XH-HY/s1600-h/IMG_5815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jlFbGwDI/AAAAAAAABkk/jdYBD-XH-HY/s320/IMG_5815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291276100969087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the entryway.  Its the scene we would see if we were to hear you knocking on our door, and IF we were answering.  Just left of center is the passage that takes you to the other rooms, but on the right side you can see our stash of Coffee Table Books.  Yes, we both had so many that we needed an entire bookshelf for our casual reading material.  In the corner we (I) have 1 crate of magazines, 1 crate of sketchbooks, 1 shelf of travel books, and one shelf of other artistic and wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jmJpm6AI/AAAAAAAABk0/xAuF6KL1jL8/s1600-h/IMG_5810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jmJpm6AI/AAAAAAAABk0/xAuF6KL1jL8/s320/IMG_5810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291276119283525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please notice the beautiful brown curtains, hung by the masculine curtain rods.  The fluffy couch pillows were sewn by Cheryl too.  Sure its the same ol' white couch but its comfy to lounge on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jmyU1mGI/AAAAAAAABk8/Ej1uXybUwIQ/s1600-h/IMG_5809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jmyU1mGI/AAAAAAAABk8/Ej1uXybUwIQ/s320/IMG_5809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291276130202261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, look at that, more sassy curtains, and Manly curtain rods. Here you can see where I spend most of my time, in my computer chair, and you can also see my Sleek Gaming Station lit up in blue too.  My computer desk separates the Dining room from the Living room.  Its a lovely interstitial space, that provides a moment of relaxation between eating and sitting.  No, that's not wall art behind my computer, that is our Air Conditioning unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jnNr__9I/AAAAAAAABlE/RSvJK96z_h4/s1600-h/IMG_5808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jnNr__9I/AAAAAAAABlE/RSvJK96z_h4/s320/IMG_5808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291276137547169746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the dining room.  This area is pivotal to the space's coherence.  The dining room is a very important room after all.  Its where I eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jlvWK4KI/AAAAAAAABks/nAyxO4k5TII/s1600-h/IMG_5819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jlvWK4KI/AAAAAAAABks/nAyxO4k5TII/s320/IMG_5819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291276112222675106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our Entertainment Center.  Its hidden between our two indoor gardens.  You can see our clever storage space below our Home Theater.  Most of our (my) music, and extra stuff is hidden therein.  The clever white wall is highlighted behind the entertainment center with four exquisite European Water Color paintings depicting my 4 most favorite sites in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW535cK9YCI/AAAAAAAABlM/ac3wImJzE9g/s1600-h/IMG_5811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW535cK9YCI/AAAAAAAABlM/ac3wImJzE9g/s320/IMG_5811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291298440905318434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you may have guessed it, this is my side or the bedroom.  You can see my two 'mostly' wood dressers; one pine, one fake-oak.  Mmmm, you can almost smell that 'fake' wood aroma from being freshly sawn.  In case I want to jam in the morning, I got my 'almost' antique Boom-Box on the tall dresser, towering over the bed, ready to rock out to any hit 80's Hair Band song.  I'm king of sneaky, but you can still see a sliver of boxes and clothes hidden under the short dresser, and oh, whats that behind the tall dresser?! Oh, that would be more boxes, a suit case, and a few extra back packs and day-bags that I've secretly stashed out of Cheryl's sight.  (shhhh, don't tell her they are there, otherwise she'll try to get me to 'put them away' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW535-77hSI/AAAAAAAABlU/h7WY-KfPt_s/s1600-h/IMG_5814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW535-77hSI/AAAAAAAABlU/h7WY-KfPt_s/s320/IMG_5814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291298450237523234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Cheryl's side.  Sure its cleaner, but she's a girl, she's supposed to be cleaner. Do notice two of her purses right and large bag next to the night stand, ready to go at a moments notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW536mwlncI/AAAAAAAABlc/9lYc3kax5sA/s1600-h/IMG_5816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW536mwlncI/AAAAAAAABlc/9lYc3kax5sA/s320/IMG_5816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291298460927368642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our Kitchen.  Oh look, you can see Cheryl hard at work in the kitchen, cleaning up after one of her baking experiences.  How delightful!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to perpetuate any stereo types about women in the kitchen, and why they don't need to leave that room (our stove doesn't have a clock on it anyway).  Its mere coincidence that She's there when I'm taking the picture.  But yes, the picture was taken in the evening, and yes she is still wearing her pajamas having slept in quite late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW6X7WPF44I/AAAAAAAABlk/dYAoq3kPiPo/s1600-h/IMG_5806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW6X7WPF44I/AAAAAAAABlk/dYAoq3kPiPo/s320/IMG_5806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291333658043868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have The Library.  Its wealth of knowledge is indeed quite vast.  On the south side of the Library we can learn about Botany and Herbology. On the bottom shelf of the library we can research Geneaology, Art History, The second shelf is more History.  The Middle shelf is Romance, Drama, and other Girlie Stuff.  The fourth shelf provides us with plenty of Girl Fiction.  The top shelf is Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and more Girl Fiction.  On the very top of you can study Art &amp;amp; Architecture, Astronomy, Painting, Drawing, Geography, Mechanics, and Fire Hydrants.  You might be able to tell, this is the only shelf that 'The Librarian' can't reach, therefore, its exclusivly mine; and the only shelf I was given.  Well, actually taken, cause I still think she's miffed that my stuff is there.  And to the north of the library we have our Reserve section where you can find books on Government, Finance, and similarly related documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4153767989204909770?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4153767989204909770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4153767989204909770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4153767989204909770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4153767989204909770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-apartment.html' title='Our Apartment'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SW5jlFbGwDI/AAAAAAAABkk/jdYBD-XH-HY/s72-c/IMG_5815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2627511245677153881</id><published>2009-01-12T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:33:08.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim's Movie Watching Schedule - 2009!</title><content type='html'>So I was just thinking of what kind of movies I might be interested in seeing in the upcoming future, so I put a little list together, and I've ranked them too, depending on how much I might want to see them.  Check it Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;key: 1=want to see&lt;br /&gt;2=I kind of want to see&lt;br /&gt;3=I'll see it if its playing at Fox (free)&lt;br /&gt;4=I'll see it if I'm really bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 23:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809984515/info"&gt;Underworld&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808716115/info"&gt;Killshot&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809787394/info"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/a&gt; -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809834197/info"&gt;Taken&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809922967/info"&gt;Push&lt;/a&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809932969/info"&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/a&gt; -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809424382/info"&gt;Fanboys&lt;/a&gt; -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 27:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810030315/info"&gt;Street fighter&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808406490/info"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810007766/info"&gt;Race to Witch Mountain&lt;/a&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=51240"&gt;The Horsemen&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/knowing/"&gt;Knowing&lt;/a&gt; -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809942145/info"&gt;Adventureland&lt;/a&gt;-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809918074/info"&gt;Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;/a&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809989992/info"&gt;Fast &amp;amp; Furious&lt;/a&gt;-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809961064/info"&gt;Dragonball&lt;/a&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17:&lt;br /&gt;17 Again -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810024409/info"&gt;Crank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810024409/info"&gt; 2&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808665084/info"&gt;X-men: Wolverine&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809752801/info"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809951159/info"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 22:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810025211/info"&gt;Terminator 4&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810028001/info"&gt;Night at the Museum 2&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810014785/info"&gt;up&lt;/a&gt; -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809953162/info"&gt;Land of the Lost&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810003158/info"&gt;The Taking of Pelham 123&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809943432/info"&gt;Transformers 2&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810004564/info"&gt;Ice Age&lt;/a&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810021973/info"&gt;Public Enemies&lt;/a&gt;-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809791044/info"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;- its about damn time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 31:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810041785/info"&gt;Funny People&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809993532/info"&gt;G.I.Joe&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808412037/info"&gt;Where the wild things are&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808461950/info"&gt;Astroboy&lt;/a&gt;-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=21756"&gt;Disney's Christmas Carol&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810007466/info"&gt;Wolfman&lt;/a&gt; -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810045845/info"&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/a&gt; -2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 18:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809804784/info"&gt;Avatar&lt;/a&gt; -3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course looking ahead to the future for more great shows-&lt;br /&gt;2010:&lt;br /&gt;X-Men-Magnito&lt;br /&gt;The Smurfs&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter pt.1&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 4&lt;br /&gt;The A-Team&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;The Green Hornet&lt;br /&gt;Thor&lt;br /&gt;Hoodwinked 2&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;How to train your Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011:&lt;br /&gt;Captain America&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter pt.2&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit pt.1&lt;br /&gt;The Avengers&lt;br /&gt;Cars 2&lt;br /&gt;Spider-Man 4&lt;br /&gt;Kung-Fu Panda 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012:&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit pt.2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2627511245677153881?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2627511245677153881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2627511245677153881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2627511245677153881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2627511245677153881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2009/01/jims-movie-watching-schedule-2009.html' title='Jim&apos;s Movie Watching Schedule - 2009!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8033652180920536024</id><published>2008-12-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:39:47.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Self!</title><content type='html'>So I went to work today just like any usual day.  Its just that this day was special.  It was a work day for me, but not everyone else in the office.  Just me, lynn, and the Boss.  They offered to take me to lunch (there was no 'special' reason, they were going just cause they could) but I couldn't join them cause I brought my lunch.  I had spaghetti from 2 weeks ago, and yes, it was still good.  I worked only until 5 or so when the bosses told me we were done for the day.  So I left.  It was nice leaving earlier than usual, when there was still light in the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home it was indeed dark, but you'll never guess who I ran into there, yup, it was that Cheryl girl.  I admit, I was bored and hungry but Cheryl graciously announced that she'd let me take somewhere to get food.  We went to C&amp;O Tattoria.  It was good.  I got the usual, oily-shrimp-artichoke-noodles.  There weren't as many luscious buttery bread balls as normal either, so in a true Jeff fashion I loudly complained about it to someone passing by who tried to help me with the situation. Since I was celebrating this day, we also got dessert.  Whatever it was, it was recomended by the waitress.  Cheryl seemed eager to taste it, so I got two of them.  Whatever they were I should have only gotten 1.  It didn't taste like chocolate(cardboard), it didn't feel like cream inside(paste), and it didn't look like it taste that bad(very plain).  But I was mistaken.  It wasn't the ideal birthday dessert, but it had to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and I treated myself to an evening of video games.  It was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8033652180920536024?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8033652180920536024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8033652180920536024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8033652180920536024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8033652180920536024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-self.html' title='Happy Birthday Self!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8223208900629344855</id><published>2008-12-19T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:24:20.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SUwPiIIvFJI/AAAAAAAABjc/4y8mDygsyzM/s1600-h/Santa+card+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SUwPiIIvFJI/AAAAAAAABjc/4y8mDygsyzM/s320/Santa+card+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281613541972841618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Christmas Card to you all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside it says "Merry Christmas to y'all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I signed it in my most beautiful signature possible:&lt;br /&gt;"Jim C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get the actual copy, please take this as a replacement, and blame the postman for not delivering it to you personally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SUwPifTIpyI/AAAAAAAABjk/on-57qCB2jo/s1600-h/Santa+Card+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SUwPifTIpyI/AAAAAAAABjk/on-57qCB2jo/s320/Santa+Card+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281613548190476066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8223208900629344855?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8223208900629344855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8223208900629344855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8223208900629344855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8223208900629344855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SUwPiIIvFJI/AAAAAAAABjc/4y8mDygsyzM/s72-c/Santa+card+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8682775668436336318</id><published>2008-12-19T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:53:10.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trisha's Annual Cookie Party!</title><content type='html'>So after weeks of negotiations with Trisha's people, we finally settled on a time for the Christmas Cookie Party.  In the days leading up to this event, I spent hours of preparation, scheduling, and planning out every detail possible to make it a completely fabulous event.  After work on Wednesday I hurried home to find Cheryl baking away.  She made two full tubs of splendidly plain sugar cookies (ready for decoration), AND a large plate of Peppermint Brownies!  It took all my willpower to not take a bite out of them before she was finished frosting them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as I was preparing to leave work, I got a voice mail from Josh, saying that they were planning to go out to eat before the long awaited Cookie Party.  THEN on the way home from work I got a call from Jeff, seeing if I had received Josh's message.  5 minutes later, while still on the way home, I got a call from Josh, seeing if I had gotten his first message.  I figured if they were that excited for me to attend, I better attend, otherwise I'd never hear the end of it.  And I wanted to support them in their party planning endeavors.  We went to some Mexican Place down by where Jeff works.  It was OK, and I might one day think of going there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8682775668436336318?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8682775668436336318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8682775668436336318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8682775668436336318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8682775668436336318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/12/trishas-annual-cookie-party.html' title='Trisha&apos;s Annual Cookie Party!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-7297860363226611480</id><published>2008-12-05T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:13:32.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays are Upon us!</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays my dear Blog Readers!  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It was cold in Utah.  I don't like the cold that much.  But I had to go because my (bratty) little sister had just come home off her mission the very day before Thanksgiving.  So it was a big family event, n' stuff.  It was Fun.  I got to hang out with all my family.  Its been a while since we'd done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little disappointed that my mom failed to bake freshly made Chocolate Chip Cookies for my arrival.  I had specifically requested them be ready, no more than 20 minutes before my arrival.  Apparently she got carried away making all other Thanksgiving feast items for the next day, so I let that one slide.  We had arrived, after all, the day before the big day of feasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny note, because everyone was staying with my parents, so they were tight on space, luckily they had two extra mattresses in the basement.  I don't know the proper term for the size, but they were 3'x 6', single person size, and since every other room was taken, they put me and Cheryl in the same room. I didn't mind cause her snoring doesn't bother me, and I know that I'm a peaceful sound sleeper.  It was funny that they had decorated our old 'computer' room to resemble Ward &amp;amp; June Cleaver's house.  (You know, from 'Leave It To Beaver'.  One of the dumbest shows ever created- to show etiquette and manners n such.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had just returned off a mission from New York, so she was there, and super hyper.  Apparently she had sent a box home at least once a month full of clothes, extra bars of soap, shampoo, and many toys, and then even more clothes.  (I wonder where she got the money for all that dad?  I wasn't allowed to send stuff home.  I wonder why she was...)  Joe and I started making fun of all her weird 'New York' clothes and she got all annoyed, then went crying to dad to try to get him to stop, but it was late, so luckily for us he was in bed.  She sent a Lot of stuff home that she didn't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up late on Thanksgiving Thursday, only to have the urge to eat Pancakes, so I made some for myself, and then when everyone else saw what I was doing, they remembered how glorious they are, so they all wanted some too.  My tummy liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our typical Feast didn't start until a bit later because my little brother Was going to come, but then opted out cause he already promised his in-laws they'd go there.  So our family was going to wait for him to come over, but then he realized that he was going to binge once that day, and didn't want to do it twice, so he just backed out.  And he didn't tell my family that until later in the day.  AND my mom misjudged the cooking time on the turkey.  Instead of cooking for 90 min, like my mom had thought, it really needed to be cooked for 150 minutes.  But after all the food was on the table, we quickly dug in and continued eating until we were all over-full.  It was good.  I was so full that I didn't even have room to gorge myself on my favorite Pecan Pie.  But I did have enough room to continually sample chocolate covered nuts all day and most of the night until I did work up enough free room in my stomach to eat many slices of pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was just as full of exciting events.  We got up pretty early (10:30am) and went to paint pottery at the local Color Me Mine store.  It has become a family tradition for us in the last few years.  It all started with me and my brothers wanting to 'Out-do' the girls, so instead of flowers and 'cute' things, we all did German Polka bands, Godzilla vs. Mothra, and then Greek Minotaurs chopping heads off.  And every year the fun escalates from there.  For some reason I've taken the longest every time we go.  I don't know why; maybe I'm slower than them at it, but maybe good designs take longer.  I've definitely crowned myself champion of the plate designs every year that I've done it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning we went shooting.  It was warmer than it is to go shooting in Boise, thats for sure.  Its usually freezing cold in Boise, but here its only Cold.  Its another family tradition to go shooting guns on Thanksgiving weekend.  Its our way of honoring the 2nd Amendment to the Constitution I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma came to visit.  &lt;br /&gt;We watched football on TV.&lt;br /&gt;My sister spoke in Church.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we came home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjimcunliffe%2Falbumid%2F5274938414297554529%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="600" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8448682497138157465?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8448682497138157465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8448682497138157465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8448682497138157465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8448682497138157465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-again.html' title='Thanksgiving again'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3889165878332527488</id><published>2008-11-03T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:53:39.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Proposition 8'</title><content type='html'>Only in California...  Or should I say, Only in LA and San Fran (it seems).  I'm sure I don't need to convince any of you reading this, but I still have something to say about it.  People are being so ridiculous about it.  They are acting like its a civil rights movement for crying out loud.  Well, its NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Prop 8  passes, Nothing changes! If it doesn't pass, then the way I practice religion will come into question (government scrutiny more like).  Government WILL encroach upon how I practice my religion as well as any 'traditional' religion.  My church will be sued because of the beliefs that I've had since the beginning of Time.  The clergy could then be sued for preaching from the Bible even.  And I don't like that idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't pass, then this state created institution will have to be defended by the state.   And that is where all the weird stupid laws come into play which will complicate everyone's lives, especially more costs to all government offices (because of twice as much paper work for example), and I am not a fan of more laws.  More laws seem like more paper to waist, which means more taxes for me, which means more headache for me, and I'll eventually get more parking and speeding tickets, which I Don't want!&lt;br /&gt;And next, kids will be forced to hear about how your parent should be gay, and parents won't be able to control it (at the school level that is).   Now there's tons of horror stories about how the state will pretty much indoctrinate the kids out there, and all those who oppose (mostly on tv) say that its NOT about kids, its about 'me' (speaking of themselves).  They are all thinking only of themselves, and not the future of kids minds; lets face it when taught about that stuff that early, it 'changes' people, and could mess horribly with kids thinking.  When kids are taught the 'right' thing at home, then the parents have power.  But with every gay lesson the school has, it is an attempt to undermine the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link that I saw that was interesting, and described it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.protectmarriage.com/ballot/"&gt;http://www.protectmarriage.com/ballot/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.  Its just my ranting opinion for now.  No need to hate me for it (I don't think).  Beth already told me that people are out to get me because I have an opinion on it, and that I should 'watch out'.  But whatever.  Its just 1 opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3889165878332527488?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3889165878332527488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3889165878332527488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3889165878332527488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3889165878332527488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-yes-on-prop-8.html' title='&apos;Proposition 8&apos;'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6320741964151585900</id><published>2008-10-29T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:14:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Quote of the Year</title><content type='html'>I honestly thought there would only be one quote of the year, but I was proven wrong last night....&lt;br /&gt;[I was leaving the apartment to go running.  Cheryl was just walking up the hallway]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Hi, are you leaving right now? Oh, can I borrow your credit Card?  I have to run to the store in a minute."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6320741964151585900?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6320741964151585900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6320741964151585900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6320741964151585900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6320741964151585900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-quote-of-year.html' title='Second Quote of the Year'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8338780161913805685</id><published>2008-10-29T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:06:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day - aka Party of the Century</title><content type='html'>So I wake up, and immediately need pancakes.  Jeff didn't have the 'ingredients' for the best mix ever, so I decided to run over to Pelham and get my mix.  On the way there I ran into the girl who does my hair, so I decided to get her to fix my hair up; cause after all, I was on my way to the party of the century later on today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Veteran for Pancakes.  I made some, which were most excellent, and then Jeff made some, which I didn't exactly try, but I can not vouch for their quality.  I can say that they were thicker than I've ever seen before, and I really think he was going for some sort of record with their size, and thickness.  It was so 'Odd' when they weren't done cooking when he wanted them to be.  They were so thick that when he forked into one batter came oozing out of the center just like a jelly donut.  It was pretty odd.  But hey, I'm happy that he loved it.  Joe and Tiffany came over too for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit later my brother Joe decided that one shower wasn't enough on the day of a party, so he started harassing me about taking another one.  I assured him that 1 was enough per day, but then Jeff and Josh decided to start harassing me.  So I was pretty much forced into bathing again.  Which was annoying.  Especially cause Josh was itching to try out some of his Submission holds on me if I resisted any longer than I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day Cheryl met up at the temple with a few friends.  it was nice.  We got 'hitched'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When leaving the temple we were surprised to see all the people outside waiting for us.  It was all our families, and many wonderful friends.  It was nice to see them all together.  There was even a lady there taking pictures of us.  She did great.  You can see her stuff at &lt;a href="http://ryelphotoblog.com/"&gt;http://ryelphotoblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  (She has some pictures of us up, and our pies!)  After a short group photo session, our friends and families parted and went to finish setting up at the Stake Center.  We then finished our 1-on-1 photo session with Ryel.  She marched us all over the temple grounds.  It was nice cause she allowed me some 'artistic expression' on some of the shots.  It thus captured the essence of the photo shoot.  When walking up the  front stairs of the Temple, Cheryl accidentially tripped over her long flowing dress, and ripped some of the front flowing dress part, from the snug torso part.  In a panic I was sent inside and I asked for safety pins.  After a long wait, the guys there found 2 pins for me, so I raced back out to the photo shoot.  We mended the dress as best we could given No supplies and little time. but we made due with covering the slight rip with a beautifully plump bouquet of flowers, or the long sassy brown sash.  While on the lawn, many cars on the street would honk at us, acknowledging that we were indeed the coolest people ever.  I wanted to show my thanks, so I would wave to everyone that would honk at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we drove right over to the Stake center to assist in what we could.  Our photo shoot took longer than we exptected (partly due to dress-rippage), but when we got there, it looked spectacular.  It was just like walking into... Disneyland; except no weirdo's, less Disney paraphinalia, and we wern't selling crap, and no rides;  but there were still kids everywhere.  In the last two hours our families and friends had worked their magic to fix everything up, and in working order too!  The lights were glowing sublimly. The lanterns were also lit, which was an added bonus, cause we didn't think they worked.   The tables were all set and adorned with the Damask runners that Cheryl had made, crowned with beautiful fluffy autumnn colored flower arrangements that Trisha had assembled.  Right as you entered the courtyard, you would come across the Sign-In table, and the Pie Table.  Both looked very attractive.  At the sign in table there was a huge bowl of hershy's miniture chocolates, re-wrapped with our own design, names, and the date on it.  They were there to 'tide' you over until you made it to the actual food tables.  Then the photo book that we made was there, filled with all the wonderful pictures that Tiffany had taken from our Engagement Photo session.  There was plenty of blank area for everyone to sign in, along with our Martha Stewart Scrapbooking Pens for people to write with.  Across the way was the Pie table, with heaping mounds of Pies on it.  Oh the smell was wonderful, and the look of it was fantastic!  Everybody was impressed.  From there you would enter the more open courtyard area.  The corner of the courtyard acted as  a pedistal to the rest of the courtyard, so that is where Cheryl and I stood to greet people.  It was spacious enough to contain many people so it wasn't uncomfortable standing there greeting everyone who came to our party.  As you entered, you enjoyed the field of decorated tables, along with the beautiful atmosphere.  Off to the right, in the back, was the heaping tables of Food and punch and water(I spilled quite a bit of punch for some reason.  It was a little to slippery for my fingers I guess).  It was delicious, and plentifyl, and was prepaired by Trisha's friend Linda.  (Danny at work verified that Linda is a great cook, and good at doing weddings, and brings plenty of food, and boy was he right.) And again in the middle of the food table was a mountainous explosion of flowers in  an arrangement.  I'm really glad that Cheryl and I took the time to sit and eat some of the wonderful food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course in the background, with the combined efforts:  Britt &amp;amp; Steve put together a wonderful music Play-list for the occasion, and Jeff supplied the sound system, speakers, cables and all that technical stuff.  He had some pretty good equipment, and they all came through for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, of course, were done by none other than Trisha, and they were gorgeous.  I want to first say that when we were talking about flowers weeks before Our Big Party, my only requirements for my flower on my suit, was that it had to me Manly, and it had to scream 'I am tough and I won't take your crap', and it also had to have a sensitive side so that when Cheryl looked at it, she would see the sensitivity and softness, and beauty of it.  And i also told her that it couldn't be 'cute', by anyones standards.  And she did a fine job.  I don't remember what kind of flower it was, but it didn't seem traditional, it did seem manly, and it fulfilled my requirments!  It was great.  It did however take three women to pin it on me becuase it was so 'tough'  (ha ha ha, yes that was a play on words.)  All the tables were centered with wonderful blossoming center pieces  that Trisha and her shop did.  I hope that someone took lots of pictures of them cause they were fabulous, and I definitely want to see them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to everyone to helped us in every whay with our Big Day. &lt;br /&gt;And thanks for coming, if you were able to make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8338780161913805685?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8338780161913805685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8338780161913805685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8338780161913805685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8338780161913805685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-day-aka-party-of-century.html' title='Wedding Day - aka Party of the Century'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8611806642530612747</id><published>2008-10-22T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:47:42.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party-Prep for the Party of the Century</title><content type='html'>On Thursday (the 9th) both my parents and Cheryl's parents came into town.  To celebrate their meeting, we (I) decided that we all should go to BJ's, and that they should all partake of my most favorite BBQ Chicken Pizza, followed by the ever so scrumptious Pazookie.  After that my parents left, and I stayed to help make cute little apple pies.  We were making so many that we ran out of ingredients, so I ran to the store to fetch more.  Unlucky for me, my car was still over at the temple apartments from when I picked the parents up, so I had to get 'exercise'! ugh.  Making apple pies was fun, and laborsome.  I think almost everyone working with them cut their fingers somehow.  Cheryl was washing stuff and a knife jumped up and bit her finger pretty good (unfortunately, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took last Friday off in order to prepare for 'the Party of the Century'.  Lots of family was coming to town, and I had to help them coordinate the with the 'Set-Up' efforts.  We had our day all mapped out, but nothing seemed to fit just right into our pre-suggested schedule, that we wanted it to fit into. &lt;br /&gt;I had lots of running around to do, things to buy, stuff to pick up, and so on.  I'd stop by Pelham to drop stuff off now and then.  Around noon when I stopped there I was greeted by what seemed like a herd of kids all racing round the apartment.  I froze as I entered, to analyze the situation.  For a moment I thought that we were under invasion by an adorable little-person army.  My fright only lasted a few moments until about 3 of them all started yelling 'Uncle Jim' all at the same time.  I wanted to question each of them, as to how they knew me, but my schedule didn't allow for that.  Luckily Cheryl explained.  Cheryl's sisters and parents were hard at work making the coolest little pies ever (part of our party favors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, as all our families were assembling, we planned to all meet at the Stake Center.  Unfortunately I hadn't planned on the building being locked!  I didn't plan on that at all.  So a lot of us had to practice our patience for a while, while some of the smaller children started roaming randomly around the neighborhood.  Fortunately my mom called me with an address of a member of the stake presidency, so Cheryl and I ran over to his house to plead our case, and ask for a key.  So then the set-up procedure began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we finished setting up, we all marched over to El Cholo for dinner.  It was a big sigh of relief knowing that the big and heavy, and timely parts of the set-up were  done with.  So I could then feast in peace.  And boy was it good.  I don't remember much of it, only that I didn't get enough refills, and I wanted ice cream afterwords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8611806642530612747?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8611806642530612747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8611806642530612747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8611806642530612747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8611806642530612747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/10/party-of-century.html' title='Party-Prep for the Party of the Century'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-670992261939731780</id><published>2008-10-22T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:36:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of theYear</title><content type='html'>"I don't need a wallet, I have a husband"&lt;br /&gt;-Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-670992261939731780?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/670992261939731780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=670992261939731780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/670992261939731780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/670992261939731780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-theyear.html' title='Quote of theYear'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1692336332350912520</id><published>2008-10-08T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:48:02.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My days are numbered</title><content type='html'>72 some-odd hours away, till the big day/party of the century. &lt;br /&gt;Man, I really need a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1692336332350912520?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1692336332350912520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1692336332350912520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1692336332350912520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1692336332350912520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-days-are-numbered.html' title='My days are numbered'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8159299370511501758</id><published>2008-09-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:25:49.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 2 weeks til the Big Day!</title><content type='html'>If there is anything that you can never escape, its Time.  Its closing in on me non-stop.  Its like one of those 'boobie-traped' rooms where the walls continually close in on you (Don't tell Cheryl I said that).  There's only 11 days left to the Big Day , from today.  I keep forgeting that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time, and so much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8159299370511501758?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8159299370511501758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8159299370511501758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8159299370511501758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8159299370511501758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/09/less-than-2-weeks-til-big-day.html' title='Less than 2 weeks til the Big Day!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3168160426702982956</id><published>2008-09-11T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:18:53.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month and counting!</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends.  1 Month till Jim's Big Day.  My bags are [semi] packed, and I'm [almost] ready to go.  The past  few months have been pretty intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a cute little Palace over on Pelham.  Its a 1 bedroom dream-shack, in a 10 unit building.  The rest of our neighbors are Asian students, so its going to be nice and quiet around the Palace.  Cheryl's all moved in, as she ditched her old place, and I'm beginning my Eastborne Exodus and trying to integrate My treasures where she'll let me:)   We even went furniture shopping last weekend to round out the place, and to bring it up to a minimum cuteness level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my design skills to use by designing the invitations 'packages'.  It was just like being back in school for a few hours (which was enough).  Our pictures are spectacular.  My brother Joe and Tiffany came down last month to take our engagement pictures.  It took a week to narrow the list down, then I sent our final 37 pics off for Post-production; again, thanks to my other brother Dave for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Food has been taken care of.  The Photos have been arranged.  Now all we need to do is arrange the setting up and taking down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week I've been suffering from a cold, which I so generously shared with Ms. Cheryl. (oops, sorry about that. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3168160426702982956?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3168160426702982956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3168160426702982956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3168160426702982956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3168160426702982956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-month-and-counting.html' title='1 month and counting!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-854520091511172718</id><published>2008-07-25T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:04:01.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim's Big Day!</title><content type='html'>So, here is how it happened:&lt;br /&gt;Many weeks ago I started wondering if it was time to talk to 'That Cheryl Girl' about 'The M-Word'. It wasn't a matter if I thought it was right, It was only a matter if She would agree with me. Seriously how bad would that suck if I tried to surprise her and the answer was 'uh... I don't know'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a week or two after that (and only a few weeks back from now) we were hanging out at her place; I think it was July 4th now that I think about it. But there were many things leading up to this of course, but while watching TV together in the last two weeks in particular there were many references to Marriage, Rings, Engagements, Honeymoons and things of that nature. I didn't mind hearing those words at that time so I didn't think anything about it, BUT right after I heard those words on the television I swear that I could hear the gears turning in her head (and the room got even more silent and tense). So that made me think, "well if she hears those words and then the gears turn in her head, maybe my gears should be turning in my head when I hear those words too". So I started to think about it more, until eventually I started telling myself that I needed to work up the courage to talk about those sorts of 'things' with her. And eventually by... July 4th I believe, I finally was giddy enough to bring it up. But only after she kept prying with questions as to why I was giggling so much. I think I started with something like this: "So Cheryl, how's it going". "Oh, thats good". "So in general, what do you think about...Marriage?". "Do you like weddings, n' stuff like that?". Each question was separated by at least 1 full minute of giggling at least. But the hard part for me was how she refused to answer me directly! No, I'm not kidding at all. Its like she was trying to get me to speak in complete sentences or something! And because I was flustered, I would giggle more, cause it was kind of funny. So I finally came out and asked if she liked me enough to think about marring me. So she's like; "Sure, sounds good". So then I in a super nervous way am like, "uh, thats a Yes, right?" And she responded in the affirmative, then shook hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we decided not to tell all of you until I made it official with a ring. (Sorry, I'm just secretive like that). So on Saturday July 12th we arranged to go to Downtown LA to the Jewelry District and go Ring shopping. It was pretty overwhelming. So many stores, and so many options, and every vendor is convinced that I'd only be able to find the best designs, and best deals in their shop. After shop-hopping all day we had only found three possible options. So we sat in the shade, discussed the options, then I think I slowly convinced her that there was only One option available (I only fell in love with one of them [but was still open to her ideas]). So we decided and went with ring that we both had liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On July 15th Cheryl reminded me that I still needed to talk to her Dad.  I apparently completly forgot about that sort of thing, so I told her that I would prepare my speach for the next night, Wednesday the 16th.  So on Wednesday night Cheryl called and got her dad on the phone, then told him that 'there's someone here that wants to talk to you'.  And that someone was ME.  So I formally asked his permission, and he agreed to it.  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days later, Wednesday July 23rd, the ring was ready to be picked up. But not really. First off we chose which cut of Diamond we wanted (because we couldn't decided at the store, they offered to show us two different cuts, then we could choose) then after realizing that it was very difficult to take the ring off her finger, we had them resize the ring to fit her finger without choking it. But that just meant we had to wait another day to actually get the ring. Luckily I called the Jeweler and asked of its status, so I was warned of this delay so I stopped by the store and purchased a few Ring-Pop's to take the real one's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in anticipating the ring being finished on that Wednesday, I had made arrangements at the restaurant at the top of the Bonaventure hotel, at their New York Steakhouse called 'L.A. Prime'. Its super fancy, and it's on the 35th floor. Its a circular building with the elevators on the outside of the building! (Which means I almost fainted when I glanced out the windows. Going up wasn't that bad with a bunch of people, but oh the way down, when the doors opened, and you looked out and saw that we were 35 floors up, It was hard to get on the elevator and I wanted to ask where the stairs were. But I decided that I needed to brave my fears, so I got on, and just stuck my nose into the doors, and held as tight to the handrail as I could.) But anyway, it was a really cool place to go. They put us in a booth that had a great view up toward the north and the hills and Dodger Stadium. I was impressed with the amount of people they had working there too. There was at least 2-3 servers for every guest! My water was never more than half empty, and the managers kept stopping by to make sure we liked it there too. Mark, the waiter, was very nice. He brought us weird 'fancy' snacks of Eggplant topped with raw tuna flown in from Mexico that morning, again topped with succulent chunks of non-salmonella tomatoes, and crisp green Watercress sprinkled over the top, all baked together lightly with a radiant Parmesan cheese. Cheryl made me try part of one, and it wasn't that bad (cause I couldn't taste the fish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ordered I found the time to talk with her, and eventually 'Popped the Question'. And YES, it was very 'romantic'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the food came we were even more in awe. The Menu was clipped into a metal binder to tell you the seriousness of the food there. They rolled it out on a wheeled-waiter, and as it pulled up to our table it was like the Harry Potter train pulling into Hogwarts. I got the Endangered Australian Lobster which was flown in that morning. It was amazing. I don't have lobster that often, but this was very enjoyable to eat. They also gave me a gravy-boat full of butter sauce to douse it in. We also got side dishes of Potato au graten, and Sweet Creamed corn. They were also very delectable. So much so that I had four helpings. Cheryl got the Fillet Mignon. I had never actually seen it before, only mis-pronounced the name of it, but it was tremendously good too. I sampled a small very pink slice if it, with her permission of course, and it was almost like a meat flavored bread. If all steak was like that I might like steak. The only sad part of the evening was the fact that we didn't have room for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and started calling people. I think I called my whole family and three other people in the same amount of time that she called two. I'm not saying I'm better, I'm just saying that if you want more 'details' you'll want to talk to her, cause I'm not always into that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In calling family and friends, it was funny cause most people I told didn't believe me. Its just how I act when I ate a 14 pound lobster, and have barley survived an ultra hot day in a Tie no less. Jessica did scream the loudest. Jeff was the most skeptical, and Kami was the most nonchalant (not in a bad way). Tiffany's response was the most formal, and Joe showed the most 'concern'. But I must say that I thought Kristen's response was the most enjoyable to me, cause as soon as I told her she dropped the box and backpack in her hands, donned her new cowboy hat, and started dancing around in the street, then said 'its about damn time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, in a nutshell, the True story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-854520091511172718?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/854520091511172718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=854520091511172718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/854520091511172718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/854520091511172718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/07/jims-big-day.html' title='Jim&apos;s Big Day!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3695623292554304308</id><published>2008-06-16T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:18:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>A few of us went on a road trip to Las Vegas this last weekend. We went for Matt and Gliedy's Vegas Reception, and cause it would be fun. We stayed at the Monte Carlo Casino-Resort. We walked around, took pictures, hung out at the pool, and ate at buffets. It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buffet's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnKSvAZqI/AAAAAAAABCo/I722ZfcCT4o/s1600-h/IMG_4474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnKSvAZqI/AAAAAAAABCo/I722ZfcCT4o/s320/IMG_4474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212607782741632674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnLXJFK0I/AAAAAAAABCw/1UqMzAVUpdM/s1600-h/IMG_4490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnLXJFK0I/AAAAAAAABCw/1UqMzAVUpdM/s320/IMG_4490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212607801104608066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnMVd_6hI/AAAAAAAABC4/pIfXfI_mIS0/s1600-h/IMG_4477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnMVd_6hI/AAAAAAAABC4/pIfXfI_mIS0/s320/IMG_4477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212607817835342354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnMwrR7RI/AAAAAAAABDA/IjBEwYu_vqk/s1600-h/IMG_4476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnMwrR7RI/AAAAAAAABDA/IjBEwYu_vqk/s320/IMG_4476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212607825138806034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnNcfIy1I/AAAAAAAABDI/F8AGzx4ixj4/s1600-h/IMG_4481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnNcfIy1I/AAAAAAAABDI/F8AGzx4ixj4/s320/IMG_4481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212607836899035986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbqcrVIrVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/PR8Ohpk5qrc/s1600-h/IMG_4500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbqcrVIrVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/PR8Ohpk5qrc/s320/IMG_4500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212611397116538194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbqdH7wI6I/AAAAAAAABDY/kYFWD35nZJQ/s1600-h/IMG_4478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbqdH7wI6I/AAAAAAAABDY/kYFWD35nZJQ/s320/IMG_4478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212611404794700706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbqd8AcSFI/AAAAAAAABDg/sk32ABt5Cv4/s1600-h/IMG_4486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbqd8AcSFI/AAAAAAAABDg/sk32ABt5Cv4/s320/IMG_4486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212611418773014610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjimcunliffe%2Falbumid%2F5212567925987736913%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3695623292554304308?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3695623292554304308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3695623292554304308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3695623292554304308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3695623292554304308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SFbnKSvAZqI/AAAAAAAABCo/I722ZfcCT4o/s72-c/IMG_4474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6859602933645889475</id><published>2008-06-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:37:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES on Eminent Domain!</title><content type='html'>Just a little Political Rant:&lt;br /&gt;Some of the 'uninformed' people on 'wardstuff' were trying to tell me who to vote for.  They were trying to argue about 'Eminent Domain'.  Oh how foolish they were.  Do you know what Eminent Domain is?  In a nutshell, its the power the government has to take land Under Drastic Circumstances.  This is a benefit to the city, because a lovely/desirable neighborhood raises value.  A higher value means higher sale prices (taxes), and higher sales taxes (and more taxes).  Taxes, in case you were wondering, is Income to the City.  Why do you think so many people want to live in Beverly Hills?  Its because the city has strict guidelines as to what can be built, where, and every city council has a Design Review Board to approve or dismiss the look of EVERY building that goes up in their city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme Court case of '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelo_v._New_London"&gt;Kelo vs. New London&lt;/a&gt;' was the last major case to highlight the use of Eminent Domain.  The city of New London condemned a bunch of land, studied possible outcomes for 5 years, per city rules.  Then when the city told the people to finally move out, they threw a fit.  The whole court case WASN'T about the Gov. simply taking land from owners, it was about the Supreme Court upholding the guidelines/rules/laws that the city put in place to protect itself, and it followed through with!  Why can't the media say that?  Its should be so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start this argument by saying that I worked for the city of LA, in the &lt;a href="http://www.crala.org/"&gt;Community Redevelopment Agency&lt;/a&gt; for a summer.  The government needs such a tool to protect itself from retards who don't keep up their land/business/house, etc!  The case which made this popular was in London, RI.  The city did a 5 year study proving that 1 neighborhood was causing problems.  Then at the end of the 5th year they paid the people to leave.  1 old lady and some Korean dude didn't want to leave after all, and must not have noticed any of the research, or letters, or notices, over those 5 years, cause then they didn't want to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you want crappy neighbors?  Do you want to live next to Crack-houses?  Or how about people who don't do anything to take care of their yards or buildings?  Do you want to live next to the mysterious haunted house?  He has the right to do that, right? WRONG!  Cities are allowed to enforce their codes FOR MY PROTECTION too!  I have a right according to the constitution to 'Life, Liberty, and Property'.  So why are people voting to reject the city, (who we all pay taxes to, so they can make my city a more livable place), from keeping my city a nice livable place?!  Cities have fewer and fewer tools these days to combat vagrant home/business owners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This eminent domain is indeed extreme, but its a valid option.  They don't simply take it away.  They have 3 or 4 different appraisers look at the property, and the city pays the average fair value price!  Then they pay for moving expenses, and if you're friendly, they even give you other moving bonuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard it is to evict a Deadbeat tenant?  It usually takes a landlord no shorter than 90 days to evict someone.  And thats already after they've missed at least 2-3 months rent.  (for my landlord, in my apartment, that would be at least $10,800!)  But who is going to 'evict' the property owner?  Thats right, the city.  They have strict rules and guidelines, just like we do.  So as long as they follow their rules, it all works out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to live in the slums?  Slums don't bring the city any money.  The nicer a neighborhood is, the more people want to live there.  Cities want nice neighborhoods.  When people want to live there, land value goes up.  As that happens, the amount of taxes increases. Cities need tax money to pay for newer nicer stuff.  The city wants nicer/newer stuff so more people live  and shop there.  Its a chicken/egg situation,  and its just how cities work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't try to tell me how to vote you foolish Wardstuffers! You should inform yourselves to the REAL issues, not the ones the Media tells you to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(feel free to comment on this but please realize (evan and/or danny) no matter how much you try to argue against me, you won't change my mind. Thanks.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6859602933645889475?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6859602933645889475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6859602933645889475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6859602933645889475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6859602933645889475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-on-eminent-domain.html' title='YES on Eminent Domain!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-242979557083201034</id><published>2008-05-22T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:25:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtytL2L4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/8cj8yWravWA/s1600-h/IMG_3985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtytL2L4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/8cj8yWravWA/s320/IMG_3985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203256031130824578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front of Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtzNL2L5I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ZLFqh7k4Tr8/s1600-h/IMG_3987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtzNL2L5I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ZLFqh7k4Tr8/s320/IMG_3987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203256039720759186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back of Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtzdL2L6I/AAAAAAAAA84/yevLZRL3hQE/s1600-h/IMG_3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtzdL2L6I/AAAAAAAAA84/yevLZRL3hQE/s320/IMG_3961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203256044015726498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From across the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtz9L2L7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/DyD2HLowZzE/s1600-h/IMG_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtz9L2L7I/AAAAAAAAA9A/DyD2HLowZzE/s320/IMG_2799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203256052605661106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Collins and Tor Jamming in their spare time after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time (1 1/2 years) my office finally got our own signage put up.  So now as you walk by, it will say more than just 'Architects' (which was part of the last office's sign).  Now I can describe it with more than 'the white building by Diddy Reese'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-242979557083201034?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/242979557083201034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=242979557083201034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/242979557083201034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/242979557083201034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/05/office-identity.html' title='Office Identity'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SDWtytL2L4I/AAAAAAAAA8o/8cj8yWravWA/s72-c/IMG_3985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1084571628967933792</id><published>2008-05-05T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:08:28.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time-  Revisited</title><content type='html'>Yes yes, I know what you're all thinking: 'What is Jim going to watch at the Movie Theater this summer'?  Well, let me make it easy for you (I've also ranked each movie into a viewabity catagorie where 1=Won't Miss, 2= I'll see it if I get the chance and feel like it at the time, then 3= I'm interested, so maybe it it plays at the FOX Studios) :&lt;br /&gt;- Semi-Pro (I'll have to catch on video)&lt;br /&gt;- Run Fatboy Run (I'll have to catch on video)&lt;br /&gt;- Superhero Movie (I'll have to catch on video)&lt;br /&gt;2 Forbidden Kingdom (Current)&lt;br /&gt;1 Iron Man (April 30) (awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;2 Speed Racer (May 9)&lt;br /&gt;1 The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (May 16)&lt;br /&gt;1 Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (May 22)&lt;br /&gt;2 You don't mess with the Zohan (June 6)&lt;br /&gt;1 The Incredible Hulk (June 13)&lt;br /&gt;1 Get Smart (June 20)&lt;br /&gt;3 The Love Guru (June 20)&lt;br /&gt;1 Wall-E (June 27)&lt;br /&gt;3 Hancock (July 2)&lt;br /&gt;2 Hellboy II: The Golden Army (July 11)&lt;br /&gt;2 The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (July 11)&lt;br /&gt;1 The Dark Knight (July 18)&lt;br /&gt;1 Step Brothers (July 25)&lt;br /&gt;2 The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (Aug 1)&lt;br /&gt;3 Tropic Thunder (Aug 15)&lt;br /&gt;1 Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (November 21)&lt;br /&gt;2 Punisher: War Zone (December 5)&lt;br /&gt;2 Star Trek (December- moved to May 8, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;3 Underworld (Jan 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Please note that this list is a work in progress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1084571628967933792?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1084571628967933792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1084571628967933792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1084571628967933792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1084571628967933792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-movie-time.html' title='Movie Time-  Revisited'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-164658537221667961</id><published>2008-03-31T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:44:09.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Painting for Joe and Tiffany</title><content type='html'>I know its long overdue, but I have finally completed the painting that I started for Joe and Tiffany. Getting it to them is going to be a more interesting adventure story, so for starters I'll just try to show you my painting process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL88ZUqkI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cc05MvhiUzE/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL88ZUqkI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cc05MvhiUzE/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078525200902722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 1. 11-3-7&lt;br /&gt;(I sketched this maybe a year ago, this is just when I photographed it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL9cZUqlI/AAAAAAAAA30/JZfbPRFGpFQ/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL9cZUqlI/AAAAAAAAA30/JZfbPRFGpFQ/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078533790837330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 2. 1-31-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL98ZUqmI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zm2xa_QUseo/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL98ZUqmI/AAAAAAAAA38/Zm2xa_QUseo/s320/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078542380771938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 3. 2-2-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL-cZUqnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/-Pf08_HEeto/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL-cZUqnI/AAAAAAAAA4E/-Pf08_HEeto/s320/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078550970706546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 4. 2-6-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL-sZUqoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9XYr5pKsNiA/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL-sZUqoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/9XYr5pKsNiA/s320/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184078555265673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 5. 2-7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GMssZUqpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9uosQJXAzwI/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GMssZUqpI/AAAAAAAAA4U/9uosQJXAzwI/s320/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079345539656338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 6. 2-8-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GOWsZUqqI/AAAAAAAAA4c/oj7p2Fn1YNg/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GOWsZUqqI/AAAAAAAAA4c/oj7p2Fn1YNg/s320/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184081166605789858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 7. 2-9-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GOXcZUqrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/9OsHNyql1wQ/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GOXcZUqrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/9OsHNyql1wQ/s320/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184081179490691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 8. 2-10-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GOXsZUqsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/O1JDbjNrV6c/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GOXsZUqsI/AAAAAAAAA4s/O1JDbjNrV6c/s320/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184081183785659074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 9. 2-11-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JuOcZUqtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/TIW5TsOSV8Q/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JuOcZUqtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/TIW5TsOSV8Q/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184327315476490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 10. 2-12-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JuPsZUquI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WT9F75x6pm8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JuPsZUquI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WT9F75x6pm8/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184327336951327458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 11. 2-15-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JuQ8ZUqvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/u-ZXn1Ov5wQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JuQ8ZUqvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/u-ZXn1Ov5wQ/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184327358426163954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 12. 2-16-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JwYcZUqwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/jxoiF2-qTkE/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JwYcZUqwI/AAAAAAAAA5k/jxoiF2-qTkE/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184329686298438402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 14. 2-17-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_Jwe8ZUqxI/AAAAAAAAA5s/EBgkgCHbLfE/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_Jwe8ZUqxI/AAAAAAAAA5s/EBgkgCHbLfE/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184329797967588114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 15. 2-18-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JwfcZUqyI/AAAAAAAAA50/h3bA6AgTaJY/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JwfcZUqyI/AAAAAAAAA50/h3bA6AgTaJY/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184329806557522722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 16. 2-20-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_Jx-cZUqzI/AAAAAAAAA58/WfQHkrdLhRo/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_Jx-cZUqzI/AAAAAAAAA58/WfQHkrdLhRo/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184331438645095218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 17. 2-23-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_Jx_sZUq0I/AAAAAAAAA6E/AAYMgBo8xP0/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_Jx_sZUq0I/AAAAAAAAA6E/AAYMgBo8xP0/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184331460119931714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 18. 2-26-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JyAsZUq1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/znknC2rxhLE/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_JyAsZUq1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/znknC2rxhLE/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184331477299800914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 19. 2-27-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J1AMZUq2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/rgoiYXJAjZM/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J1AMZUq2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/rgoiYXJAjZM/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184334767244749666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 20. 2-28-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6usZUq7I/AAAAAAAAA68/mU8h4-aTJ7U/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6usZUq7I/AAAAAAAAA68/mU8h4-aTJ7U/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184341063666805682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 21. 2-29-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6wMZUq8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/vEOcOsexeL0/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6wMZUq8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/vEOcOsexeL0/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184341089436609474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 22. 3-5-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6w8ZUq9I/AAAAAAAAA7M/g_wFJ0B6mq8/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6w8ZUq9I/AAAAAAAAA7M/g_wFJ0B6mq8/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184341102321511378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;step 23. 3-6-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6xcZUq-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/DtPLcr6GP6U/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_J6xcZUq-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/DtPLcr6GP6U/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184341110911445986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final. 3-7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-164658537221667961?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/164658537221667961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=164658537221667961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/164658537221667961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/164658537221667961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/painting-for-joe-and-tiffany.html' title='A Painting for Joe and Tiffany'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_GL88ZUqkI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cc05MvhiUzE/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5598120675030959803</id><published>2008-03-31T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:42:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Californian... Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_CUL8ZUqjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/foF4cHpyBto/s1600-h/My+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183806104015252018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_CUL8ZUqjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/foF4cHpyBto/s320/My+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, look at ME! I'm officially a Californian , cause my licence plates now say so.  Sure it took me a little 'proding' from the local 'friendly' highway partolman.  My car is now registered too! &lt;br /&gt;(I've blurred the exact numbers for protection of the innocent.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5598120675030959803?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5598120675030959803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5598120675030959803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5598120675030959803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5598120675030959803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-californian-again.html' title='Finally a Californian... Again'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R_CUL8ZUqjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/foF4cHpyBto/s72-c/My+Car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4319025177161246968</id><published>2008-03-17T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:11:27.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Blog-a-riffic notice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R9shaBtiqSI/AAAAAAAAA20/cg5Z-5UkWnE/s1600-h/Warning+Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R9shaBtiqSI/AAAAAAAAA20/cg5Z-5UkWnE/s320/Warning+Bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177768927612283170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is changing locations!  I'm moving it to another site, with a more appropriate title,  Starting RIGHT NOW I'm posting ALL my daily adventures to this location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Daily Update resource is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jimsdailyupdate.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jimsdailyupdate.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4319025177161246968?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4319025177161246968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4319025177161246968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4319025177161246968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4319025177161246968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/important-blog-riffic-notice.html' title='Important Blog-a-riffic notice!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R9shaBtiqSI/AAAAAAAAA20/cg5Z-5UkWnE/s72-c/Warning+Bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5031480942335395226</id><published>2008-03-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:27:18.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update - St. Patrick's Day Edition</title><content type='html'>On Friday night, I was kind of bored so I went over to the 7-11 across Santa Monica for any bit of excitement.  I ran into Cheryl there too who was also looking for an exciting 7-11 visit, what a coincidence!  I casually asked if she wanted to go see a movie.  Half joking, and not expecting an answer, she responded in the affirmative.  So we went to see the 10,000 BC movie.  I though it was alright.  a fellow show viewer put it best when he said upon exiting that it would have been a lot better if it wasn't so cheesy.  But at the beginning of the show, 5 minutes after the previews had started, this couple came in and asked us to move down one seat.  I then turned to Cheryl and asked if she wanted to move down one seat, and she said, "what the hell? no... why did we get here 30 minutes early? just to make room for those retards?"  Then she saw that he was on crutches and reluctantly moved down, but was bitter about it, then therefore didn't really like the movie.  For a second there, I thought that she was going to start throwing popcorn or soda at the people for asking us that.  Oh, and we didn't have any food, so it would have belonged to our the people sitting on the other side of us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a special day, ('and its the day that I got ready for Sun-day').  I got so much done its unbelievable.  First I took care of my tummy with my normal Pancake breakfast.  It was so good.  At first I added a little to much syrup, but I sopped up that mess with round 2, if you know what I mean.  they were smaller than I normally make, but for that, they were just that much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I had to deal with my car registration.  I took all morning searching through my room for my car title that my dad sent me a few months back... I think.  But to no avail.  So at 11am I drove over to the DMV in Santa Monica which is open the third Saturday of every month luckily till noon, and jumped through all their hoops and paid there fines, etc..  I saw Brig there too, which was funny.  But finally after having all the paperwork done, they handed me  my new license plates, and I left at the stroke of noon just as they were locking the doors. I think they even locked all the people behind me inside until Monday.  (on the way out some lady was commenting that 'they must close for lunch', little did she know that they were doing the world a favor by being open for only a few hours on Saturday per month.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Saturday afternoon I had the chance to go to Phil and Jill's wedding reception in Rancho Palos Verdes, at the golf club there overlooking the water.  It was simply amazing.  I'm pretty sure I was invited cause Jill did send an email telling me about a returned invite, and allowing me to bring ( +1).  (I ended up bringing Cheryl as my +1).  The one tough thing about the day was that it was so cold because it was really windy.  When they had the ring ceremony and walked down the aisle, the wind was blowing its strongest, and it was coming right off the ocean.  Which means the wind was coming straight from the north pole in a convection cell like manner.  Kind of rude of Santa Clause to do that to us.  It was fun cause it was very Pink.  and there were pink rose petals everywhere.  Inside for the reception there was also a strong pink/dark purple theme, with accents of red and white.  As a few of us kids found our table, I noticed that we were the furthest table from the bride and groom possible.  I had to laugh cause I figured that a few of us just barley made the cut to make the List.  (Either way, I was thrilled to have been there.)  Or we we were the most trusted guests, cause The Happy Couple thought that we were the least likely to leave early, which also turned out to be true, besides family of course.  I assure you that many more fun things took place that I either can't remember or don't have time to mention, so I'll just leave it at that.  Everyone had a great time, thanks Jill &amp; Phil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another glorious thing that I started Saturday and then continued Sunday morning was my MAN-BOX.  I printed out my sketches for the top cover, and I started etching the image freeze into the top panel of wood.  I'm so excited, its going to look so good when I'm done!  My fingers are not excited though, cause Mahogany is a hardwood, and the small metal X-acto blades are very unforgiving. &lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Chris Isaak right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5031480942335395226?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5031480942335395226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5031480942335395226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5031480942335395226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5031480942335395226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update-st-patricks-day-edition.html' title='Daily Update - St. Patrick&apos;s Day Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3554194811674089930</id><published>2008-03-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:02:28.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>There are so many things to say about yesterday.  I almost don't even know where to start.  But here goes...  Work was busy.  I almost got frustrated with Rey, who I've been working with pleasently for the last 2-3 weeks.  The little Brazillian Fireball in him almost got the most of me, but then I just pawned the blame off on someone else and then kept working.  its a pretty funny thing to do; when someone is sitting at your desk, telling you "you need to do this, do this, do this" it gets annoying, so to combat that attitude, I pulled an ultra lazy attitude.  so when Rey said to go fetch a stapler, I said, " I think we just sold out of them".  or to look something up on the internet, " Sorry, I think the internet is broke today."  It was trivial stuff that he wanted me to do, and its not that I wouldn't have done it, I just had to pull that attitude to combat his attitude.  It seemed to work too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the chance to go running yesterday.  It was an inner struggle if I should go or not.  At first I simply didn't think I had the energy, but then my inner conscience persuaded me to Just do It.  It was a rugged track in the Australian Outback that night.  I ran with the hyena's.  I had a little more energy, but I set myself at a typical pace.  What was funny about last night was that I ran into a squad of dopey looking ninja who were training with three instructors.  I thought of going up and challenging them there on the spot, but I didn't.  I knew I could take on three simple Ninja instructors, but I didn't trust the retarded students.  Not that they're good, but they'd hurt themselves and me with their foolish swordplay or knife work.  They'll get theirs in due time, those feebelish Chicken-shrimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after running I start getting phone calls from family members about random stuff.  I talked with them for much of the night.  Then when I was done with that, I tried calling this girl I know.  It turns out it was during her favorite TV show so I just got scolded, so I then had to pretend it was the wrong number and just hung up.  But I guess her cell phone has caller ID, so she called me back and scolded me more.  Oops.  Sorry bout that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the (few) emails that I've tried to send my missionary sister have been to the wrong account, so I have to go back and re-send all my scolding letters.  It will be good for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to a German punk band called Die Aertze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3554194811674089930?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3554194811674089930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3554194811674089930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3554194811674089930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3554194811674089930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_14.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6425447018978675300</id><published>2008-03-13T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:16:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you can even call this a 'European morning'.  It was foggy all over the place.  By afternoon it cleared up though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know you all want to hear about my car situation.  Yesterday during lunch I dropped it off at a VW place down on  Venice.  After 3 hours they called and said that all they did was replace a temperature gauge/switch and that was it!  It fixed many of the problems.  Now, it runs in super-stealth mode. You can barley hear it even when standing right next to the engine.  So I picked it up from the car place right after work with the help of one Ms. Cheryl.  Now I just need to get it registered.  But on that note, I went this morning to the Smog Check place, and their machine was broken!  What misfortune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that a few of you care about my ebay-ing habits.  Well, I've had to put those adventures on the top shelf, as I have purchased everything that I needed.  Mostly little Lord of the Rings stuff.  Also last night after I picked my car up, with the help of Ms. Cheryl, I had to go retrieve my goods from the transport vehicle, which was her car.  While this exchange was happening, I wound up at her place.  Both she and her roommate, L-Train, were then interrogating me as to what I've purchased.  (Yesterday I received my second to last package of all the crap I've ordered... I think.)  It was packaged in a 'Shoe box' so they immediately wanted to know what kind of shoes I had. I tried to explain that it wasn't fashionable, bit it was nerddom in my package.  They made me prove it, so I reluctantly removed my new treasure from its incasement.  After they saw it, they delighted in teasing me about my new toy.  I didn't let it get to me though.  I was strong.  They agreed that I was indeed a super-nerd, then let me back on my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went frame shopping last night.  Dang, picture frames are expensive!  They're not what I remember paying in Utah anyway.  But I found something that would suit my Painting at Michaels.  The only downside is that its going to take 10 or so days to get it.  Sorry Joe, That doesn't meet the 'Mike going to Tahoe' deadline.  We'll have to figure something else out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The great Chipotle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to absolutely nothing right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6425447018978675300?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6425447018978675300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6425447018978675300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6425447018978675300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6425447018978675300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_13.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2727439722185704584</id><published>2008-03-12T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:50:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily UPdate</title><content type='html'>Our 'run in' last night it was no coincidence.  I had planned it all out this time.  A few days ago, I worked up the courage to ask a girl to go on a date with me.  I think a few of you may know her, her name is Cheryl, and she agreed to it too.  After I got off work I picked her up.  I even left work early cause I was so nervous for this evenings events.  We made the long drive into Hollywood to see the musical called 'Wicked'.  (NO Joe, its not a dirty movie, or R-rated.  Its about the 'wicked' witch of the east from the wizard of OZ.)  It was quite fun.  (except for the theater being to hot and sweaty, and a bunch of crazy Germans sitting right behind us, and the nazi ushers taking peoples cameras and cell phones away! (no joke, he would actually take them, give a claim ticket, and then you'd have to pick them up at the front desk afterwards!))  You'd have to see it for your selves, but it sat well with me.  But what sat even weller with me was the Thai-Chicken Pizza that we ate right before the play.  Ooooooh yummy.  The jury is still out, but it may have been the best part of the night.  Then the worst part of the night was when it let-out at 11pm, past Cold Stone's closing time, so we couldn't get ice cream!  just awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lunch break I rushed down to a VW repair shop to have them look at the problem that Firestone caused.  After 3 hours they called and said it was done, and they only replaced a $6 temperature gauge.  Gee, I remember Firestone taking 5 days to find a temperature gauge, and charging me A LOT MORE!  Needless to say, angry letters are already in the works, and I will never go there again!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by California Chicken Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Christopher Parkening (or something like that) play J.S. Bach on Classical Guitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2727439722185704584?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2727439722185704584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2727439722185704584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2727439722185704584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2727439722185704584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_12.html' title='Daily UPdate'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4112432487730459993</id><published>2008-03-11T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:11:09.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Ya, after a brief review, yesterday ended up being one of the crappiest days ever.  Not only did all that other stuff happen from the weekend, when I got home I got a few letters from my credit card which freaked me out.  Remember that whole string of charges that suddenly 'appeared' a few months back?  I guess they didn't get my written statement soon enough cause they re-charged my account the amount that some euro-ass-face charged me.  And another letter from my student loan company who I think decided to change the due dates of a loan of mine, so the letter said a payment was 4 days late, so this morning I had to call and set them straight too.  As well as our usual JJCCHE was canceled.  Jeff was out shopping at the Beverly Center with his sister and her friends.  Not only that but there wasn't anything on TV, AND I was busy at work all day.  To my benefit I did work more yesterday than I have in a while.  Maybe thats what makes it frustrating.  I wasn't able to give my Daily Update the quality time that it deserves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you all that I finished my painting, right.  Its a masterpiece.  I outdo myself every time.  I can't wait to see what I do next :)  My next project it the Man Box.  Yes, it has been about a year since they were first planned, but it will indeed be glorious when they get going I tell you.  I have mine all planned out, I just have to do about 3 weeks worth of decorative carving on the top and sides.  Josh and Jeff are starting over from scratch, and they're making super bit boxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to John Cougar Mellencamp right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by the elusive Chipotle.  I only had to wait in line for 13 minutes, and oh was it worth the wait.  Mmmm, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4112432487730459993?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4112432487730459993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4112432487730459993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4112432487730459993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4112432487730459993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_11.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3006884078219002949</id><published>2008-03-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:35:25.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update- Daylight Savings Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend was supposed to be all fun and happy.  It started out decent.  I made myself the obligatory Pancake Breakfast early on Saturday.  I was planning to go visit my Grandma when I ran into Cheryl on the street.  She said that she was thinking of going to some small town called Yucipa, just to visit, cause she had heard that its an interesting rural town.  What a coincidence, that where my grandma lives!  So we decided to carpool.  We started making the 100 minute drive when some irrational highway patrolman decided that I needed to be pulled over.  Sure my car hasn't been registered for about 9 months now, but that was no reason to flash your lights, and then yell at me through his loudspeaker multiple times.  He didn't seem like he was having a good day either.  He probably didn't get to make himself pancakes.  I shook my head at myself for much of the rest of the drive, but I still don't understand why he had to tack on infractions like no proper insurance, illegal lane change, and speeding.  And the worst part is that I have to show up so some court thing to get it resolved at 8 in the morning next week, I think!  Bah humbug to that.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Other than that the trip was fine.  It wiped me out dealing with a few of my little 8 year old cousins.  They kept wanting to be spun around and thrown in the air, and I got pretty dizzy every time.  And they kept wanting more and more!  Crazy little girls.  But I had a lovely luncheon afternoon with my Grandma and Aunt and cousin, and her little one, and other cousins kids too.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;That night I ran into Cheryl again as she was just going to meet some of her other friends for dinner.  I asked to tag along too cause my stomach was pushing me in that direction, so she let me. How nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara had her 'going away' brunch on Sunday morning.  She's going to India again.  After Jeff rudely woke me up at 8 freaking am, I made my way over to Greenfield.  I 'patiently' waited for delectable waffles, chocolate, cookies, and some other fruity delight that Sara made.  The best part of the morning, other than my cranky fit after I just arrived, was when Maggie shows up to Sara's party (yes, she lives there too) and decides to tell everyone how bad the food was.  Oh, I'm sorry Maggie, I didn't know that you were royalty!  I wonder if she wants special invites to all of our parties to criticize all the food that we give out for free? Hmmm. Bless her heart.  I'll tell you the only problem with the food, and that was that there wasn't enough for ME! As well not enough time before Church to wolf it all down.  I mean seriously Sara, I had to wait like... 5 minutes before I could eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Sunday I got a little interested in an ebay item.  I send out a bid, just to be curious, but was immediately rejected.  I was curious about how much the other guy wanted it; cause in the last minute the price went up like 300%.  I figured that the guy wanted it pretty bad, so I helped the seller by making him pay more for it.  Instead of using my two set monetary amounts for how much I wanted it, I used my high amount to determine how much I could sell it for, if I won.  So I kept bidding this guy up until the auction ended.  It turns out that he wanted it pretty bad, cause I sure didn't want to pay that much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday Morning I marched my car over to the Smog check place where I was hoping to get in and out before work started.  I was actually walking back to my apartment when I changed my mind and went back to the car place.  There the guy told me that there was some sort of electrical problem and he wasn't allowed to even look at it.  So I said I'd take it back to the place who jimmy-rigged it in the first place.  So then back to Firestone.  Those retards messed my car up last summer by cutting wires and faking it.  When I go to bed tonight I will pray for harmful vengeance upon them for doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for a minute I thought that my court date was today, the 10th, cause on the ticket it reads the 16th, and thats a Sunday, and they don't do Sunday's.  After a short frustrating investigation I noticed it was in April, not March.  whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so frustrated at everything right now.  I wish someone would come up to me and try to argue with me so I could just punch the crap out of them.  I was almost looking forward to giving the retards at the Firestone shop a 'Shot at the Title', if you know what I mean (if they were to try to charge me that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to forget Chris, we went to some Mexican place for dinner in his honor.  For some reason he thinks it's necessary to go back to Texas.  It was delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Queen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3006884078219002949?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3006884078219002949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3006884078219002949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3006884078219002949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3006884078219002949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update-daylight-savings-edition.html' title='Daily Update- Daylight Savings Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2791511195450148382</id><published>2008-03-07T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:19:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>So I had a meeting early at work this morning.  Rey and I finally met with our nemesis, the alleged 'Interior Designer'.  he was 7 minutes late to our meeting.  The meeting lasted maybe 90 minutes, and Rey, the little Brazilian Fireball from my office was on the attack the entire time.  I tried to lighten the tension when I could, but Rey was ruthless.  It wasn't rude, or anything out of the ordinary, but the fact that this dude hasn't called or emailed us when he said he would, or when he needed to, that bothered all of us here in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running last night.  Actually I went  the last two nights and I just forgot to tell you all about it.  On Wednesday night I took a jog through the Ural Mtn's.  I was like a little Tweetie Bird, soaring in the clouds.  My flight was short and sweet.  On Thursday I was like a big huge Mountain Goat sturdy and angry as can be.  Tough as nails too I might add.  I took the usual desert trail through the Australian Outback.  It was a lot more rigorous than the night before.  This night I wasn't allowed to coast from hilltop to hilltop.  I had to fight for every step I took.  It was funny cause on the way up to the Outback, we passed a big group of people waiting to see some basketball match.  I was the funny guy when I said real loud that I was looking forward to this womens volleyball game.  I got a lot of weird/dirty looks.  So I kept talking volleyball up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott-the Justin-Hammer moved out yesterday.  He called me to make sure it was OK, just like in the Godfather.  I said it was OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news on the project front: I FINISHED MY PAINTING!  Yes, its correct.  (I'll repeat it for Kristen and Chris again just so they hear, I FINISHED MY PROJECT).  It was not that difficult.  I only added the brushed, wind flowing clouds, which gave life to the sky.  I was careful not to add to many, in fear of it depressing the viewer, to an utterly true European attitude.  But I didn't want to few fearing that the viewer would be left lonely in the wide spacious sky.  So I have formed the perfect middle.  Just enough for a  warm hug as the wind rustles your hair.  You'll understand when you see it.  I was careful to take pictures of it every night so you'll also be able to see the progression of every day I worked on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's again.  (the line at Chipotle is still way to long.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2791511195450148382?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2791511195450148382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2791511195450148382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2791511195450148382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2791511195450148382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_07.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-7313265090667668166</id><published>2008-03-06T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:33:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Hello friends.  I don't know if you were able to catch Project Runway last night, but the one person I wanted to loose all season ended up winning the finale.  I was pretty pissed.  If I ever see him in real life, I might slap him in public, then shave his head.  I might even scar his scalp so his lame hair won't grow back.  And whats even more disappointing is that Heidi Klum my dream girl was involved in this debockle.  I might have to stop being infatuated with her.  I might have to move on to someone like Scarlett Johannsen; she has a movie coming out soon I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still thinking of the glorious Disneyland adventure from last Saturday.  The one memorable souvenir was a box of Fudge.  Oh, its the best stuff ever.  Your teeth sink cleanly into its succulent shape.  One or two pieces are large enough that its hard for me to fit them in my mouth, and we all know I have a large mouth.  Its the perfect blend of chocolaty goodness and soft deliciousness.  The only possible down side is that this little piece of heaven is very rich.  When I was at the counter this last Saturday, I got over excited when it became my turn to check out.  Amy, who was working the counter, had just gotten done slaving over some short 'round' retarded lady.  The lady was asking for all this stuff from the back room, and was having Amy run around to the front of the counter to fetch stuff that the Troll Lady didn't want to reach for.  When it came time for her to pay, oops, she only had a nameless credit card, and NO ID.  So Amy luckily sent that wench packing.  When it came my turn, we instantly became friends because 1) I'm nice and friendly.  2) I'm understanding of short-'big' retarded trolls.  3) I already had my method of payment ready.  And 4) most importantly she informed me that she would give me 6 tantalizing pieces of glorious fudge for the price of 4!  How could that be a bad thing?!   I shared with Cheryl, so she could be part of the goodness (and it was her birthday), but other than that I refuse to share it with anyone.  Its that good.  So, why I mention this... Because of its richness, I can only have one small bite per day.  Each piece is about the size of a brownie, so each bite is about 1/10th of a piece.  So yes, my goodness will last just that much longer.  Ooooh I can't wait to put more of that goodness in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching TV, I started looking at my painting.  I started dabbling a little bit while Mike kept me up as he watched TV.  I did a lot of touch ups, and added shadow and life to the courtyard by the bay.  I opened some windows to let air in some of the buildings.  I added trees to the courtyard, which will shade the tired beach-goers on their way home.  I added tables to the busy street cafe for all the tourists who will one day visit.  The only thing to do is add life and texture to the sky; and I'll do that with cirrus nimbus clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Ozzy Osborne right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-7313265090667668166?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7313265090667668166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=7313265090667668166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7313265090667668166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7313265090667668166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_06.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6342016244311166551</id><published>2008-03-05T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:15:16.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>So last night I left work abruptly, after staying pretty late.  I don't think I'm allowed to tell you the reason for this.  Thats for Someone else's blog.  But I hung out with Cheryl for a bit.  We watched my two favorite shows, American Idol, and Biggest Looser.  There great for boosting my confidence in myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got a call from some lady doing a service auction.  Apparently on Sunday when the sign-up sheet went around, I was signed up for painting a nude portrait of someone.  (thanks Chris and Mike, you retards)  I forget how they worded it exactly.  I guess thats payback for me signing up Mr. Ryan Plewe for 'Interpretive Dance Lessons'.  Oh just you wait until the next sign up sheet comes around.  I'm going to get them good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you may know that I've taken an interest in ebay again.  Its been a long while since I used that method to purchase goods.  I'm starting to like it all over again.  Probably the most likable thing about it is right after you win something it tells you that 'You're a Winner!'.  Its like I just made a friend.  I 'win' an item, and I gain a friend.  Its just a nice pat on the back.  Another enjoyable thing I do with the stuff I like, I keep track of only the stuff that I could potentially buy and  I notice when the auction is ending and I, like my dad, will sit and stare at the screen for long amounts of time, just watching the time go down.  Then, with the auction clock nears 1 minute and 30 seconds, that is when I place my bid.  Usually the first bid.  That give my opponent minimal time to get real nervous at the new bidding threat, and even less time to respond to my actions.  I usually have two dollar amounts prepared for this bidding war. The first is the amount I'm OK with paying, and won't want to go over, but the second amount is established in case they have time to respond, I have a second, and slightly higher amount, which is my maximum amount.  Anything more, than whoever spent that much is a retard; any less, and you could tell that I just really wanted the item.  The trill of winning, combined with the thrill of taking the bid away from someone is just terrific to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is super busy right now.  Remember that Interior Designer that I've been telling you about, the one who never calls back.  Well, Rey finally got a hold of him and let him have it.  Rey is a little Brazilian fireball.  Me and someone else joined him for a conference call.  It was quite entertaining.  This dude said he has been out of the country for a week and a half, thats why he hadn't called or emailed, or anything.  But coincidentally, he happened to be back in the country every time my boss CC'd the owner on our emails.  We now get to have a meeting with this cowboy on Friday.  I think Rey is going to try to murder this guy.  I'm only going to watch, and maybe take picture.  But I don't want to be an 'Accessory to Murder' if things go south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Oingo Boingo right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's, and Hosted by the new 'Courtney Arizona'.  ... (does that mean she's the new Ms. Arizona?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6342016244311166551?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6342016244311166551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6342016244311166551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6342016244311166551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6342016244311166551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update_05.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2831996933485984386</id><published>2008-03-04T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:44:25.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I've been swamped at work, like I've mentioned before.  Nothing to keep me up late at night... yet. But it will this week.  Today at work I went with my boss to the Peninsula Hotel again.  Wow is it fancy.  no wonder they can so much per guest.  I think they have 1 employee for every 3 guests they have there, or something ridiculous like that.  The suite we were in was bigger than any house I've ever lived in, or apartment.  The one bedroom was as big as my current living room and dining room combined.  I think the bathroom was even bigger than my bedroom now.  holy crap, I don't see how people can do that for themselves.  On the way home my boss had gotten a new car, an Audi, and he decided to 'Open er up' on the open road, holy crap I almost wet my pants as I gripped onto any handle I could find.  Sure new cars are nice, but that doesn't mean that you MUST go as fast as they can.  Oh ya, and he got the racing model too, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was last night.  During the day I got an invite to go to Cheryl's Birthday party.  How cool!  I guess we bump into each other enough that she remembers who I am, enough so for in invite to an exclusive party too.  We went over to some place by the Grove called Woodland Ranch, or something like that.  It was OK food.  The waiter, Desmond, was pretty cool.  He made the trip over there to that side of town more worth it.  He was pretty funny, and he could put up with my 'Restaurant sense of humor', which helped, cause I was pretty obnoxious.  I kept taking pictures of everyone else taking bites of their food, and they all hated that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that there was a proper Birthday Party over at Jessica's place with cake and Ice cream.  Ohhh it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home kind of early, but Mike kept me up talking about the day's events.  Mike found out the hard way that you can't slide into a fence without getting banged up a bit.  I think he was trying to impress a girl, but he denied it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Arcade Fire right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2831996933485984386?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2831996933485984386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2831996933485984386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2831996933485984386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2831996933485984386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3615148118926247893</id><published>2008-03-03T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:20:06.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update - Disneyland Edition</title><content type='html'>So like some of you may know, it was a very eventful weekend.  On Saturday I was in need of some excitement, so I went down to Disneyland.  It was funny cause I was just going down for fun, and on the way I ran into Cheryl, who was also thinking about going.  What a coincidence! AND it turns out that it was her birthday too (on Monday though).   So we decided to carpool.  It was pretty fun.  I'm sure you all know how wonderful it all is, but what made it even funner for me is that Cheryl hadn't been before.  It was like reliving my childhood all over again.  I tried the whole day to get her to hold hands and then skip with me, but she would have none of that.  She even made fun of me for wanting to do such a thing.  It took me all day of egging her on to finally convince her to skip to the tram on our way to the parking lot.  Then she guaranteed me it would never happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day though we were trying to follow some of the Thompson family advice and find the best tasting restaurant there.  Jeff told us that right at the exit of Pirates of the Carribean there was the best restaurant ever.  So Cheryl and I stopped by.  I got the 'Monte Cristo Sandwich'.  Have you ever heard of such a thing?  Its a ham and turkey and cheese sandwich that is Deep Fried.  And it has a dark raspberry Jam to dip into for eating.  It was sooo good.  But all that grease that I ate prohibited us from any fast rides for an hour.  I think my favorite ride was still the Matterhorn.  Maybe because of the Swiss theme, and maybe because of the 10 minute wait in line, but I like that one.  All the others were cool too.  Except for splash mountain!  The jerks there drenched us!  As we were entering the ride, no one was wet.  But as WE went on it, it was like standing under a water fall.  And both on this ride and on Space mountain we where they take your picture, we had great pictures, worth buying, but I didn't feel right about spending $20 bucks on 1 picture.  Then on Space Mt. I was going to photograph the display, just to show you all, but the two fat little brats in front of us wouldn't move, and wouldn't stop poking the screen, and kept trying to take picture with their cell phones.  I really should have 'tripped' and fallen right onto them, then have them 'accidentally' trip down the stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Disneyland the prime place to practice my game of 'Chicken'.  You know how people walk straight at you and you stay on course and make them move?  well, I did that as much as possible.  I wouldn't even move for strollers.  I was so proud of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more stories, but they'll have to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what happened on Friday night.  Does anyone remember? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been super busy, and the project I'm working on, I just found out that we're not getting paid for it.  We're doing it as a favor.  I now know why all architects are sworn to hate interior designers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's. Only because Chipotle was to crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Talk Radio right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3615148118926247893?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3615148118926247893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3615148118926247893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3615148118926247893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3615148118926247893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/03/daily-update-disneyland-edition.html' title='Daily Update - Disneyland Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-7571575280885593910</id><published>2008-02-29T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:04:16.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update - Leap Year Edition</title><content type='html'>Wow, Today is the is the Tungsten Anniversary (Or the Silk Anniversary-if you're going from Feb 29 to Feb 29) of when I broke my leg for the first time.  Thats right, 16 years ago this very Leap Day, I was attending the Junior High District wrestling meet.  It was a Saturday morning in early 1992, and I was just warming up for the day with a friend (at the time).  His last words " Come here Jim, my brother just taught me a new move that I want to try out..."  From there, Snap, crackle, Pop,... Thud! (me hitting the ground) then me screaming as my lower leg lay dangling from my body, limp, and lifeless; leaving me agonizing in pain.  But enough of that, so I don't get sick again.  It still make me nauseous to think about that horrible day.  We lost the meet by 3/4 of a point.  That was cause I was forced to forfeit all my matches.  That was the first time in 4 years that my school lost a meet like that.  Simply Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went running last night.  I wasn't in the best of shape, but I sure looked good while doing it.  I was like the wild boar, fiercely in the night ransacking all the local villages of the Outback.  I felt like I was slower than normal, but I did run longer than normal to make up for it.  There were many other people up there to distract me from my goal at hand.  But that didn't work, cause i would then act like I was an airplane and with my arms extended I would zoom around making airplane noises.  Probably the funniest part of the night was when I was running by a swinging gate that was extended over the first three lanes of the track (so people cant run there) so a bunch of people were using this gate as a cup holder apparently, cause there were 6 or 7 Gator-Aid cups sitting on top of it.  So as I run by, I decided i don't want those cups there anymore, so I punch the gate arm down, springing the cups down, then up like a trampoline.  I thought nothing of this until I heard the paper cup crash on the ground beneath, accompanied by a few splashing sounds.  The cups were full, and thus still being used.  They were probably being used by the people who were still there too.  'Ooops'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, as I think I've mentioned before, it was Free Burrito day at Chipotle in Westwood Village.  I attempted to go 3 times yesterday.  Once right before lunch.  That was no good, cause the line was an hour long and extended down the street and wrapped around the corner.   Once at 4:30, and that didn't work cause school had just gotten out and the line was even longer.  On my way home I looked at the line and I lost sight of it as it went down the street, around the corner, and then up the next street.  Then after running, 8pm, I swung by again, just to be turned away by a big fat bouncer who had been standing at the end of the line for probably an hour or more.  So whatever, I'll just go back when I don't have to wait for more than an hour in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's.  It was going to offer the sponsorship to the new Chipotle, but there was still a freaking line!  I can wait until there isn't one of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the Beasty Boys right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collins and Lynn went to Lunch again, and Patrick made a funny comment about them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-7571575280885593910?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7571575280885593910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=7571575280885593910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7571575280885593910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7571575280885593910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-leap-year-edition.html' title='Daily Update - Leap Year Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4725774954374760852</id><published>2008-02-28T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:58:26.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Last night Chipotle opened for business, but last night was by invite only.  (today is a free for all, and the hour and a half long line proves that).  So I was on my way over there just to check it out, and what do you know, I ran into Cheryl.  What a coincidence.  I invited her to come along to see if the rumors were actually true.  Oh, it was soooo goooood.  It was almost the best burrito of my life.  I don't know how else to describe it.  It was as large as my fore-arm for starters.  The ingredients were just unloaded off the truck that day, maximizing freshness (if that even matters in a burrito). And it was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I invited Cheryl to watch American Idol with me.  We're both fans, to an extent, and so I thought it might be fun.  Oh, my oh my, was I wrong.  Some of their song choices are more suited for an elevator, the dentists chair, or even the morgue.  Honestly I think some of the notes they were 'trying' to hit, only dogs and/or elephants could hear.  So every stray dog in LA is now on its way to the American Idol stage to hear more of that crap.  I even think I fell asleep half way through. I did plan ahead though and I brought a book that I just got, so if it got to boring I could just read instead of subject myself to such torture.  I only had to read from my book three or four times.  Next time I might bring my sketch book too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So late last night I started looking at my beautiful  painting.  Thats where it all went wrong.  I picked up my small brush, just for a quick fixer upper, like the windows.  Then there was extra paint on the brush, then I had to use it instead of waste it, so then I'd cover something else, like the water.  Then I noticed the water needed a few touch-ups.  then I had extra paint again.  And the process kept going and going.  Eventually I was in a full scale battle with the canvas.  There are only a few more important steps that I need to make, and I snapped and started taking bigger risks.  The water and the sky are the riskiest things when I paint I think.  I was at a point where I didn't want to play in the water anymore, so I decided to finish it NOW.  When I get close to deadlines I get careless and reckless.  I've noticed this from school.  This is kind of what was happening.  I start throwing down color like a madman.  When I was done I could see the reflection of the buildings in the water.  But if felt kind of lonely, cause the boats needed reflections too, so then I had to do that.  Then I had to readjust the water color with these new reflections, and so on.  The water is now calmly washing against the shore, and the boats were sporadically bobbing up and down in place.  There was almost no end in sight to this activity.  Finally I dropped my brush on the floor, and then instead of picking it up, I ran to my room and slammed the door and dove under my covers and then quickly went to sleep.  Sleep is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny (at work) is talking REALLY loud at work again.  Its like he's cheering for his football team in a stadium.  Didn't I mention this before?  I need to take actions this time.  I think I'll take a call from 'My Agent' in a minute right behind him, and I'll pretend that he's in the middle of a war zone or something.  I don't think that will show him up, or anything, but it will certainly bring me satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I tried to go to Chipotle again, but it was a ridiculous stupid-student mad-house.  The line was at least an hour long.  I wanted to start intimidating all the little foreign-exchange students into leaving their spot in line.  I figured it would be a blast, but it would take to long to get my food, and I didn't want to get any nerd-blood on my new shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Quiznos.  (There was almost an incident there today too.  I had just taken a look at my number because it was taking so long, and I had put it away.  I knew what my number was, it was 1007.  Seconds later my number is called.  I go up to the counter and announce that 'Thats Me'.  expecting him to hand over my food, he doesn't.  I then bluntly tell him, 'Thats my number' with an irritated straight face.  He says that he needs to see my receipt. In an annoyed manner I dig my receipt from my pocket, and then slowly unfold it, and then shove it in his face.  It was about 2 inches from his nose, then instead of him being able to pull back to read it I drop it so he as to pick it up.  another employee attempts to explain to my closed ears that they need to see it to verify my order.  As I am picking up my food, they call Kristen's number.  I though this would be a good learning opportunity for me, so I waited and watched her give them her ticket, and sure enough, HE DIDN'T EVEN LOOK AT THE RECEIPT!  and I don't use 'All-Caps' lightly.  I repeatedly announced to all the employees that he didn't check her receipt and she was right after me.  they were probably just being racist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Greenday right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4725774954374760852?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4725774954374760852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4725774954374760852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4725774954374760852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4725774954374760852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_28.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1610624653450928937</id><published>2008-02-27T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:36:58.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>So I'm getting kind of tired of painting.  I felt like I was being forced to finish, when in reality it was my subconscious self who was prompting me to stay up all these hours to finish.  Maybe it was the fact that I've already waited a year and a half to give them their wedding present.  But i think its OK to give family IOU's for gifts like that.  So last night I finished building the boats.  They are colorful and very waterproof.  Just what anyone could want in a boat.  If I were in my painting I would take a lovely little ride in any one of the boats.  Similarly, I was doing touch up work on the plaster facades of the nearby buildings surrounding the plaza by the bay.  I know the buildings are old, and kind of falling apart, but I decided to paint over some of their blemishes.  As I looked at it, I need to redo most of the windows tonight.  Then The buildings will be done.  I've also finished planting all the bushes and trees on the mountains behind the city scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went running by the Russian Urals last night.  The mountains weren't as steep as I last remember.  I whizzed past the shaggy mountain goats as if they were standing still.  I would leap from hoof to hoof as each would dig into the rocky mountain surface.  I didn't quite make it to the mountain top, but I ran all the way around the mid-section of this girthy mountain range.  The snow and winds have subsided enough to make this one a pleasant journey.  I was king of the Mountain Goats in this run.  I could have used my crown of frightening horns to knock any one else around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I iterated this enough yesterday, but work has been very frustrating lately.  Even more so than when I have to stay till 10pm.  The problem has been either computer crashing 5 times per hour, or the work I have to do for the retarded interior designer.  He doesn't appear to answer phones, email, or letters, or anything like that.  Next time I see him I think I might choke him.  The two other guys in my office I'm working with are also encouraging me to do this cause it will help relieve some of their stress too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m listening to the Guess who right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In-N-Out, where I saw two people I know, who I hadn't seen at lunchtime before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1610624653450928937?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1610624653450928937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1610624653450928937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1610624653450928937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1610624653450928937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_27.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8183444909526268756</id><published>2008-02-26T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:51:16.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily UPdate</title><content type='html'>Last night we resumed our secretive group 'JJC[D]HE'  with an honorary appearance by Mike.  We went to some Bulgarian place on Westwood.  It was pretty good, other than NOT having my first choice of food items.  They also had Bulgarian MTV playing in the background.  I was also pretty funny that night too.  I don't think the others appreciated my sense of humor as much as I did, but oh well; you can't impress every audience.  And even funnier, on our way to our JJCDHE none other than Mr. Reeve pulls up next to us in his car and tried to spark interest in following him to his lesson at FHE, but we assured him that we had 'something else' to do that was much more interesting, but wished him good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long evening, I made it home and had a lovely little chat with my roommates.  I randomly asked Eric if he wanted me to move out, you know, just checking, and he is still ok with me, so I'll stay for a bit longer.  Then I changed some light bulbs and then took out the trash.  All this time I was desperately hungry for a snack.  At the same time Eric was going thru old cereal boxes, so I decided to make rice crispy treats.  They were so delightful, and warmed my soul.  (the next morning they were harder than bricks.  I think I chipped the glass pan they were sitting in when trying to throw them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest Water cooler talk that I'm starting around the office is that Collins and Lynn have had lunch already two times this week.  I wonder what that means, (wink wink, nudge nudge).  Today she was the one who asked him if he was going somewhere.  Yesterday it was him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most frustrating part of today is that my computer program at work crashed at least 7 times.  If I knew for sure that it had feelings I would choke it and then throw it in the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of toilets, and office:  on friday when the cleaners came in they cleaned the bathrooms, supposedly.  In my opinion they just brought every single one of the local bums in and hosed them off, leaving all the filthy stench in our bathrooms to linger, cause it still stinks in there like dirty gym socks and Bum.  If the cleaners try doing that again, I might have to dunk their heads in the toilet and clean the bathrooms with their raggity moppy reggae looking heads.  That will show them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Britney Spears right now.  (the music, not the funny crazy psychotic train wreck of a tabloid star.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Panda Express&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8183444909526268756?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8183444909526268756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8183444909526268756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8183444909526268756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8183444909526268756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_26.html' title='Daily UPdate'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6830757096754633958</id><published>2008-02-25T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:21:59.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Friday night Gretta had invited a bunch of people to one of Rob's gigs.  I wasn't sure if I 'd know anyone else there, but I first ran into Cheryl on the way to the front door of this 'dive-bar'.  What a coincidence.  We then ran into a few other poeple we knew.  Rob was drumming in some band, along with Jamie, who was Cello-ing up the performance.  It was pretty cool.  The singer was OK.  Nothing American-Idol worthy though.  You could tell that he was really into it though.  Rob was pretty versatile in his abilities too.  Drums, chimes, tambourines... you name it, he probably has used it at one time that night.  Jamie was pretty suite too.  Its not to often you see a Cello in a band.  She was shak-ratte-n-rolling all night long.  I tried to take pictures; I don't know how many turned out, but if any did, I'll show you.  Most people who knew Rob and Jamie left by the second band.  We stuck with it though for two more songs, but it was getting to crowded for my comfort, so we left.  Cheryl didn't have a ride home so I offered to take her, and on the way I decided to try to impress her so I took her to Wendy's.  I thought it was great.  (when leaving the bar, I we were across the street in my car when we saw what looked like Gretta walking alone down the street and then she turned  around a corner.  I felt this actions was questionable enough to warrant an investigation.  So we drove down this shady street which this Gretta person went down.  We didn't see her, so I got nervous cause no cars were visibly starting either.  The next option was for me to turn down the next alley.  I did and then saw a group of people.  I didn't see any questionable activity, but was still prepping myself to leap across my car to someones aid.  But luckily Cheryl had precision eyesight that night and identified one of the persons as her to-be hubby, Rob.  It was tense fir a few seconds though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I 'accidentally' slept until 11am.  I drearily hopped to my daily duties of Pancakes in the morning (Mmmm) followed by my morning shopping run.  I was going to shop for a nicer sweatshirt/jacket, but Nothing came of it though.  I went to Costco for a few things.  I did so with caution due to my last visit there.  Realizing it was a Saturday afternoon, I was ready to use my shopping cart as a weapon, just to get back at the jerks there at Costco.  It rained in the afternoon, and I got to use my fancy new umbrella as I walked my Costco Hot dog back to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening we went to see a movie named Atonement.  It was interesting, I guess.  My biggest problem was that it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to.  And that they showed some dudes brain fall out of his head.  After that though was the highlight of my weekend.  ME, CS, JPT, &amp;amp; L-Train went to California Pizza Kitchen!  Ohhh, I had been looking forward to that for a long while, and it was Soooooooo Gooooood!   But on the way out JPT made US stop at Stans for Donuts.  Another 'Mmmm Mmm Good' moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of the day trying to paint, but ended up watching a lot of TV.  I realized that last week I said I'd be done by this Saturday, but ...oh well.  You can't hurry art, right.  In the evening I ran into Cheryl and we were thinking of doing something, like watch TV, but then we bumped into Jeff, who was just looking for a way down to the Movie theater to watch something, so we all went down together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a little shout-out to Silvia: On Sunday after church I realized how nice of a person she was.  She came up to Jeff and I talking with Rick and told him that she just gave [a large sum of cash] to some needy person who was at our church that day.  Not only that, but the lady needed a coat, so she now has Silvia's coat too!  I was flabbergasted at this, and was to in shock to question her actions.  Rick, instead of being upset or nervous (she apparently gave away joint money of theirs) understandingly said, "ya, she looked like she needed it."  I have lived to may years to be 'nice' and 'sensitive' to peoples needs I guess.  Now, I have given money to people, but typically, its come back to bite me in the ass.  Like giving money to a needy girl, where 20 minutes later I walked by again, and she's drunk off of 'New' alcohol that she didn't have when I walked by previously.  Also, having worked a little bit for the city of LA, I know that there are enough Free clothing, and Free Food places (missions, churches, organizations) for 'Bums' to get stuff that they can be picky, so they just need to beg for their beer and drug money.  But anyway, Jeff as well was surprised at how generous of a person she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after church there was an Oscer viewing party at Cheryl's place.  Danny brought ballots over and we all voted on who would win, and of course Cheryl won.  A few of us think she cheated.  We're not sure how, but she must have an inside scoop by working for E somehow.  We all brought treats to snack on too.  Then Mike and I watched The Chronicles of Riddick late into the night, all while I painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Soundgarden right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6830757096754633958?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6830757096754633958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6830757096754633958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6830757096754633958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6830757096754633958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_25.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2696937714239830036</id><published>2008-02-22T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:38:07.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris's Birthday Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>Oh, Look at this, my first posted 'Web-Album'.  This is all the Gloriousness that you may have missed out on at Chris's Birthday Dinner at Vittio-somethings I-tallian Resterante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjimcunliffe%2Falbumid%2F5169968167227202769%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DzgUTWIDOjnE" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2696937714239830036?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2696937714239830036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2696937714239830036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2696937714239830036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2696937714239830036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/chriss-birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Chris&apos;s Birthday Extravaganza'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6121172078892117839</id><published>2008-02-22T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:35:03.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why the 'traffic officers' stand in the middle of the intersection and direct traffic while the stop lights above them are working just fine?  Well, Me too until today.  Its for practice, or punishment.  What police precinct doesn't threaten their officers with demotion to a traffic cop?  And they get that practice in so they can fully mimic the working traffic lights where they aren't working.  I'm sure thats the case.  This morning I had a run in with some 'Downed lights' and there was at least on full brigade of these 'specially trained' units protecting and serving the public with their bright yellow vests and their briskly strategic hand movements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yesterday if you haven't heard was Chris's Birthday.  In preparation for this largely celebrated event, two nights ago Mike and I conspired to text him at the same time, just to see if we could be the first.  We did so and Mike won, and I took third place.  Unbeknownst to us, there was a third party competitor who took second place in this midnight race.  She was so upset about taking second place that later the next day (last night) I received random multiple punches in the arm for that 'infraction', as well as certain comments I was accused of saying but were just misunderstood as critiques rather than comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to some I-tallian place in Pacific Palisades that Jeff has fallen in love with.  I mean he REALLY talked this place up, like it was better than Chris N Pitts or something.  So we get there and he starts telling people where to sit, and then we all needed to clear our orders with him first before we got his 'Order-able' stamp of approval.  He needs everything to be perfect after all.  So then they bring the Breaded Grease balls.  Sure they were good.  The best part about them is when Sara decided to put 7 in her mouth at once.  It was priceless.  Good thing I was the one with the camera to document the whole event.  Then the girls started thinking it was fun to pass my camera around like it was a photograph.  I think this was an evil plot to prevent me from taking super cool pictures.  But their misconduct was short lived.  I had the upper hand, and continued to celebrate the documentation of this event.  Then the girls started thinking it was funny to steal food off my plate.  I was confused at this, cause i was supposed to be the funny one.  Then i was repeatedly attacked by one Sara 'The Sherpa' Collins, with the fist.  My natural defenses took over, flexing my masculine bulging muscles.  I think by doing this she hurt her had by punching it into my shoulder multiple times.  I felt bad for a second, but then got over it real quick.  The food was only OK, and medium small portions.  It never reached Jeff's stature that he talked it up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us went over to Jeff's for Ice Cream and Cake afterwards.  We watched an episode of Arrested Development in Chris's honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went home to greet my roommate Eric previewing American Idol.  It was like poison, cause I had to stay up for the result show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wrap up Chris' Birth Day, Mike and I pulled a funny again, and both texted him 10 seconds before midnight seeing if we were the Last to wish him so.  We though we were pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's diner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Blind Melon right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6121172078892117839?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6121172078892117839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6121172078892117839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6121172078892117839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6121172078892117839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_22.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-7232419149199566993</id><published>2008-02-21T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:00:03.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>So I was going to the church to do someone a favor.  It wasn't a big deal.  I was already on my way home from work.  But as i was getting out of my car to open the church gate, my car door slammed.  I was thinking that I didn't want it to slam so I moved my had to catch it.  My hand caught it alright.  But unfortunately my hand was less than an inch from the door frame, thus causing the sheer forces to act in a Smashing Scissors action.  So when my precious fingers caught the door, they didn't have the necessary reaction time to rebound from the meanness of the door swing, thus ramming my fingers into the frame, thus inflicting unnecessary amounts of pain in my right index finger in particular.  I'm mad at my car right not, and we're not speaking.  Instead of talking to it, I'll leave notes on the passenger seat telling it to shape up or I'll send it to the junk yard, or worse yet, I'll donate it to charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind 'Spoilers' cause I have something to say about that movie Cloverfield.  I saw it last night.  I'm still dizzy from its horrible camera work!  It didn't have a plot.  I guess the acting was ok, but the characters were so dumb!    By 5 minutes in I wanted the monster to hurry up and kill the retards already!  The preview's before the movie were great though. The head monster was kind of disappointing, in an alien movie sort of way  They only showed it a few short times, and it seemed like a rip off of a few other movies.  They also had the characters performing super natural things.  For example, one girls was impaled through the hears with re-bar (3/4" thick) and they just lift her off and all run away, 5 minutes later this girl is 'all over' the main dude.  impossible!  I smashed my finger yesterday and I almost cried like a sissy, and debated staying home from work!  And I'm tougher than that girl!  Impossible thing after impossible thing happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my wooden dragon puzzle last night.  Its souper cool.  It has 102 pieces on it, and it looks very fierce.  I'll have to show you pictures some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is frustrating today.  Some computer programs are stupid.  I've threatened to dunk my computer in the toilet or sink 3 times already today.  I don't think my boss liked that idea though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Alice Cooper right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-7232419149199566993?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7232419149199566993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=7232419149199566993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7232419149199566993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7232419149199566993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_21.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2251329161613678850</id><published>2008-02-20T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:03:41.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It had been so long since I had seen what Africa was like.  The flowing trees of the Serengeti, the rushing herds of angry animals.  I took a long awaited safari last night.  It was a dangerous trip.  I didn't have the guide that I normally do, but I was determined enough to do it myself.  It was cool and dark.  There were herds of rhino's all over the place.  But not to many other animals, or Safari-ists. I started after a thorough stretch.  It was slow and painful, just as if I hadn't done this in a long time.  Cause I hadn't.  I only passed a few others that night, but it seemed like everyone was still in hibernation from the long cold winter months still.  I was slow, but powerful, like a young Wildebeest, or like a freight train.  I was saddened by my loss in speed, power, and skill.  The trees moaned for my loss as well.  They are also afraid of the 'things that go bump in the night'.  As the months get warmer and my schedule gets freer, I'll be able to re-train myself to that of the  fastest of animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach last night.  The sun was forever setting on the colorful landscape.  The water was gently washing ashore again and again.  The beach I was dealing with was just inside of the shadow of a near by church looking building with a clock on its tower.  There weren't to many people about.  There were to many signs of construction about the scene.  The beach rested at the end of a short stony pier, giant boulders lay just off the path which protected the sandy concrete path.  As I rested in the sand, I was trying to determine what for a color I should call the sand.  I didn't want it to shadowy, or to sunsetty.  The more I played in the sand, the more refined it got.  It grew late, and I rushed off to bed.  I'll have to play in the sand  the colors tomorrow.  It is only oil paint after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my random walk-a-bout I was running home and I ran into Cheryl and Lanara, what a coincidence.   They were on their way home to watch TV, and they let me join them.  American Idol is turning boring now with the beginning of the 'good' performances.  Bring back the auditions!  I want to feel better about myself.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I still critique the crap out of the nerds and dorks on stage.  But its easier with a broader collection of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Natalie Imbruglia right now.  Its a blast from the past, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Pizza Hut.  But I don't think I'll be seeking out that sponsor for a long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2251329161613678850?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2251329161613678850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2251329161613678850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2251329161613678850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2251329161613678850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_20.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6941530565397737745</id><published>2008-02-20T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:56:30.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does your blog Add up?</title><content type='html'>I saw this on someone else's Blog the other day, and though it was very worth while.  It kept me busy for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R7yn4QunnMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vj4HAgVLdeM/s1600-h/supergenius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R7yn4QunnMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vj4HAgVLdeM/s320/supergenius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169191057319500994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This title was given to me exclusivly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/genius.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/postgrad.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/undergrad.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/high_school.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/junior_high.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/elementary_school.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6941530565397737745?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6941530565397737745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6941530565397737745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6941530565397737745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6941530565397737745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-does-your-blog-add-up.html' title='How does your blog Add up?'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R7yn4QunnMI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vj4HAgVLdeM/s72-c/supergenius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2990926918925990779</id><published>2008-02-19T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:20:48.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It was supposed to be a happy little stroll around the block.  The weather was supposed to be nice, clear and warm.  My tummy wasn't supposed to be that hungry either.  But then all of a sudden in the middle of my walk, I see tis weird witch lady sprawled out in front of the noodle place by Diddy Reese, and of course I'm staring.  I mean really, she was uglier than Medusa.  It appears that someone had thrown a large cup of water on her, which was hilarious, but as I got closer I realized that I don't think the large puddle on and beneath her came from any other source than from herself.  As I'm next to this 'situation'  I decided that she either wet herself, or puked all over.  At that point I was so close that her 'ugly' fumes were making my eyes water.  She tried to say something to me, but I actually didn't want to turn to stone, so I ran away.  I only turned to see if she was following me when I was an entire block away.  Around the next turn there was two more bum sightings.  Both were stinking up the sidewalk like you wouldn't believe.  I kept thinking that they were following me for some reason.  It was a close call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we convened our usual JJCC-Home-Evening event.  It was just as splendid as ever.  This week's event was held at Chipotle.  As we got there, right in front, we ran into Matt and Gleidy.  It was funny to see them there, and I asked if they were there to join us for our weekly 'meeting'.  They weren't, they were meeting Gleidy's family (which kind of complicated things cause instead of saving us a table, he stood in line with them, with his food, letting every other little high school dweeb take our spots, so we ended up sitting on a bunch of bar stools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then wound up over at Jeff's for the 'after hang-out'. We snacked on food from last night, which was good, but very rich in chocolate.  I had two bites of this cake he had made, and it was like getting punched in the mouth by Count Choc-u-la.  I mean really!  then it was like a clay brick as I tried to swallow it.  While all that was going on, I had control of the TV tuner, so I was flipping, and flipping, and then stopped on Project Runway.  Ohhh, that Heidi Klum is a dream boat.  But I made them watch it.  It was funny cause after the one episode, they had had more than enough, and were then mad at me for making them sit through it.  It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I painted for a little bit.  My eyes were trying to close the whole time I was sitting there.  I was happy with what I accomplished though.  The mountains have now sprang up and reached the sky, or the sky has come crashing down on the mountains, depending on which way you want to look at it.  The trees were springing to life, the buildings were growing to maturity, and the sea was waving back and forth.  I have now covered all the buildings with roofs, trim, and window's for the most part.  There was an instance where I had to use my scraper brush to clear a way some past transgressions, and refine some wall-roof-window connections too.  It became a bit drastic, but after I started redoing it, it turned out lovely.  I'll tell you though, that the more shadow's I add, the better it looks.  I'm giving myself another week to finish it (tentatively).  But sorry joe and tiff, theres still drying time, framing time, and then shipping time.  All necessary evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Def Leppard right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Lamonica's NY Pizza.  It was a first for me, and I'm sure to go back.  It would also be a good place to have one of our popular JJCCHE's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2990926918925990779?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2990926918925990779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2990926918925990779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2990926918925990779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2990926918925990779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_19.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5379927562335280797</id><published>2008-02-18T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:01:37.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update - Presidents Day Edition</title><content type='html'>(uh... oops, I completely forgot to send this out! my bosses rushed me out of the office to quickly.  My apologies. )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday right after work I was meeting Jeff down at the studios for a movie watching event.  While I was driving down there through the neighborhoods, I passed someone I recognized, it was Cheryl out for a walk.  So I convinced her to join us.  We saw Jumper.  It wasn't bad, entertaining, but the main guy is the worst actor ever.  He shows happiness, sadness, anger, awakeness, and sleepiness all with the same expression! He did the same thing in Star Wars, and utterly ruined the movie for me.  I looked by this horribleness for as long as I could, but by the end, it was over for me.  After the movie my hunger prevailed, and led us over to the nearest IHOP.  It was only after we started looking through the menus that I realized that I had to save myself for my traditional Saturday morning Pancakes.  So I got some sort of Pancake derivation that would still leave my Saturday morning enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I sprang to my feet because I had been waiting for the usual pancake breakfast.  Its deliscious nature was deflated a little bit because of dinner last night.  but to make up for it, I just made twice as many, and doused them in mapley syrup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day inside working on my painting... I mean my brothers painting.  It the work became meticulous and detailed.  I even found myself wondering where to put extra paint.  Most of my frustration came from me thinking about what I 'Should have done' with layering, and colors n such.  I had to go to the store at one point to get a smaller brush even.  I've been slowly finishing the mountains for a while now, and finishing the building facades and their roofs now.  I'm not sure what to do with the plaza yet.  The closer I get to the water though, the more I have the desire to eat seafood.  At one point I had to reference a few pictures I took from the last time I was there in Italy, just to make sure i knew what I was looking at.  All I have to say is that ' the hills are alive with the sound of Brush-strokes'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I got hungry so I left my lair for the second time of the day.  I went to some pizza place on Pico Blvd.  I was on my way down when I ran into Cheryl AnD her parents.  They were going out for Pizza as well! what a coincidence.  We even ended up at the same place.  It was good stuff.  Not as superb as BJ's BBQ Chicken Cake like Pizza, but it was still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit later in the evening, Emily had a 'Mocktail' party (fake-drinking party).  It was fun. Lots of people, and apparently you were supposed to 'dress up' for this event.  Formal event at Greenfield? whatever!  I had a collared shirt on, and didn't you all notice that I actually had pants on?!  The crowning moment is when Danny stood on the hearth and sang Emily a song.  It was frightfully funny.  Loads of good food.  Unfortunately I wasn't hungry for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it had been a while, so I Fought the Battle of My Life for an hour or so too.  I think I'm almost bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was one of the better Church sessions in a while.  We had multiple visitors there, including Dannys parents.  After church a lot of people went to Silvia's baptism.  It was wonderful.  And the treats afterwards were spectacular too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the Venga boys right now.  (Euro pop stuff) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's Diner.  It was actually pretty good, except for half the fries being cooked yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water cooler gossip:  As I walked in to work (9:30ish) everyone said " HE DID IT, its his fault".  then in shortly questioning them, I guess Peter decided to no longer work with us.  I guess he came in this morning early and threw in the towel.  Thats kind of to bad.  I don't think he was treated fairly here, but he may have deserved some of it.  Although I received the accusations jokingly, I think Danny was the actual reason; he was always harsh, rude, or sometimes just mean in their discussions.  But whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Collins went out to lunch with Lynn. Lynn is the new Susan.  They were gone for about 1 hour and 30 minutes.  With the way he talks about girls, he only has one thing in mind 'if you know what I mean' (typical buy).  I don't think we're ready for an office romance.  (its only a matter of time before he screws it up IF that is what it is.)  But I'm getting ready for the potential awkwardness that will ensue, and I plan to make it even more so.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5379927562335280797?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5379927562335280797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5379927562335280797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5379927562335280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5379927562335280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-presidents-day-edition.html' title='Daily Update - Presidents Day Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5286763454158131349</id><published>2008-02-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:02:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It was Valentines Day.  I didn't have anything planned.  Was I supposed to?  I'm a 'free spirit' after all.  I wanted to just go over to 7-11 and get myself something to eat.  My refrigerator was virtually empty, and so many other people go to this 'Kwiki Mart' when they need food, so I decided to too.  I've run into people before when I go there, and today was no different.  I ran into the President of the local Diet Coke Fan club, Ms. Cheryl.  What a coincidence.  We were both hungry, and looking for food, and nothing appealed to either of us, so we decided to join forces and go out to a full fledged restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was some Thai place.  There wasn't to long of a wait for us, cause they knew who I was and gave me the proper respect that I deserved.  While eating I kept asking questions to her about everything I could think of.  It may have gotten a little boring, but I had to keep myself entertained.  After a while she then stopped answering the questions and would then would correct my posture, and etiquette.  It was kind of funny.  I think I broke every rule.  I offered to bring her to a movie with me, but she 'Wasn't feeling well' and so I just took her home.  Not to long after I started not feeling well, so I went home too.  Cupid must have shot me in the stomach with the wrong arrow, or he just punched me there.  That little bastard.  Next time I see him... He's dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while at home, I chatted with Eric, who told me about his latest TV watching escapades.  I now want to watch the show Lost.  It has taken an interesting Jim-like turn (that means its cool and like-able) and now I need to see it for myself.  Then I continued to work on the little wooden dragon puzzle.  Its fun cause its a dragon, and I get to piece it together.  You probably won't understand what it is until I show you, but its super cool none-the-less.  But YES its another Project I started in my spare time; Chris, Kristen, I don't want to hear about it from you, cause I will finish it! So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the chance to paint when Mike was watching TV.  I'm working on finishing the Background right now.  Particularly the mountains.  They area fun thing to hike around it with a paint brush. I'm running out of the fun things to do on this painting I think, and now its getting to be kind of meticulous.  I think I'm just over half way done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fascinating thing I've taken notice to, on TV, is that dumb 'who wants to be a Supermodel' show on Bravo.  Its funny to watch, similar to all the other dumb reality shows I watch, but this one is great cause They all remind me of Derick Zoolander.  At any moment they can start to argue and then challenge each other to a 'Walk-Off'.  Then they get super excited about going to the store to get an Orange Mocha Frappachino.  Honestly, they could be some of the dumbest people alive.  And that makes me feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Queen and GnR right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jose Bernstein's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office Gossip:  Peter isn't here again today.  I wonder if he's really sick, or if he got 'let-go'.  When he left on Tuesday he did sound pretty bad, but you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5286763454158131349?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5286763454158131349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5286763454158131349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5286763454158131349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5286763454158131349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_15.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5093153978777242115</id><published>2008-02-14T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:12:40.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update- Valentines Day Edition</title><content type='html'>Last night right after work I decided to drop by a hockey game.  I hat told a few people about my interests, and so the 5 of us jumped in my car and started driving.  We eventually felt the urge to get off the road, and then turn the corner, and then go around the block, then we happened to find some sort of Ice Arena.  It was like it was drawing us in with a very powerful 'Tractor Beam'.  So I followed my small group into this arena and we sat down and started watching  the legendary sporting event of Hockey.  For the first few minutes the glass was dirty, and the game was scrappy.  I noticed with my Eagle Eye that there was another match just starting in/on another rink, so I wandered over there to investigate.  As the kids were skating around I notice one of them looks familiar.  To my surprise, it was Chris.  I smiled as smugly as possible, as he asked me what we were doing there.  What a coincidence, to run into him at a place like that.  During the game we deliberated and I decided that he has some Canadian, Russian, Croatian, and USA of '88 blood in him (which means hes pretty darn good.)  During the showdown some mongoloid Russian Cheap-shotted him and he went down.  I was not tolerant of behavior like that, so I started yelling to Chris that he should fight this insufferable menace to the Ice.  He didn't though.  Unfortunate, cause I was ready to spring to his defense if needed... and yes, from the stands.  Its good that he didn't cause he probably didn't want the penalty.  And its good that I didn't spring to action, cause I didn't have skates on. (not that it would slow my feet down, but I would use the skate blades as weapons on my hands to scar him permanently all over his body.) So I started yelling things, suggesting that he skate over their ankles a couple of times.  After the match was over he let me hold his sweaty gloves, and then I accidentally touched his sweaty (stinky) helmet.  It was great fun.  Oh, and then I somehow talked Sara into 'loaning' me a dollar for Hot Chocolate, but the stupid machine was broke and didn't take it, so then I had to 'borrow' another dollar from Jessica.  It tasted like hot water with a hint of chocolate being in it at one time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I got home I stayed up talking with Mike.  Then he scolded me for staying up to late, then I him.  We then watched the Food network as I attempted to add life to my painting.  This thing has become like Frankenstein.  The more I add this beautiful luminous paint to it, the more it moves on its own, and talks to me, and shows emotion.  Its starting to have life now too.  Its all about the shadows I tell you.  This time I focused on the vegetation on the close hills.  It was partly an experimentation with color, because some colors bring life to plants as where other colors bring death and confusion.  As I did this the mountainous landscape went from a foreign land to hike in, to a lush hilltop path with places to wanter and hike, and enjoy nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of that my eyes started to close and then I slowly went to bed.  I haven't been able to fight the battle of my life lately.  I hope the arch villain's minions haven't done to much damage in my honorable absence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Sublime right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Noah's bagels.  (at first they tried to give me a burnt looking bagel.  Honestly it looked like a little charcoal briquette.  I told them that I would not accept this as I had paid for, and pointed to a normal looking bagel, and added that I thought that it looked like a giant turd, and I don't eat anything that looks like poo.  So they made me another one, and it was pleasant to the taste. I think that when I said the word 'turd' I made all the customers in line pretty nervous.  it was funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines day everybody.  I bought you all Scooby Doo Valentines, but I didn't get them out in time, so you'll bet them next year for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5093153978777242115?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5093153978777242115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5093153978777242115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5093153978777242115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5093153978777242115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-valentines-day-edition.html' title='Daily Update- Valentines Day Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8072513465571915795</id><published>2008-02-13T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:30:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was the worst and most frustrating trip to Costco EVER!  I have nothing but anger toward them right now! and I can tell you for sure, that their manager will get the nastiest/rudest/ and meanest letter written to him/her as soon as I have a free minute. I was only buying two things.  It seems kind of strange, but thats all I needed.  I of course was the only one in the place with that few of items.  When I got to the front there were only 4 check stands open.  Having sulked for a few seconds, I found the line with the least amount of items to be checked out in it and rushed to the end of it.  So far so good, right?  But no.  I happened to find the line with the most amount of people (4-5 in all)  who didn't speak English or spanish, Didn't have memberships, Didn't have a method of payment, had expired memberships, or they wanted to pay for each of their 20 items separately!!!  How can people be so dumb?!  It is very difficult but I'm really trying to hold back all the racial anger, in case you can't tell. In all actuality I'm not even sure what race they were, only that they should be put to death because their sheer stupidity!  so anyway, other than that, I was in line maybe 10-15 minutes before another checker opened a check stand.  Oh, how nice you say... WRONG!  The person started taking people from the BACK of the line, and in reverse order!  How horrible I tell you.  I was 2 people away from the check stand, and had been for a while, and My TWO freaking items were to scary for the person opening the check-out.  How could my 'almost most favorite' store betray me like this?! Don't they know who I am?! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;div&gt;It was an angry car ride home.  Every driver seemed to be ultra stupid, and it turned more and more violent as I got closer to home.  I was about to go 'Road-Rage' on everyone on the whole of Santa Monica, before I swerved down some side street and stopped.  I got out and had to go for a walk, just to settle down.  When I was out and about, I ran into Cheryl.  Wow, what a coincidence.  She was just on her way to watch TV at her place so I joined her.  Its always funner to watch great shows like American Idol, and Biggest Looser with other people.  My complaints and Finger Pointing mean nothing alone.  It did settle me down to see them and to think better of myself.  Then Ms. Cheryl wasn't feeling well, so I went home to make myself cookies.  It was part of the 'Cooling Down' process.  Then while I was eating those Sugary cookies, Mike was getting my advice on his Absentee ballot.  So I decided to sprinkle my cookies in Red and Blue sugar in his honor.  Then he threatened to write ME in on the ballot.  So for the best interest of the country, I decided to accept his nomination, so the rest of the night I was announcing my platform on which I might run. Cookies at home are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I also took a few minutes to do some painting.  Don't worry Josh, I had my pants on this time.  It went slow.  And when i say slow... I mean  v e r y   s l o w.  every brush stroke was like a reminiscing moment in time, making every brush stroke almost five minutes each.  I would remember that I was hiking along a sunny mountain trail as I saw each building for the first time.  I would remember what flavor of Gelato I was eating as I sat on each of those rocks as I would people watch.  I remembered what food we ate as we sat right on the edge of the water.   Every building in this painting leaves you wondering what is around each corner.  Each time the brush hit the canvas I would see color and light dancing from building to building, just as it would during Carnival.  Each color became alive and wanted to join the party, but I had to tell it NO cause I was trying to reach a goal and dancing color hindered my goal.  Pure frustration I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last Monday I forgot to tell you, but Susan was leaving us, so we had a 'going-away' luncheon for her.  It was quite funny to see everyone at one table, and to notice all the different habits.  It was a nice restaurant here in Westwood.  The bosses like nice places.  But when we all got our food, only one person didn't weight for everyone else to get there food.  Some people would nibble at everything all at once, and lets just say I'm happy I didn't sit next to Peter, who&lt;br /&gt;Collins kept telling everyone how much he loved alcohol too.  And being architects, there wasn't a single person at our table who didn't mention something about the room we were in, either the decorations, walls, ceiling, windows, chandeliers, or whatever.  Its the curse of an architect.  But I will say that I was the only person who climbed up a short wall to pound on the ceiling with my hand to see what it was made of.  Then as any fancy I-tallian restaurant would have, for desert they had three small scoops of ice cream in a saucer.  Most people would take a nibble, but my buddy Peter was scooping up mouthfuls of ice cream at a time, not caring/realizing that those three golf-ball sized scoops of ice cream were for all 15 of us.  Also being fancy Ice Cream, it was melting quickly, so when Pete would sling it from the table to his mouth, it would leave a creamy trail from the saucer to his mouth area.  It was pretty amusing to watch him chow down.  Then when the cake came his way, he didn't think he needed to use a fork or a spoon, so he started poking at this chocolate cake with his fingers!  I don't trust his fingers at all!  Danny, who was sitting next to him handed him a spoon and said 'here'.  Pete was like, 'mumble mumble mumble, no that ok, I like, ah food" or something like that.  and then Danny was like 'NO, seriously use a spoon not your fingers, No one else wants to eat what you've touched!'  So Peter used the spoon to cut the cake in half then used his fingers as ram-rods to shove it into his mouth.  (Work lunches are nice.  They usually last a few hours cause there's so many of us.  This days' was from 12:20-2:50.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to... I'm almost afraid to admit it... Don McLean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Panda Express and the color Blue. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8072513465571915795?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8072513465571915795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8072513465571915795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8072513465571915795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8072513465571915795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_13.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-7699556219275923100</id><published>2008-02-12T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:54:08.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Did you get a chance to see Danny perform his dark rendition of that poem at 'Open Mic Night'?  thats to bad if you didn't.  He added so much dark passion and shady overtones.  It was very eloquent.  Danny gave us a preview Sunday night as we were at Greenfield.  I think he had a point to prove.  His point was rebellion, and he wanted everyone to know that he was in charge at that moment.  I can't remember the name of the poem, but it was dark and sophisticated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before that though, a few of us had the chance to participate in the weekly JJCHE, as mentioned last week.  except this time we had a few more guests which would make it JJJJJCCHE, (as in Jeff-Jim-Josh-Jason-Jessica-Chris-Cheryl Home Evening.) We met up at some pizza place.  It was fun hanging out with all the kids again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked outside today during lunch time, I felt the warm sun brush against my face.  I saw the quietly foggy air.  And I smelled the furiously busy chimneys hard at work, billowing their aroma into the afternoon sky.  Ahhh, almost everything that reminds me of visiting LA as a youth.  The only thing that was missing was the rows and rows of dirty palm trees, and dirty colorful stucco houses.  Some mornings I look for these queues to remind me I'm in LA and not down some 'rabbit hole'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is pretty busy for me lately.  Its kind of exciting, although I HATE deadlines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's Diner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Chris Isaak right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-7699556219275923100?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7699556219275923100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=7699556219275923100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7699556219275923100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7699556219275923100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_12.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4989903783697320152</id><published>2008-02-11T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:24:41.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>On Friday right after work, I rushed over to the paint store to pick up a new shade of Mediterranean-Sea-Green.  There weren't that many options, and when I got there, I had forgotten which colors I already had.  But I found a beautiful color, so I rushed home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to myself making Pancakes on Saturday.  It was a wonderful thing.  I must have subconsciously realized how much of a joy it would be to wake up staring down at pancakes in the frying pan.  Mmmm Mmm Good.  I wish I would do that for myself every Saturday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that I realized that I had to rush out the door for a hair appointment.  I've been going to this place in Westwood village, right next to where I work.  It was recommended to me by Susan.  A Filipino lady cuts my hair, and does a pretty good job of it.  With her funny accent its hard sometimes to understand her yappy stories, so I've just gotten used to nodding my head and saying, "thats cool."  And even more interestingly she remembers me when I come in so I don't have to tell her how to cut my beautiful head of hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost the rest of the day I spend it either Painting, or playing the battle of my life.  I got alot accomplished on both fields.  On my computer game playing I haven't been doing a lot of good for the world.  Just the usual fighting bad guys, and gaining experience, and money, and stuff like that.  On this day it turned out that one of my trainers was in league with the bad guy, so I had to kill him.  I then hunted down the main bad guy and then killed him.  I killed him, but he's not dead exactly.  I'll have to kill him at least one more time before the game is over.   I also found a set of Archon's Battle Armor.  He was an ancient warrior who's strength and dexterity was unmatched against the evil in the times of old.  Now I can be compared with him.  There was also a treasure in the game.  After finding the 6 treasure clues and defeating numerous assassins, I found the spot. The reward was the most deadly Frying Pan you could imagine.  I wielded this Heavy Metal device for only a little while, and although it was fun to smack demons, bandits, and zombies around with it, it did not convey as much damage as the 'Pick Ax Hammer of Death', or my favorite 'Flaming sword of Hatred'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the painting I took a walk along a beautiful sunsetting sunny pathway which lead to the mountains through this quaint little town.  the rich oranges, and glinting yellow's reflecting off of the red buildings brings warmth to ones heart and soul.  I fear that by the end, that it will be to warm of a painting, eventually burning a hole in the wall where it will one day hang.  But I don't think that will be a problem.  Usually there's a cool Mediterranean breeze through towns like these in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Patrick and Collins yack about how good they are at Fussball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Tanino's.  Some fancy I-tallian place.  I'll have to fill you all in on how that was tomorrow though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4989903783697320152?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4989903783697320152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4989903783697320152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4989903783697320152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4989903783697320152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_11.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3069822766526195754</id><published>2008-02-08T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:59:25.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I was like an Arctic Snow Cat last night.  Leaping and hopping from hiding place to hiding place.  There was no actual snow on the ground, but it was sure cold enough to be.  The coldness had confused my senses.  There were alot of other little woodland creature out and about too.  I felt bad for them all cause they were feeble and weak.  Unlike me.  I was in Australia though.  Running around the Aboriginal Hilltops like Mic Dundee once had.  My energy levels were drained from when before I started.  I hadn't eaten any thing except my morning donut and afternoon Jamba Juice.  But that was no hindrance, I still completed a handful of miles, better than any of the other muskrats there at the time.  I did realize though how much of a drain taking 2 months off had become.  So now I have to fix it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speaking of Jamba Juice, did I tell you yesterday that the dude at the counter who was helping me was a little to nice.  and in stead of a 16 oz. drink he personally made me a 24 oz drink.  If I see him there again, I might not be able to go back there in fear of a dude trying to flirt with me more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of the Chinese New year, I went to Hop Woo.  Ohhhh that place is so great!  As I was weighting in line to order Cheryl of all people came in to order too! Wow, what a coincidence.  So we got something, and then went back to her place to watch some show; I think it was called 'Confusion', or 'Annoyance', or was it called 'Lost'... ya, i think that was it, it was 'Lost'.  Ya, thats what we watched.  It was only OK cause the bald guy kept killing people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after TV time, I went home and Mike was watching Man Vs. Wild.  I couldn't help it, but to help him watch it with him and reminisce about Boy Scouts and camping.  They don't teach you about carving out a Camel to make a shelter.  or about drinking liquid poo.  Or about eating maggots.  It might be useful one day I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to Man vs Wild, I decided to paint a little bit.  I've promised myself I would, in order to keep it going.  If I fall into break mode, or drag it on, I might not meet my third deadline for this project.  I have so many other projects to do after this one.  So this time I constructed the sidewalks in the foreground.  They were a warm rendition of a salty sandstone quarried from the Italian Tuscan Hilltop towns.  The sunlight hitting each stone hints to you that its later in the evening, giving you an emotional hug.  The Stone path looks welcoming, but I'll still have to add highlights later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Rage Against the Machine right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Nature's Way Cafe.  It was super healthy.  A little to much so in fact.  Lunch was hosted by C &amp;amp; K, the ucla girls.  It was a place.  I knew of it, but I'd never gone as far as to venture in there.  But it was OK.  I felt out of place by not wearing Tie-Dye in there, or being Asian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3069822766526195754?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3069822766526195754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3069822766526195754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3069822766526195754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3069822766526195754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_08.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1561107222044595262</id><published>2008-02-07T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:22:31.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update, Chinese New Years Edition</title><content type='html'>Today is the beginning of the Year of the Rat, according to the Chinese Zodiac.  Do don't forget to celebrate by lighting firecrackers and eating chinese food.  Hmmm, what a good idea.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today walking thru Westwood village I noticed an unusual amount of bums.  I know I've spoken to this fact before, but i thought it was again noteworthy enough to mention again.  When going to lunch, I passed two of them who I think were asking for money, but they were doing it in almost a whisper voice.  I assumed that they were going to ask for money, but I didn't actually hear them.  I saw their lips move when people were near them, and when people were not near them, so then I must assume that they were talking to  themselves, right?  Some bums are loud and obnoxious when asking for money, and are even belligerent when you turn them down.  So, because I didn't actually hear them ask, I didn't acknowledge them.  Next I was walking and then before I saw them, it smelled like 'Paris' (filthy urine- in case you haven't been there). I saw the guy and he looked like he had been playing in a toilet.  On the way back from lunch similarly I saw some bum who was sitting like Jabba the Hut on a bench, talking to himself, and I really felt like helping him.  But my help would have been me getting the local firemen to hose him off with the Fire Hose.  I really think he would have felt better after that high powered shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I happily watched the last of the American Idol auditions.  Now it will get boring cause most of the people are already good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to 'Toy Sawyer' right now, read by some hill-billy.  I don't know why I'm subjecting myself to such torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack time was sponsored by Rite Aid's Ice cream booth, and hosted by Collins and Patrick from work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1561107222044595262?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1561107222044595262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1561107222044595262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1561107222044595262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1561107222044595262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-chinese-new-years-edition.html' title='Daily Update, Chinese New Years Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2348941787036122909</id><published>2008-02-06T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:40:02.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Right after work last night, I wandered over to the ucla Dental Clinic.  Dr. Plewe needed victims for his dental Exam's.  As far as I knew it, he just had to so many hours of weird things.  But it turned out that he was looking specifically for cavities to fill, so he x-rayed my Pearly Whites and searched, and searched, and searched, but no such luck  by the Ry-guy.  I was to diligent in my dental hygiene.  I was quick to point out that I was probably the only person in there to have accomplished something in the field of Dentistry, namely I have earned my Dentistry Merit Badge in Boy Scouts! Yes, thats right.  So I liberally told him to look at all the 'technical terms that I knew'.  I got a couple of laughs and a couple of stares from the dozens of other students and patients in there.  In the dental school its a wide open space, like an office full of cubicals, so maybe 10 cubicals per aisle, and 5-6 aisles per room, with a bunch of rooms per floor, and many floors per building.  I kind of surprised Ryan when I loudly announced, that "I didn't want to take my pants off again , cause it made me 'uncomfortable'."  He laughed, as I felt many eyes look at my back from the rest of the room.  When he was trying to X-ray my mouth I was always curious as to what would happen if I resisted his efforts.  Yes, a dentists nightmare.  I then informed him I would only go through with it if he first X-rayed my hand flipping 'the bird'.  But he didn't go along with it.  So I then started using the x-ray machine as a lazer pistol, and I would shoot the space aliens that were just outside the window.  I also asked him not to "x-ray my genitalia any more" (I did this very loudly cause we were in a side room.)  Then I sat still for 5 minutes.  Then I tried to convince him that it was better to x-ray someone if they were upside down, then tried to show him the best method for doing that as I attempted a handstand in the chair. With a little more shinaigins we finally finished and went upstairs to develop the x-rays.  On the trek up stairs I made sure to announce to everyone that we had important documents and asked everyone to step aside.  I had latex gloves on so I looked official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the film was developing I tried to get one of the other students to marry him while she was walking by, but luckily for Ryan, I don't think she spoke English very well.  After it had developed it took him 20 minutes to clean something up before we left.  I don't know why I waited.  The area where we were was pretty messy and un-clean.  If that was an actual dentists office I would have complained about the dirtiness.  I'm sure USC isn't as messy as ucla.  OH, and after the x-rays Ryan decided he needed to prod around my mouth with a mirror and Scalers.  For a dentist he was much to gentle.  I'm much more vigorous on myself, and I'm a wuss when it comes to that.  It was like he was brushing by my incisors with a feather.  My old dentist would have one or two of the hygienists come in and hold me down so he could get a running start for crying out loud.  He was a guy who would use his whole body weight to prod around my mouth.  My how times have changed I guess.  But I was much obliged to help Ryan out with some encouraging screams, so in between poking me, I would blurt out "OUCH" or "oHH that HURTS".  I think when he laughed, they were laughs that were hoping the instructors didn't come over to investigate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home and ate Capt'n Crunch for dinner and watched TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Socko's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to KC &amp;amp; The Sunshine Band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2348941787036122909?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2348941787036122909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2348941787036122909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2348941787036122909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2348941787036122909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update_06.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4974728509474229338</id><published>2008-02-05T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:06:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update: 'Super Tuesday' Edition</title><content type='html'>Yes, thats right.  Right now, at this moment I am a powerful person, and it is because I have already Voted.  I won't go as far as Evan's Blog as to endorse a particular candidate yet, but I will say that I wore my NRA t-shirt to the Polls!  It bothered a few people, but They're not allowed to campaign within 100 feet of the polling place, so they couldn't try to argue with me, because that would be considered 'Campaigning', so I had them beat.  And when they tried following me to my car, turns out that I had parked within that 100 feet radius.  And both I and they knew this because 'someone' had strategically placed chalk distances on the ground leading up to my automobile, and my car door was only 86' from the Polling door, so I smiled at them as I drove off.  So now I proudly wear my 'I voted' Sticker.  And I did that all right when I got up, before work, and I was actually on time today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I didn't quite make it to FHE.  But instead a few of us went to what I now call 'JJHE', or 'JJCEE'.  Which is 'Jim-Jeff-Chris Event Evening'.  It was great.  So we were going to El Cholo for mexican food.  On the way over we ran into Cheryl, and we talked her out of going to 'Speed-dating' and into 'Getting Food' with the guys.  Danny came with too, which made it a well rounded evening.  The second we got there, Jeff started 'working his magic' with the much younger hostesses.  Enough so to the point of the rest of us just walking away, so we didn't 'interfere'.  I had to go back a minute after he was 'done' and put our group on the list.  The food was just as good as the place downtown.  We spent the whole time gossiping about everyone that we knew... but NO ONE that reads this, so you are safe :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then even later in the evening, I went over to Fairburn to help Bethany learn German.  In her quest to learn every language on the planet, I figured it was the least I could do to help her out and since I have a masterful knowledge of the language, I was indeed the best person to help her.  It was difficult to teach her at this moment, although needed, because she had just come back from the twitterpating Speed Dating experience, also due to the late hour, and she normally goes to bed I think at 8pm and it was 9pm when I got there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a brief moment to work on The Painting again last night.  I was still interested in exploring the color Blue, so I continued with that theme, and dove right into the water, just like I had literally done last September when I was there.  Oh it was so cool/cold.  The paint brought back the salty taste in my mouth, it brought back the physical exhaustion from having hiked all day, and it also brought back the memories of Ryan's I-talian Beach Babe 'friends'.  As my brush would flow up and down, I could also feel myself wading in the clear crystal blue water all over again.  For a minute there, I even had to fend off the annoying sea gulls from diving into the gently painted water and smearing it.  The lush blues, and the avid green hues are enough to take your breath away.  Its not near complete, but its a good first step for the water.  After I I'll probably end up re-doing the water as the last step like I normally do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work today I was talking with Collins, and apparently he had a 'Big Bertha' story times 2 at his party!  We joked all about how funny it was for most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Flogging Molly right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4974728509474229338?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4974728509474229338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4974728509474229338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4974728509474229338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4974728509474229338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-super-tuesday-edition.html' title='Daily Update: &apos;Super Tuesday&apos; Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4118556145631815950</id><published>2008-02-04T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:31:02.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update: SuperBowl Edition</title><content type='html'>I really had no preferences, but I decided that it was easier to like the underdog, the Giants.  The most exciting part, besides the food, was me taunting the actual players.  If you weren't there, Its going to be hard to repeat some of the great things that came out of my mouth, but lets just say Gisele Bundchen was hit hardest, and Payton Manning, second.  There were a good number of people there at Greenfield.  Everyone brought a few snacks just like we had asked, so there was a decent amount of food.  Thinking with my stomach, the second I got to Greenfield I started warming up my Hot-Wings, cooking pizza's and prepping food (chips and salsa), but it was a little difficult with one Huge roadblock.  I can't really remember her name, so lets just call her Big Bertha.  Bertha was informed that we were having a party weeks ago, but that didn't stop her from using an entire oven exclusively for HER dinner (a whole turkey it seemed like).  Did she share? NO.  Did she get in the way of MY guests so they couldn't eat OUR food? YES!  Did she pig-out on most of OUR party food? Most likely.  Did I want to choke her in public? Kind of.  (I must add that she was there, but isn't truly one of the Greenfield girls.  And don't ask, cause I'll never mention who it was.  But if you were there, you will know of whom I speak).  Then another 'Best' part was how we bet on the outcome of the game.  They called it 'squares', which I'd never heard of before, but the winner was to receive a Kiss from Sara!  So, as you can imagine, we were all ecstatic to see that My Man Danny won!  So Every camera in the place was pulled out, as everyone in the room pushed the two together.  Chris snapped the most priceless picture of the two in action.  (Look for it soon on Sara's Blog.)  Then when it was all over, I rodeo'd a bunch of people into helping cleanup.  It went well, until I noticed the entire case of carrots Bertha had peeled into the sink, clogging it thoroughly.  Then when I was going to pull something out of the fridge, three Tupperware containers of red tomato catchup stuff flung out, splashing to the floor and hitting Everything in the fridge on the way.  It wouldn't have been a problem if the Lids had actually been placed on these containers either.  It wouldn't have made me angry if they had been thrown out when they had expired,cause they were all moldy.  In an angry manner I then took it upon myself to start cleaning their fridge.  If I didn't think they would use it in the next 5 days, it got thrown out!  Oh it was such a mess, and in more ways than one.  But it wasn't Sara's or Emily's or Kim's fault, I'll tell you that right now.  OH, and another thing. I'm blaming Bertha for this thing I found in the sink.  whatever it was it almost made Laurel puke, and after I left, I honestly considered stopping at Chevron to wash my had in Gasoline to get rid of the smell!  It was that bad! but she left this bucket of rotten/spoiled goulash crap in the sink, with foil on top.  I don't know why I cleaned it up.  I should have put it under her bed with the rest of her dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back to Friday, I had a coupon for Cold Stone and I was hoping to use it before I settled in to watch TV. So I go down to the store on Pico, and I ran into Cheryl.  What a funny coincidence.  So after we got our Cold Stone Delights we took advantage of the marvelous invention of TV.  I slowly nursed my Cold Stone- Ghirardelli Chocolate rocky-road ice cream down for the rest of the night. Oh, it was  so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was indeed a complicated and adventurous day.  I woke up early due to Jeff calling me 5 times in a row.  He wanted to see if I was going to the 10am Funeral-Fireside at the church.  I told him I was content on NOT going and would go to Costco instead, so he volunteered to come with me.  I slowly got up, but couldn't bring myself to leave the house before I made myself Pancakes:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did take a few minutes to fight the Battle of My Life this day and I did quite well at it too.  I have achieved the level of 'Legendary Sell-caster Paladin'.  That's because I'm a super-terrific Magical Knight in Shining armor.  I have also acquired a new sword.  Its called 'The Tear of Avo', Avo being one of the fictitious deity in the game of course.  It is very powerful, but it isn't quite as powerful as the Sword of Solace that I have already acquired and that I've have been hacking evil creatures to pieces for some time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that. In the afternoon Eric needed a ride to the airport for a standby flight to Hawaii.  Last I had heard, he missed the original flight for an audition, but then he was calling to make sure he could show up late for the stand-by spot, and they told him on the phone that the flight was now full!  Oh boy.  There were two more flights out of LA, and I think he just decided to show up and work his 'charm' with the girls at the counter, rather than over the phone.  As I drove him to the airport I reviewed the situation and I was giving him advice on how to lie or 'sweet talk' the people there.  I mean, really, this was Hawaii on the line.  When it came down to it, it was just a pep-talk about him being the best actor ever, and this was the audition he had been training for his whole life; Sob-stories, dramatic excuses, and even mentioning 'there was a funeral thismorning' (pres. Hinckley's; just don't mention that it was broadcast from SLC, or that he didn't go) were all suggested.  And if that failed, change tactics, and just go to a different counter.  There are enough employees at an airline to accommodate maybe 20 different 'trys', if you know what I mean.  But then he finally made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel Had a birthday party over the weekend.  I showed up a little late, but then again, Ryan TOLD everyone to show up late.  Apparently its a 'game' when it comes to telling people when to show up to a party.  He is the Worst when it comes to showing up to an event.  You could tell him the plane leaves at 12 noon on the dot, and he'll wonder why it left already at 12:45.  Have you ever heard the phrase 'Mormon Standard Time'.  It wasn't coined by Mormons.  Do you know what CPT stands for.  (If not, I'll hint that I heard it from a Black friend of mine.)  Its not just Mormons that show up late.  Its everybody!  Especially people who see no strong reason to be social.  They don't want to 'start' the party.  They simply want to show up for 45 minutes and see what was going on, just to say they were there, then leave cause they have 5 other parties to make appearances at.  Bah Humbug I guess.  I personally don't like being late, but I still understand that people are late once in a while, and some people are much more lax than I am.  But come on ryan, get yourself a watch that keeps Real-time, not 'Ryan-time'.  but enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by D'Amore's Pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what I listened to all day.  Its kind of a blur.  sorry.  probably talk radio though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4118556145631815950?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4118556145631815950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4118556145631815950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4118556145631815950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4118556145631815950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-superbowl-edition.html' title='Daily Update: SuperBowl Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-625787225134658706</id><published>2008-02-01T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:30:01.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It was cold.  It was dark.  But somehow my running shoes had been strapped on, and I was standing at the starting line of the Australian Outback race track.  I don't remember getting there, only being there.  The winds were high, and the lights were low.  It was night time after all.  There were the usual people running about as well.  Only one or two people there could run fast er than I.  That always makes me feel good about myself.  The Blond-Lightning Phenomena was also there, lighting the way for all the rest to see.  It was very cold.  I thought global warming was supposed to be a factor in the world today, but this night has changed my mind about that.  (I haven't seen all those activists around lately either.)  But it felt like I was rushing straight toward the highest peak in Antarctica.  Most of the wind was from me moving faster than my surroundings rather than the wind pushing me back like the previous day in the Urals.  I felt like an Arctic Zebra like Cat, rushing forward with zeal like never before.  It was a bit short lived though.  Only two miles were accomplished.  The elements and the long winter nap have taken much of my strength from me as of late.  But that is something I must overcome shortly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the resurfacing of some show called 'lost'.  Its the kind of show that makes you 'lost' after having watched it.  A big group of us watched it over at Kami's.  Little did I know that shoing up 3 minutes late would get my ass chewed out by about 12 angry people! I mean they were serious about watching this show.  I guess I had never fell victim to the optical heroine that they all had.  As soon as the show started I decided to make comments, but OOPS! that was another scolding moment for jim to recieve, along with two pillows thrown at me, one slap on the arm, and some unidentifyable food item.  I think it was hurled at me from the depths of someones inner digestive track, but I didn't look further into it as it slowly creeped down the wall behind me moments later.  I mean, this show just makes you wonder more and more about what they are up to.  And if you don't see it from the start, I guess you don't care at all, like me:)  My Man Danny was also there observing it for the first time.  It was unfortunate that he and I, as well as Chris and Mike weren't allowed to make comments.  I mean, that would have made it a super great show I tell you!  Maybe next time guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that episode, I rushed off to Scott's After Birthday Party.  I had missed the birthday party due to running. But it wasn't JUST running, but it was running night, and I was only told that a bunch of kids were going out to dinner AS I was getting in the car to go.  Sure it was special that Scott invited me, which was weird cause not only does he never go 'Out', but to invite ME to dinner was most generous of him.  So after my run I found out that it was for a Birthday dinner, and only then I remembered that Jeff warned me about this last week.  So I stopped by to say Hi and to wish him well.  As usual I found Scott and Plewe Zombying the couch up, taking all the ESPN in that they could, before overload.  How Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;We got a new girl in the office today.  She's replacing Susan.  Susan is apparently going back to the Philippines.  Apparently America is a little to fast paced and luxurious for her.  Thats to bad, cause she was always laughing at work.  I don't exactly know why, but she was the one who would laugh at ANYthing I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to One Man Army right now.  They're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's.  Today at Marvin's, the Racist Stan was pushing the Marvin's employees for their rent check.  The Employees said their boss was just in a bad car wreck and is in the hospital.  Stan didn't seem to care, and still kept threatening them, and talking down to them.  I'm sure the two little Mexican Fellas who work there could take the greedy and unforgiving Stan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-625787225134658706?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/625787225134658706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=625787225134658706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/625787225134658706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/625787225134658706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5459019399501038128</id><published>2008-01-31T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:07:30.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I brought my own paper bag to Stans Donuts yesterday morning.  I felt like a bum for doing it, but it was my little effort to help save the Earth.  Lets face it, I go there enough that I started feeling bad about throwing all those paper bags away, so I started saving them, and I figured that I could use them for something useful one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night when I got home from work, I resisted the urge to go running for a while, but it finally overtook me.  I rushed out the door with my running shoes, and J-pod on.  I didn't have the nerve to greet the Australian Outback, so I simply went on a tour of what seemed like the Ural Mountains.  It was all up hill, and very cold and very windy.  It was vicious at the peak, and I thought I'd even blow away for a minute.  But I stove on into the wild.  It was to cold to run into any wildlife this time, so it was just the elements I had to endure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from lunch I saw some bum stumble behind some Newspaper stand, and start peeing into his starbucks cup.  It was quite odd, in fact kind of scary.  Because I was walking by at such a brisk pace, I want to assure you that I didn't see 'Bum Wiener', but I saw him position the cup and go for 'IT'.  Being a guy I simply know the process of motions in certain situations like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the painting last night that I had been planning to start for the last 550 days.  Yes, Happy wedding day Joe and Tiff.  I've finally begun.  Sorry its been so long, but I've had a lot of stuff to do!  I have a full social calendar after all, as well as many Battles of my Life.  I have mainly started with the blue blue sky for now.  I wasn't mentally ready for the intensity that the other colors would offer.  I had to study the image I had sketched onto the canvas for a while to reacquaint myself with it, and even practice certain complex brush stroke techniques that I learned when studying in Italy.  As the brush grazed the canvas for the first time it was like month of ideas all coming out at once.  It was like the canvas was patting me on the back and having a lovely discussion with me.  As my brush would stroke up and down I could hear the waves of the quaint I-tallian town that I once follicked in.  As the brush stroked from side to side, I could hear the annoying squawk of seagulls, accompanied with the briskly cool sea air.  As I started painting again, I was upset to see that my paints didn't get along in my absence, as the Rosy Red was punctured by the Lime Green, and squirted all over the yellows.  And I didn't have all the blues that I thought I did.  So I'll need to go to the store soon to fix that, then re-touch the blue sky portion with a new vibrancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have that much time to fight the battle of my life last night.  I did find a new weapon though.  I already told you about the Dollmaster's Mace that I found in a treasure chest that emits lightning and fear.  Well, now I have found new weapon.  Its lighter than the mace, and it glows green, as if made from a green obsidian stone.  Its also disburses an electric lighting-a-rific charge when its struck against my enemys.  Wow, with my arsenal, I am truly powerful in the Battle of my Life.  I can't wait to Fight again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Adam Sandler right now.  Not my finest moment, but the tunes are on shuffle, and thats what came up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5459019399501038128?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5459019399501038128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5459019399501038128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5459019399501038128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5459019399501038128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_31.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1552432414017052716</id><published>2008-01-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:24:25.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I had to work late last night.  There's lots to do in the world of Architecture right now.  Well, its not JUST architecture, its my world of architecture, with emailing, online shopping, internet research, snack getting, defending the universe, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I stuffed my face full of gourmet homemade spaghetti. Then I was going to work up the courage to dust off the ol running shoes, and hit the track, but it was a little to cold for my fragile frame at that moment.  And I had just had a lot of pasta.  So I didn't go.  I happened to be walking around the neighborhood after that and I ran into Cheryl who happened to be out and about too.  She reminded me that I was missing two of my most favorite TV shows: Biggest Looser, and American Idol.  How could I miss the two shows that give me self confidence?!  So we met up at her place to watch them.  It was either watch that, or political coverage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny-from work is talking on the phone with someone right now.  I'm sitting 4.5 desks away and it really seems like he's yelling at a football team; Yelling to the point of me wanting to plug my ears.  I don't like hearing Loud things, especially people talking, and even more especially when its a stupid conversation about how dumb the contractors are.  Maybe I should send him an email, describing what an 'Indoor Voice' is, and that he should try to use it when in my presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had dreams of chasing a BBQ chicken Pizza for hours, until I caught it, then as I attempted to chew on it, I woke up and realized that I was gnawing on my pillow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out again, but Hosted this time by Mz. Kamilla Kipper Yaden.  Thanks Kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Jerry Seinfeld right now.  He's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1552432414017052716?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1552432414017052716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1552432414017052716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1552432414017052716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1552432414017052716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_30.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5459360444950624105</id><published>2008-01-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:45:03.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the 'Daily Update' Address</title><content type='html'>So the official Presidential State of the Union Address last night.  I only saw bits and pieces of it, but it only made sense to me as I was watching it with Mike late at night, loaded full of sugar.  We of course add our own little commentary as it went on and on and on, and during all the clapping we would unravel the true meanings of each political sentence spoken.  It was sad to reach every true meaning because they were diluted with double meanings and lies.  My favorite part of the speech was when George W was walking out of the big Senate room, and every republican was rushing up to him and having him sign their Programs, or copies of the speech, or whatever it was.  Just like kids in a candy store, or roadies at a rock concert... (or like Emily and John Mayor perhaps.)  My second most favorite thing about State of the Union addresses is how after every sentence either Republicans or everybody will start clapping or stand up and start clapping.  You could take a 20 minute speech and make a 90 minute Address out of it with all that clapping!  Imagine how that would work in Church.  Besides making it political, it would make people pay attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The 'State of the Union' address made me think, "Wow, its been about a year since most of my Daily Update friends have been getting emails.  How fun, (or maybe how questionably annoying)"  I don't even remember exactly how it all got started.  Well, OK, I kind of remember (It all started with me being super bored at work, and sending Trisha funny emails.)  But my-oh-my how the daily emails/(blog) has changed.  Now I don't even know who reads it anymore.  And every time someone would tell me that they are a subscriber (read it), I would get self-conscious about what I write and then edit down the 'content'.  The last time, and maybe most notable editing job, was when realized that my Parents started asking me questions about it.  I wonder who told them about it, JOE?!  I guess it was just one of your ways to tell mom how to read my mind.  Oh well I guess.  So I have a few fun ideas that I plan to re-use in the next little bit with the Daily Update, and also I'm going to actually follow through with posting pictures more.  I take a lot of them after all.  It will hopefully add that little bit of Pizazz that will keep people hooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night, a few of us planned an alternate FHE activity last night.  We went to BJ's to eat BBQ Chicken Pizza and Pazookies!  Ohhh, it was so good.  We discussed many important topics.  Jeff was there so there was a good amount of gossip that was either discussed or clarified.  Cheryl was there so there was a few good discussions about TV and the writers strike.  and Chris and I were there, so we started discussing the details of the Super Bowl party thats taking place this Sunday right after church over at Greenfield.  (you all are invited by the way.  Just bring something to eat with.)  Oh the pizza there is so good!  Its the beautiful child of a birthday cake, and a Blue Ribbon winning Chicago style Pizza.  No incubator needed here, they used a BBQ grille to raise their kid.  Then an oven, Now my stomach.  I hope they keep making more kids, cause I plan to keep going back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the last little bit of Jesus the Christ right now on audio book.  Its taking forever, and getting kind of boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5459360444950624105?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5459360444950624105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5459360444950624105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5459360444950624105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5459360444950624105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/state-of-daily-update-address.html' title='State of the &apos;Daily Update&apos; Address'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-389166423710245494</id><published>2008-01-28T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:39:58.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DU</title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty eventful.  It all started with Sara's Birthday Party on Friday, right after work.  Originally she was going to have a 'Cuddle Party' but then had to back out of it cause each of the 20 girls invited wanted to 'Cuddle' with DanO.  (You can read all about her side of the story at her blog) (but its still in dispute whether or not she/they were serious about going).  So we/they went for Sushi instead; followed by a lovely gathering at Greenfield.  We had Birthday Pie.  We played the Wii.  We socialized and ate food.  It was the usual grand ol time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the Wii that I've started NOT liking is that it has this 'Wii Fitness Test' and for some reason Sara and the crew think its the greatest thing to have me do this fitness test where the results will tell me how old I should be.  I played it a few days ago and after playing three different Wii sports, it told me that I was 66 years old.  Now, thats simply not correct.  So on Friday night Sara had me do this again.  They had me do it without any warm up time at all either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, On Saturday morning (after my pancake breakfast) I get an email from my Credit card company telling me that they suspended my account due to suspicious activity.  Well, I was annoyed because of all the weird stuff with my bank as of late.  I figured it was another phishing scheme, but I thought I'd still check it out.  So I tried to log on to my bank account; but it wouldn't work!  Again, another point of frustration.  After two more tries, I broke down and just called the company.  They immediately told me that my account had been suspended, it was a legitimate email, and there was suspicious activity on my account, namely Someone in Barcelona went on a shopping spree with my Credit Card number.  The Indian on the phone read back the last 10 purchased I made with my card, which were all lunch time purchases made here in Westwood Village.  So obviously I was unable to make a quick trip to Spain in less than 24 hours myself (the time between lunch-time purchases here in Westwood).  It took a few more minutes, but they fixed the whole thing, so now tonight I'll go back through, just to make sure all purchases are legit.  A worthwhile hassle.  So the Moral of the story is to check your Credit Card Bills, and to be super-extra careful when traveling in Italy or Spain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent most of the morning Fighting the Battle of my life.  Don't worry friends.  The world is indeed a safer place now that I have been roaming the countryside with my magical powers and legendary weaponry fighting, talking, hacking, and bulldozing my way to success.  I have found a way to barter with local merchants to the point of me trading large amounts of produce and precious stones and quickly earning large amounts of gold.  The gold allows me to buy huge fancy expensive weapons that can cut through magical armor of evil-doers very easily.  I just bought a sword who's name escapes  me at the moment, but Its something like 'Avo's Starscreamer'.  Not to be confused with 'Avo's Tear', which is its younger brother.  So by Saturday Afternoon I was able to expose the Mayor of Bowerstone as a fraud, set an innocent prisoner free, Defend the village of 'Knothole Glade', and buy two houses in different cities.  Its quite an accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night I was out walking around town and I coincidentally ran into Cheryl.  Neither of us were doing anything, so we decided to hang out.  But we also hung out with some Married friends of ours.  We went to one of the many Thai Food places on Westwood Blvd. for dinner.  Later, we played board games with Steve and Britt late into the night.  It was fun.  One of the games was a 'boys vs. girls' game where it would test our knowledge of the opposite sex.  Wow, there's a lot I don't know about both guys and girls stuff.  Luckily I was partnered with Steve and he took care of answering most of the questions, as I just sat there looking pretty.  But as soon as I get a free minute, I'm going to start brushing up on my sports trivia... (ya, right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday night we were able to talk Jeff into making Pineapple Upside-Down Cake.  Wow, was it good.  Good Job by Master Chef Jeff again.  It was a lovely short evening, almost every single girl who came brought their knitting/crocheting/sewing gear with so It was like a girl party, but ESPN was on the TV so we got our testosterone fill from that, so it all balanced out.... for the most part.  So the night was short (at Jeff's) because I had promised to pick Kristen up from the airport at 10:30.  Then it was Southwest, so there was of course a delay.  Then it is LAX, so there were naturally other delays.  So I finally picked her up from the terminal by 12am.  I was going to give her grief about it (just to be funny) but then I quickly remembered that I owed her numerous Airport favors, something like 20 trips to the airport or so, and a few of which were at painfully early hours, so I had no room to complain, so I did it happily with a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jose Bernstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to The Pointer Sisters right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-389166423710245494?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/389166423710245494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=389166423710245494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/389166423710245494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/389166423710245494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/du.html' title='DU'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5786112739137031423</id><published>2008-01-25T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:01:51.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It was a rough day.  My lunch break was cut super short.  No time left to sit and draw, or look through magazines, or go to best buy, or just to loiter.  It was cut short cause I was a little late getting to work.  And when I say 'a little' I actually mean a  lot.  I woke up at 11am.  Ya, thats right, 11am.  and Yes, They want us there by 9am.  I don't know if I'm allowed to blame my alarm clock, or myself.  I don't think I've been ready to run out the door so quickly in my life, thats for sure.  Then on the other hand, I didn't think the streets would be so busy at that hour.  The overcast weather made it seem like it was still 8 or 9am.  Therefore it must have been the weather's fault that I slept late!  I that that weather.  One day I'll get it!  I'll start this weekend by lighting a pile of tires on fire.  That will show it who's boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting up late, I was also forced to stay up late.  I had borrowed a DVD from Plewe.  The 3rd Pirates of the Carribean.  Turns out its a three hour movie.  They usually don't last that long.  I had decided to watch it last night after running to Hop Woo for Dinner.  Hop Woo is kind of far away for my liking, so they are added to the 'Their fault' list.  My stomach and I consulted for a little bit, and we made the decision to go there for dinner after working a little later than normal.  So I guess it was 'Works' fault after all.  So it doesn't matter if I was late to work, cause Work kept me late the night before.  OK, now I don't feel so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny in my office is going to some Golf tournament tomorrow.  He's talking it up as if its the coolest Rock-Concert in the world.  Oh... I just heard him say, 'wicked' into the phone as a response to someone else comment.  Now he's laughing like a frenchman.   Oh, the fun continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's.  It was a bit better from last time.  They only have one guy working there it seems.  He's decent, unlike those other flagrants.  Todays Cheeseburger was the first time I've tasted pickles on their burgers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Marcy Playground right now.  Its a little weird.  Its been a super long time since I've dawned these sounds on my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5786112739137031423?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5786112739137031423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5786112739137031423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5786112739137031423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5786112739137031423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_25.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8648229389666654722</id><published>2008-01-24T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:24:33.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I turned my Bulk email inbox back on.  Before then 'Bulk/potentially Spam Emails simply went straight to oblivion.  But after turning it back on, I'm getting an annoying 3-4 trashy emails an hour.  And when I say 'Trashy' I mean stuff I don't want to see.  Not necessarily Smut, but ad's too.  Every time I open my account I see that someone has taken the time out of their day to write me a lovely note, so I click on it to find out more, and notice that its just weird crap in Polish, or Yugoslavian, or something.  So this morning I notice that I had received an email from my own address, but advertising a frivolous online pharmacy.  I was in shock.  I shouldn't have received something from my account that I did not send!  I emailed my dad and asked him  his assessment of the situation.  He assured me that it was nothing.  But still worried I still changed my passwords to... something else.  You thought I was about tell you didn't you :)  Not so my friends.  I don't know who's listening.  But I will tell you that my password was changed to something more complicated.  Namely a 30 digit series of non-sequential numbers, un-repeating letters, and a plethora of random meaningful symbols.  I also have put in a request with my email provider for longer passwords.  I have used every single significant letter/number/symbol that I would remember, and then combined them.  My ideal password would be 58 characters long.  You know, for maximum difficulty/secrecy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collins, my desk neighbor, and I were talking earlier about nerdy stuff like spamming people, and emailing.  He's a pretty smart kid.  And to top it all off, he sends us all funny emails during the day.  He used to test video games for a job.  How cool is that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a good amount of time Fighting the battle of my life last night.  The world is a little safer this day because of the late night hard work that I've done.  Rest in peace friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Harry Connick Jr. right now.  Its a little weird, I know.  But otherwise I've listened to Every single Guns N Roses song ever released today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Papa Johns BBQ Chicken and Bacon Pizza, Kristen's Brownies, the Color Gray, and the number 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8648229389666654722?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8648229389666654722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8648229389666654722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8648229389666654722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8648229389666654722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_24.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2783350255632122916</id><published>2008-01-23T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:20:46.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily UPdate</title><content type='html'>Today at work I was showing my Gingerbread Castle pictures to Collins and Susan.  Collins was super duper impressed.  Susan thought I was just that much more immature than before.  I responded by telling her that 'She was immature and childish'.  She then asked me my age.  I informed her that it was none of her business, and not relevant to the conversation. She then rolled her eyes and then went back to her own business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roof is leaking in my office again.  Yes, that means its raining again, and has been for at least 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better today.  It was made obvious to me when I found myself sleeping in and being late for work, just like usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night something Bad/Good happened.  I had ordered a new video game via this thing called the internet, and it arrived last night.  I rushed to my computer as I strapped my Nerdy hat on.  (is it possible to say 'I rash to...' instead of 'I rushed to...'?)  I installed, and then started the intro for The Battle Of My Life, that is about to come in the following weeks.  Don't worry, you'll hear all about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn away from that by American Idol and then Biggest Looser.  Those shows' are great.  They both make me feel good about myself for all the wrong reasons.  At the same time Cheryl was making cookies.  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's again.  I'm so jealous of Jill who can have Crown Burgers anytime she wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the cars rush through the rain, and water dropplets pound against the bottom of one of many trash cans that we have laying around our office.  Yes, the roof leaks in an Architects office.  Its not our fault though, its the landlords.  Every time it rains, we complain, and then they send a bunch of weaselly hicks to slap some tar around up on the roof, but miss all the holes every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2783350255632122916?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2783350255632122916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2783350255632122916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2783350255632122916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2783350255632122916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_23.html' title='Daily UPdate'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1759707678216884135</id><published>2008-01-22T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:32:25.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jims Gingerbread Castle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5Y-Ycu9_rI/AAAAAAAAAro/VSSMPAVZkCg/s1600-h/SugarLand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5Y-Ycu9_rI/AAAAAAAAAro/VSSMPAVZkCg/s320/SugarLand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158379012950458034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behold, the great accomplishment of the year, the one and only Gingerbread Castle Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA0cu9_sI/AAAAAAAAArw/-42gEPzQNH8/s1600-h/g-bread+house+front+angle-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA0cu9_sI/AAAAAAAAArw/-42gEPzQNH8/s320/g-bread+house+front+angle-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158381693010050754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the front of my Gingerbread Castle.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the Peanut path leading up to the front Pretzel/licorice draw bridge, welcoming the inhabitants home.  The trees in the front yard are made from Carmely Popcorn balls, Fluffy Rice crispy treat balls, and a chocolate drop covered sugar-cone. Oh look, some of the trees are getting ripe, the M&amp;amp;M fruit is starting to drop!  Never fear, there are teams of small gingerbread men ready for the harvest.  Hey are more noticeable on top of the Castle, behind the Chocolate wafer crenelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA08u9_tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/sQJW999XwJY/s1600-h/g-bread+front+angle-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA08u9_tI/AAAAAAAAAr4/sQJW999XwJY/s320/g-bread+front+angle-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158381701599985362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the other side of the front.&lt;br /&gt;Its a little more quiet and mysterious than the other side.  The Chocolate Wafer Cookies are the perfect shingle for the roof.   It must have snowed recently cause Sugary icing is slathered about, with a sprinkling of coconut flakes all over.  The front of the main building is decorated with fine lacy licorice ropes, welded to the facade with a hefty amount of icing.  The roof peaks are accented with a variety of flavored Candy Canes Caps, as well as Spicy Gum Drops.  The Peppermint Swirl on the very top acts as the Castle's Coat of Arms for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA1Mu9_uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EBwp4f6VhvI/s1600-h/g-bread+back+angle-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA1Mu9_uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/EBwp4f6VhvI/s320/g-bread+back+angle-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158381705894952674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the back from the Mysterious side.&lt;br /&gt;There is activity in the back yard here, just outside of the wall. Oh look, you can see a family of Teddy-Grahm Polar Bears playing in front of their Marshmallow Igloo, which is right in front of their Peeps style Christmas Tree.   Its hidden in front of the Skittle-Stone wall of the lower portion of the house.  Wow, you can just see the joy on those Bears faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA1su9_vI/AAAAAAAAAsI/L-6964Dpqag/s1600-h/g-bread+castle+back+angle-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5ZA1su9_vI/AAAAAAAAAsI/L-6964Dpqag/s320/g-bread+castle+back+angle-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158381714484887282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the other corner of the back courtyard, completing our counter-clockwise tour of the Castle.  The Marshmallow tower is right in the front.  Its fruity shingles are constructed from Fruit-Striped sticks of Gum, and supported by Candy Cane beams.  The Pez brick gatehouse is Covered in an assortment of Necco Wafer Shingles.  And no Gatehouse would be complete without its 'Snicker-Nutcracker' guards nesseled on each side of the Gatehouse.  Wow, I wouldn't want to mess with those fellas!  It rests just off to the lower left side, while the Candy Cane lamp posts highlight the right side of the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed our 'Counter-Clockwise' tour.  Its been lovely being your tour guide.  Come back later for more exciting and dramatic images.  (Don't worry, more detailed photos coming soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1759707678216884135?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1759707678216884135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1759707678216884135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1759707678216884135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1759707678216884135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/jims-gingerbread-castle.html' title='Jims Gingerbread Castle!'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R5Y-Ycu9_rI/AAAAAAAAAro/VSSMPAVZkCg/s72-c/SugarLand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4373064573750686569</id><published>2008-01-22T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:32:01.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Its another European Day.  I woke up early again this morning. I know why, its cause Is went to bed early.  I'm not used to sleeping for more than 6 hours a night.  I'm also not used to going without fighting the battle of my life, but I've had to rest from it in the last day or so in order to recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Sara was brilliant enough to plan a celebratory MLK BBQ at her place.  It was great for people like Chris and me who sometimes look for reasons not to go to FHE.  They had Hot Dogs, Hamburgers, BBQ chicken, some sort of salad (I didn't try it, cause who eats 'Salad' at a BBQ?!), and the best Baked Beans that I've ever eaten.  I mean it was GOOD.  Trisha kept eating the rest of the Hot Dogs that I had started.  I don't know why, but apparently they taste better after I (or someone else) prepares them.  A bit later we busted out the Wii and 'Sported' the night away.  Sara had me do some Wii fitness test and my results said that I was 66 years old according to how well I did at the Wii sports.  I now hate the Wii for offending me like that in public.  It was fun though.  I'm glad she had that event, cause if she hadn't I would have gone home and gone straight to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Josh showed up only 90 minutes late, and wondered where all the food was.  They had been at Home Depot getting materials for their Man-Boxes.  They have been inspired by me and are going to make them from scratch from fancy expensive woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Jesus The Christ right now.  (And to water dripping into buckets that we have right next to my desk.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4373064573750686569?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4373064573750686569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4373064573750686569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4373064573750686569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4373064573750686569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_22.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2328127890262116228</id><published>2008-01-21T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:00:11.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I woke up to a wonderful European Morning.  I lost my car for a few minutes as well.  Turns out I parked under the building.  As I was walking back to my car, I remember telling myself that I'd forget where it was, cause I seldom park under the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday right after work, a bunch of us went to see '27 dresses' at the Fox lot.  It was much better than I though.  There were a few guys there too.  I think most were 'pressured' into it, besides us of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my Pancake breakfast was at Jeff's.  He and Josh were wanting to come over and eat from my pancakes, which isn't a big problem, its just that I wouldn't have been able to do a single thing the rest of the day cause they never would have left my place.  So I volunteered his place.  They were only ok.  Jeff has 'his' recipe that he has to follow, but I'm still a fan of the Costco mix.  After that I ran home to clean my room and apartment, and to Fight the Battle of my Life.  Don't worry the world is a safer place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon we went back to the Fox Lot to watch Enchanted and Golden Compass.  Enchanted was entertaining, but I thought the Golden compass was really good.  I was happily surprised; and also surprised that it didn't do that good in the theater.  I'm going to have to write a letter to Warner Bros. to ask them to make the other two in the series.  Its kind of ridiculous that all the right wing Conservitive Christian groups would complain about it so much without even seeing it first.  I didn't notice any religion in it at all.  Jeff was the only person who had a problem with it, and thats cause it 'wasn't realistic'.  (I should have told him it was a 'fantasy' type film.  In between the movies we visited Jeff's Archive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super tired all through church, and actually was trying to sleep, but couldn't.  Ryan had me talk Jeff into making Cookies right after church.  Ryan doesn't think he has enough clout to convince him to do it anymore, so he got me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel under the weather.  I'm sure there's something great that I've forgotten; so I, like usual, will have to fill you in later.  In case I remember that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Bruce Springsteen right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2328127890262116228?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2328127890262116228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2328127890262116228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2328127890262116228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2328127890262116228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_21.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-955061881614296535</id><published>2008-01-18T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:02:18.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It was cold, it was dark, and it was dreary.  But that was nothing for the pure determination fulminating from every muscle of my body.  Every step was like jumping on a trampoline, as the toe of my shoe launched me forward at an alarming rate.  I had to slow myself down a few times just so I didn't loose control of my direction.  I was like the wild leopard of the mysterious Australian planes.  The one who lies in wait under trees and behind rocks for the right moment to pounce upon its prey.  Although I didn't run into any prey this time, I was ready for it if it did.  I was masterful.  'Bo-Peep', who was with me, kept trying to convince me that my distance calculations were inaccurate; but really, who's keeping track.  I was there for the Experience.  'Blond Lightning' was there just to run faster than everyone else.  She lapped me like, 3 times before I could complete one lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I forgot to tell you about, but I think is worth mentioning; The other day I was walking back from my coveted lunch break.  While walking I encounter many foolish children.  This day in particular, yesterday in fact, I was walking toward Jamba Juice when a few groups were coming toward me.  I moved a little to the side, to make room for the 5 or 6 people wide group on the sidewalk.  I get annoyed fairly easily with groups like this because they really don't NEED to walk side by side.  They don't NEED to control the entire sidewalk.  They don't NEED to not allow other pedestrians to walk in the other direction.  And they certainly don't NEED to be self centered, stubborn, arrogant little retards.  I on the other hand I have the power to control the sidewalk all by myself but indeed do not because I am none of those names that I have referred to them as.  So, I had moved out of the way of the first group.  Then less for the second group I passed.  I budged a little, but refused to move the entire way to the side.  When they are dumb enough to not move for me, I usually just stop and let them go around.  Then for the third group, which was 3 people I think, I did just that, by stopping as they got close, making them move around me as I centered my path in toward the middle of the sidewalk.  But then to top it all off, after I was done annoying those little kids I look up and notice some chick holding some sort of bag or book in front of her face.  It was kind of like she was reading, but she was walking, on a public sidewalk at lunch time, in busy little Westwood.  Whatever it was, it seemed she was holding it to close to her face to be able to read it, so she must have been hiding something.  Something like her face.  Therefore I must refer to her as 'Ugly Girl' for the rest of our discussion.  So I see Ugly girl coming right at me.  I had already moved for two groups, and stopped for another.  So I wasn't about to so either of those for this Ugly girl.  I was determined that the only thing that could quench my anger was to simply keep walking forward, oblivious to my surroundings, just like The Ugly was.  I only had to take four or five steps before contact was made, then POW! I was expecting the collision  so I had taken a defensive stance by lowering and turning my shoulder a bit, just to make sure Ugly got the hard part of my shoulder bone.  I'm pretty sure 'Ugly' got the shock of a lifetime as I knocked her back, waking her up to the presence of more than just her in the world.  I didn't look back after this action cause I didn't want to seem malicious.  I felt good about my decisions.  I sure showed 'Ugly' who's boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after the great run, I needed food to keep my engine running.  Somehow I talked Cheryl into going to get Chinese Take-out food with me.  We went to Hop-Wu.  It was a little bit costly, but Man was it good!  I mean Real GOOD.  It don't get much better than that right there.  It only took them like 5 minutes to get our food ready too!  You know what that means... I'll be back!  We ate as we were watching great TV shows like Project Runway.  Then I ate so much I fell asleep.  Then I went home.  Then I chatted with Mikey for a bit about some bits of important gossip.  Then I went to bed.  It was late... again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, Emilio was asking if me and Collins were fast 'typers' (as in typing).  Collins explained that he was decently fast cause he used all 10 fingers.  Wanting to better him, I exclaimed that I was so fast at typing that I sometimes used toes.  I don't think he believed me cause he then made a joke about using other body parts, which was inappropriate so I can't write it here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by south street.  they made me wait 20 minutes for my food for some reason.  I only went there after both Corner Bakery AND In N Out were to packed for my liking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'m listening to The Monkey's right now via my snazzy little jim-pod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-955061881614296535?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/955061881614296535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=955061881614296535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/955061881614296535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/955061881614296535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_18.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-9218186451951476951</id><published>2008-01-17T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:58:06.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Last night a bunch of us went out to eat at The Counter.  Its a fancy Hamburger joint over in Santa Monica.  Not as good as Crown Burger, but entertaining none the less.  There were 8 of us so it took a bit longer than expected.  After I was done stuffing myself with a massive double handful of cheesy, pineapply, avocadoie, juicy burger I followed Kristen's and Emily's inspiration of partaking of a 'Birthday cake Shake'.  It was delightful to the taste, and even inspirational to the mind.  It indeed reminded me of birthday cake!  The burgers were indeed good to eat.  It satisfied a tremendous burger craving that I had. Not to mention the appetizer of greasy fried onion slivers, as well as 'sweet potato fries'.  They were only 'ok', but Jeff and Ryan were stuffing them down as if they were going out of style.  We were funny, because of our numbers we kept asking for more and more stuff.  The second we sat down, we all handed the waitress our 'Burger Checklists' showing her our orders, and Jeff added that 'we had to wait 30 extra minutes from when we got there', and 'How dare they do such a thing', 'How can they stay in business doing that to good customers like us?'.  But going back to the burgers, one thing they do that I don't particularly love is how they arrange them on the plate.  They are displayed very well, but they are all heaped up into a tower formation.  This makes it difficult to eat, as the human mouth isn't always made for such shapes.  (unlike Joe's mouth, he can dislocate his jaw like a snake and lower his jaw another few inches and fit even more food in.)  So in order to properly eat such a burger, you have to smash it down into a baseball/softball size and then strategically chomp away at the edges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our eating festival we all dispersed.  It was late and everyone was tired, so I dropped them all off.  I brought my brother back to my place to show him my exquisite display of a Gingerbread Castle.  While showing it off, I noticed that all of the trees  appeared as if they had exploded again.  So I had to fix them, and I will have to do so until I get it photographed.  After many Ohhhh's and Ahhhh's I then forced joe to watch the 3-4 highlighted people from American Idol that I mentioned yesterday.  It was great all over again.  He was in shock, and I was happy that I could prove to someone that I wasn't just fibbing again.  100% truth comes from these here 'digital lips'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then brought Joe back to his hotel.  Getting there on the way back was much easier.  The Freeways are almost always clearer at night.  On my way downtown earlier, to pick him up, it got hectic with all the other cars in the street, so there were a few blocks where i elected to see if the sidewalk would be any quicker.  It was at first, but then all the people and shopping carts and newspaper stands got in my way, so I had to switch back to the streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the phone ring and ring and ring.  I even had to answer it twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-9218186451951476951?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/9218186451951476951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=9218186451951476951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/9218186451951476951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/9218186451951476951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_17.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-1117941456299389639</id><published>2008-01-16T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:40:08.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>IT IS DONE!  Yes, thats right.  My masterpiece is complete.  I had to stay up super late, which means I was late for work again.  And I had to turn off the TV, which means I was somewhat un-entertained during the final hours of completion.  But I've done it.  All sugary eatable goodness.  I've come to an understanding with myself, in that the longer I let it sit and be on my dining room table, the more I'll want to work on it.    so I finally had to set a goal, and work my way toward it.  I made sure that every corner has some 'flair'.  every wall has at least two levels.  Every wall has at least one focal point, beyond the candy coating and opulant decor.  I'm so very excited about this.  I'm afraid I can't offer you any pictures right now, but I'll write up a description tonight and publish it tomorrow... tentatively.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother came into town yesterday.  It was nice to see him/chauffeur him around for a bit.  I picked him up from LAX.  It wasn't such a mad house as it normally is during the holidays when I'm usually there.  I brought him to his hotel which is in downtown LA.  It was dark and scary, with sketchy people looming in all the shadows.  We hung out in his room for a little bit.  I hid all the toilet paper in the bathroom, just to surprise him.  Then after I was done doing that I went into the room and started jumping on one of the two beds like a Childhood Champion.  They were pretty springy, and luckily the ceilings were fairly high, allowing me to get maximum hight with each jump.  after about 15-20 jumps I'd plop down on my but, just like we all did as children on trampolines.  We both then laughed for a while cause its not to often you get big fat kids like me jumping on the bed.  My oh my, if only we had a camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you guys get a chance to see American Idol last night?! It was the first episode of the season.  It was spectacular.  One of the best that I've seen yet.  Not only did they have Psycho's and Skitzo's, they also had retards and mongoloids.  The two most memorable were Star Wars related.  One freak dressed as a character from such series, but looked more like a cross between a Wookie and Frankenstein.  She wasn't that bad (surprisingly) but when they said no, both her and her grandparents who were there freaked out and announced that the show has just taken a turn for the worst.  No girl, its because of you that this show is great.  The next most memorable was a Dude who dressed as the Slave Princess Leia.  No I'm not kidding.  Its true.  At first they didn't let him sing cause all his chest hair/body hair was too distracting to Paula.  So he went and got his body waxed, then went back to try to sing 'don't you wish you girl-friend was hot like me'.  He only sang 2 words before they told him to leave.  I'm still in shock that my eyes were subjected to such a sight.  And the fun only continues tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's.  It was OK, except when I tried to open the ketchup, a red liquid goo squirted everywhere on the table, and almost got on me.  Proof that they water down their ketchup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to talk radio right now.  Even its boring to me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-1117941456299389639?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/1117941456299389639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=1117941456299389639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1117941456299389639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/1117941456299389639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_16.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4796584337586050102</id><published>2008-01-15T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:18:04.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I wasn't really interested in playing Dodgeball at the ward for FHE.  It usually turns into a bunch of over anxious guys venting their testosterone.  Kind of like how male gorillas will challenge the other males in their troop for authority.  I guess they are trying to impress the females of the troop in such a physical display.  Then after the females have been over impressed, offended, or are just plane bored of the situation, the males notice that the females have left the playing field and now are congregating in the corners of the arena.  That is when the males Gorillas will then try to impress themselves.  This is when brilliant ideas are illuminated, like throwing the dodge-balls at the group of girls, or doing other stupid trickster things just for the attention.  These things are sometimes dangerous or harmful, and always annoying.  Then lets not forget the 'Vanity' Gorillas who come wearing their costly accessories, and fine groomed coats of fur, and they'll just go over to the groups of female gorillas and interrupt their conversations, just to be known.  Then the female's get annoyed cause they are 'pretty-boy' gorillas, and then the other gorilla's just wanting to hang out are interrupted and thus annoyed cause the 'pretty-gorilla's are just lame and retarded.  Its a frustrating cycle.  So I didn't go at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I decided to go pick up some food type storage containers that I've seen at  some local mall.  I put out an ad for a 'shopping guide' over the internet, kind of like a 'Shopping Sherpa' if you will.  And it turns out that Cheryl was the first to respond.  How perfect, I already know her and trust her shopping opinion.  So we went to this Century City Mall.  Luckily she was there cause she was very familiar with every store and every turn in the road.  At one point I was thinking out loud, 'where am I' and then I hear my Guide say next turn take a right, immediately left, closest parking stall, up yellow escalators, u-turn, left turn, end of the sidewalk.'  All in about 2 seconds.  Oh, OK, thanks.  And it turns out it was spot on.  We got lost int the food court for a while.  Its like a maze in there with lots of people to stare at.  I'm starting to collect Storage containers for all the kitchen items that I have/can/may/will use(d).  Its all part of my potential new master plan: getting organized.  Its a novel idea I tell you.  I think of mapping this plan out every time I walk in my bedroom.  It may, or may not, be a mess right now due to to many hours of me spent away from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you about my running excursion last Friday!  How could I be so stupid?!  It will have lost most of its impact by now, but I had a great run.  I was doing so good, until the end of mile 1.  then my enthusiasm was quickly deflated.  There were a bunch of little crazy children running around the track up at the Australian Outback Track.  I think they were all training to become ninja.  They were doing weird things with their legs, and running in circles and twirling around like a bunch of fairies (just without the wings).  I'm going to have to train extra hard in order to combat all the new and upcoming little earthly vermin.  I may even start fighting them next week.  After all, it would never hurt to start today to battle the evil of tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery again today.  I walked by three dudes from Ricks office, and they didn't recognize me.  One of them had dinner with us on Saturday and he sat right across the table from me.  What a dork.  He probably didn't like that I made fun of him most of the night.  What a jerk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Guns N Roses right now, with a tiny bit of boring audio book mixed in, well, this morning there was anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4796584337586050102?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4796584337586050102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4796584337586050102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4796584337586050102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4796584337586050102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_15.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5987274335288405667</id><published>2008-01-14T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:53:07.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>What a busy weekend.  I stayed up late on Friday night.  A bunch of kids went over to Allana's Birthday Bash. They made homemade pizza, cake, brownies, and cookies.  It was terrific.  Needless to say, I think I ate to much.  And I got home late, and stayed up till the wee hours of the morning.  When I got up I treated myself to French Toast.  I made the special effort to do this cause just the night before I made a special trip to the store just to get the fixin's  for this glorious breakfast event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day on Saturday I was working on my Castle most of the day, and had the TV on.  I listened to a lot of great movies, including: Predator 1 and 2,  The Grimm Brothers, and I also watched two seasons of The Family Guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had or Saturday Stake Conference in the late afternoon as well.  I went thinking that it would be boring, and it didn't let me down.  The whole stake presidency spoke along with a few other random people.  They're all great guys, but they didn't hit the nail on the head for me this time.  Counselor 2 was whispering as quiet as he normally is, maybe a bit louder cause he had a cold, but its hard to hear him even with a microphone 2 inches from his mouth.  Counselor 1 spoke about pop culture, Britney Spears, Angelina Jolie, and LA being Babylon (again).  He can't NOT talk about crap like that.  He usually starts with talking about famous people he knows but its annoying now.  And whats with calling LA Babylon?!  If you don't like it Move already!  Go graze in Utah with the rest of the old lame retirees.  I'll be working on a full on attack argument against that statement to be aired at a later date, but I get annoyed when he/people say that about where I live.  And Pres. spoke about crazy old people on airplanes.  So it wasn't my cup-o-tea.  Its not that I don't like hearing about old people, its just that I don't like hearing about airplane stories; when I am on an airplane, I sleep, therefore when I hear about being on an airplane, I'll want to sleep.  Unless its 'Airplane' the movie.  I wouldn't sleep through that, cause its funny.  Luckily I brought drawing equipment, and an 'anti-boredom' book bag.  We sat right behind Danny K.  To my entertainment, he actually brought the larger-than-life sized origami set with him that Jeff and I gave him for Christmas.  As we sat down in the row right behind him, he waves at us to get our attention, and then pulls it out from under the bench in front of him.  I then can not stop laughing at the situation for the next 10 minutes.  The couple behind us were complaining, and jabbering about us having fun.  I was really close to telling them to be quiet and let us play in peace.  I brought some extra candy from my castle as well to distribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards a large group of us went over to El Cholo for a surprise Birthday dinner for Ricky-Bobby. What made it great was that Rick was oblivious to all 25 of us being there until he was like 10 feet away when we all lowered our menu's and yelled 'surprise'.  He was a great Surprise-ie cause he had no idea, and even looked dumb-founded for the next 10 minutes.  Its pretty good food there.  It was hectic at first cause Silvia only made the reservation for 15 (and 25 showed up.)  It was fun. Two other large groups had surprise party's as well.  We made it interesting as the other group yelled their 'Surprise' we also joined in with cheering, which just confused everyone in the room.  It was grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to finish my Castle by Midnight on Saturday, but it took a little longer than I anticipated.  Now, Jim's Gingerbread Castle of Delight is indeed finished, but the grounds around it are not.  I had a slight situation with the trees falling and exploding.  And I've been playing with it for so long, I think that i feel that I must do more on it, even though its virtually complete.  Because there are a few more things I'll send the grounds keepers out tonight to finish up, and I'll make my official announcement tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a glorious Pancake breakfast on Sunday morning.  Our Stake Conference was also in the morning so we had the rest of the day to ourselves.  What a new experience.  I played with my castle, as well as watched more Family Guy, football, and Ace of Cakes.  In the evening Plewe had a Birthday Party which was pretty well attended.  He was worried that people wouldn't come so he bribed people with cakes made by Jeff.  To help out I brought the 5 gallons of Ice Cream that I still had from the Christmas party.  It got crowded so I left early, then stayed up late.  I had to make a run downtown late last night too.  I really need to find a closer bank.  My next free time project will be to clean my room too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Talk Radio right now, as well to the books on tape from Danny's computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.  It was rather tasty today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5987274335288405667?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5987274335288405667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5987274335288405667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5987274335288405667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5987274335288405667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_14.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-9153542189232714638</id><published>2008-01-11T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:57:22.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did it again.  It was lunch time.  I had just left from stuffing my face for a short minute.  I decided to pop my head inside of CVS to see if they had any great deals.  Oh, whats this? They did.  I gathered up a few things that I thought would be great for this season, or next Christmas.  Their Christmas stuff was after all, 90% off!  How could I not go through their stocks?!  A day or two earlier I was walking by Rite Aid, and they had a huge display of their C-mas stocks.  So after CVS, I felt it prudent to make a visit to Rite aid as well.  It had been a few days since seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting that much closer to the Final Gingerbread Castle!  I assure you by this Saturday for sure.  I must finalize it then, otherwise I'll have to start building the rest of the houses in the kingdom for all the servants to live.  Now I'm trying to design the website page that it will potentially go on to be shown to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been getting busier lately.  People have been relying on me more and more.  This condo remodel that I've been playing with has had revisions so Peter is working with me on it.  I've been reminded about how difficult it is to answer his questions while working on the same project.  Not that I don't know or don't have an answer, he just won't shut up long enough to let me think about it/answer his question, or make a statement myself.  Usually its just cause he's misunderstood something, but if he asked 'Where did the lights go?' (referring to a computer drawing.) "what did you do with them Peter?"  'They're not there anymore, [blah blah blah]'.  "I'm working on the lights right now, maybe you can wait a minute and I'll fix it."  'I don't [mumble mumble]know what to do now that the lights aren't there'.  "How about I change the layers that the light fixtures are on in the computer so they will appear on both drawings."  'But the lights aren't there'.  I then turn to Danny and ask him "Danny, in our drawings, do the light fixtures show up on the ceiling or floor?" (his answer will inform me on how best to make the results. 'Look Danny, the lights aren't there.  I don't know what to do now.'  "I know Peter, I think I can fix it though."  'But the lights aren't there.' "wait a minute Peter, I'm working on that right now, you shouldn't even be dealing with it at all."  'But the lights aren't there[jibberish, jibberish]'. Meanwhile I looked over at Danny as he laughed at me for trying to have a decent conversation with him and I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I finally just walked away and did my own thing, and went back to work.  I kid you not, thats almost exactly how it happens every time.  He doesn't mean to be annoying, and I know that, but it just seems that way.  He's a really nice guy, and I don't want to express my frustration To Him cause I think almost everyone else does, but its really hard sometimes.  Oh well.  Tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at work, Emilio somehow talked Peter into bringing frozen Pies in on Thursday's so that he can bake them and then bring them in for Friday.  Apparently Peter has a bunch of these frozen pies, but no oven to cook them in.  So Emilio brings them home for Mrs. Emilio to bake for us.  Today's Pie was Peach.  It was OK.  Not as good as the apple crumb last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Blue October right now.  Danny turned his computer off, so I can't get to his audio book listening files right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery.  It was busy there.  I actually had to wait for a seat.  Don't they know who I am?  Didn't I tell you before that one of the last few times I went there I sat next to a bunch of liberal hippies who were talking about how and when they do drugs?  Well, I did.  And this time, I eaves dropped onto a bunch of working people and bad mouthing their boss and a few other co-workers.  That seems to be the trend there.  I've noticed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R4gY9cu9_jI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5DZU1wIHC0g/s1600-h/condo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R4gY9cu9_jI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5DZU1wIHC0g/s320/condo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154397217489813042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is what I'm working on right now.  Its the Penthouse Condo on the 27th floor of a building at the southern tip of Avenue of the Stars.  This shows the Lighting,   and the electrical wiring of the Master Bed and Bath, along with a few other things.  My trouble now is having to deal with the Interior Designer.  My office refers to him as 'Cowboy Curtis', or 'Wonderboy'.  (My boss came up with 'Wonderboy', and 'Cowboy', but I put the Cowboy-Curtis part together.  Interior designers are like Sisters on the Mission.  They always think they're right and never wrong; and but we, the architects, have to correct them every 5 minutes and fix their mistakes.  If you've been on a mission, You'll know what I mean.  (i.e. 'Sisters are Blisters')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-9153542189232714638?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/9153542189232714638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=9153542189232714638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/9153542189232714638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/9153542189232714638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_11.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/R4gY9cu9_jI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5DZU1wIHC0g/s72-c/condo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6286024324985275634</id><published>2008-01-10T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:59:38.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily update</title><content type='html'>On the way back from lunch I was stopped by this dude who wanted to know if I had two minutes for 'the Environment'.  On the way to lunch I blew him off as obnoxiously as possible, so this time I decided to donate the two requested minutes that he had asked for.  He was a nice enough guy.  I could see that he wasn't a student anymore, so he probably really did care about environmental issues, unlike those crazy liberal students who only care about what their radically left wing teachers tell them to.  His speech was mildly rehearsed, but sincere.  But then it got to the point of, "do you want to join this club"?  I really have a problem with monthly/weekly/annual fees, so No, I didn't join.  I also hate signing up for stuff and leaving my information behind so they can spam your mail box, or in box.  But, I felt like I should cause he got through his whole speech and I didn't want to leave him totally fruitless.  After all, I prevented him from stopping other possible crazy tree hugging liberals who had money to give to bums, hookers, or the environment.  So I filled out one of his Propaganda Postcards, that they would send to congress to plead their cause.  After I walked on, I realized that I had probably just signed my address up for the next year of junk mail and other crap.  Thats probably how they raise money, selling the signatures, and email and house addresses of the people who they get to sign up for their cause.  If I ever run for office and this comes back to haunt me, I'm going to be really pissed.  I imagined all the way back to work, that they sign me up for military service, or to every other charity alive, or to something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my new Hard Drive in the mail.  Its so big and cool.  I think I've increased my downloading power by 500% with this purchase.  Now I just need to get a new computer to go with its maximum amazing speed.  Santa left that one out of my stocking, so I'll have to pick up his slack.  I think he forgot about most of my list actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Ms. Cheryl and I went to a movie.  We saw this show called Sweeny Todd.  It looked... interesting, and seemed interesting cause it was a Musical with Johnny Depp in it.  My how his 'style' has changed since 21-Jumpstreet.  There was much more blood than I thought there would be, and much more gore and disturbing imagery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice and then Diddy Reese.  The Evil Collins talked me into going there.  Its not like their wears are that good, just cheap, and kind of sugary.  Shame on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Jesus the Christ book right now.  I finished The Magician's Nephew early this morning.  It was mildly ok, a little different, but an acceptable end to the stories of Narnia for me.  I now know it all, and I'm OK with it having been written.  You know that C.S. was good buddies with J.R.R.?  thats probably where he got all his great ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6286024324985275634?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6286024324985275634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6286024324985275634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6286024324985275634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6286024324985275634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_10.html' title='daily update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4841967698301840982</id><published>2008-01-09T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:14:33.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Like yesterday, I've been having to work a bit later than normal.  Its due to a combination of things ranging from multiple projects at once, I show up late in the morning, or I'm just shopping online.  Yesterday, and today have been the same.  After work I mozied home just to change and then leave again right away.  Somehow, someone found out that I have acquired a certain special key which opens a particular lock, which some people find useful when they want to do certain activities.  I on the other hand, do not find it special that I get called every week with a request for unlockage.  How troubling indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my nightly hang-out, and TV viewing, I got home agian, to find Mike home.  Eric was also there, so I found it nice to chat with the both of them for a while.  We talked about political stuff, then skiing, then South Park, then 'Stinky' Roommates.  Eric brought someone over just to see my masterful work of art of a Gingerbread Castle.  I was embarrassed cause its not done yet.  I then made sugar cookies and ate most of them, and formed some of them into Castle walls to replace the burnt castle wall which I had to throw away cause they smelt like fire.  Its not good when a gingerbread castle smells like fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During work today I stopped by the Candy Castle, just around the corner from my work.  Its a fascinating place I tell you.  It reminds me of the Willy Wonka store where Charley found his golden ticket.  They have many things to snack on there.  None of which are healthy of course.  Sugar of every combination.  But then on the back wall the guy has a substantial supply of cigarettes and Lotto tickets.  I think he had those items cause he's obviously a smoker, and I'm sure he loves playing the lotto while he smokes his 'cancer sticks' right outside his candy store.  After I left and was going back to my work I thought to myself that he probably had a perverted stash of porn under the counter for him and his 'buddies'.  Now the candy place in my mind sells cigarettes and lotto tickets, and porno to kids.  Cause candy stores are for kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to 'The Magicians Nephew', from the chronicles of Narnia, right now.  I got really sick of it before, and my ears needed a change of pace so I turned this different story on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's.  It was acceptable this time.  Desert was provided by a Peanut Butter Twix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4841967698301840982?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4841967698301840982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4841967698301840982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4841967698301840982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4841967698301840982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_09.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8626032853809605608</id><published>2008-01-08T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:14:50.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Last night I went right from work over to Papa John's.  I was getting pizza.  Its one of the greatest things ever to be eating Pizza while watching the last college football game of the year.  (It would have been two steps better if my team was playing in that game, but whatever) (and even more better if we had ice cream) (and better-est if I had room for the cake that jeff had brought over) And then better yet, we watched it over at Chris's place on his 42" High Def. Plasma screen TV.  Oh, YA!  I even wore my glasses so I could enjoy the crispness and colorfulness from a distance too.  I've never so much in my life wanted to kiss a TV as last night!  Chris would have slugged me though.  Its like kissing another dudes girlfriend in front of him.  We could practically see the action before it happened it as so clear.  We could feel the players inner most emotions it was so clear.  I invited Jeff over.  He was hesitant until I told him I had food, then he said he'd be right over.  I also invited Cheryl over too.  I think she slept through most of the match.  It was fun to watch cause I really didn't care who won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while when I got home I worked on my Castle, of course, before going to bed.  I have done most of the work that I've planned to do, although, my wonderful parents have sent me my final ingredient(hopefully its the last one) of Necco wafers.  I searched for about 3 full days here in LA, but to no avail.  I sent my Mom out to sour the country to find a supply of them.  Finally she came across a stash at a Fabric store in Boise, ID.  Good ol Mom.  I'm so close to finishing. I need to hurry and do so, cause to day at lunch I just thought of another little part that I need to add.  Its not that extravagant, but it does help with the overall theme.  Then I can start on all my other projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a side note, I must correct a statement that I made to one of you. I was mistaken when I said that the Lord of the Rings was written before the Hobbit, that is incorrect.  The ideas were all mapped out in JRR's head, but The Hobbit was actually written/published first... in case you were wondering (actually the hobbit was written in the trenches of WW1.  I've been listening to the Appendix DVD's from Lord of the Rings while I work masterfully on my Fantastic Gingerbread Castle.  I anticipate a prompt completion by the end of this week... NO matter What! &lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery, and was unfortunately attended by two yapping yentas who were so full of themselves it was annoying just to be in the same room as them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the same audio book.  I think there's still about 3 more days left in it before I 'close the back cover'.  Good grief its a long book; interesting but long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8626032853809605608?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8626032853809605608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8626032853809605608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8626032853809605608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8626032853809605608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_08.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-7187315016276539693</id><published>2008-01-07T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:34:31.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily update</title><content type='html'>This was a busy weekend.  I never seem to have enough time alloted to the things that I really want to do.  For example, I really wanted to finish my Gingerbread castle, but that didn't work, cause I had the TV on.  I needed to go shopping, but I Gingerbreading to do.  I still need to register my car, but I had 'other' stuff to do.  I didn't get up before 11.  I made myself pancakes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I left the house for was to help Jill move.  She moved to Utah on Sunday for some job.  I think she's moving up there to sue Snowmen for allowing it to be so freaking cold.  I think that's a good idea.  Maybe that will make them think before they make it snow EVERY single day of my Christmas break.  Maybe it will make the snowmen think before they cause treacherous driving conditions for us humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained for much of the weekend too.  I guess thats part of the reason that I didn't leave my dungeon.  I noticed that with the entrance of the much more humid weather, the composition of my G-Bread house changed.  some of the jolly rancher material 'melted' together.  the Marshmallow's that have been sitting out for days/weeks, have gone from squishy to hardened, back to soft.  Another annoying thing is that some of the candy cane colors have run into the frosting.  I'm making beautiful progress with it though.  (Never fear, you will all be hearing a lot about it, as soon as its complete.)  After that a bunch of us went to find food.  It was fun hanging out with them, but I later found out that I missed Danny Doom singing Karaoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday there was a Break-the-fast.  It was ok.  Not quite as good as the last Administrations meals; but it was their/her first time.  The desert was an upset.  I was really hoping for some the the Relief Society's specialty deserts.  (They are good, I mean REAL good.)  I pushed my way to the front of the line, then as I got to the front 5 other people I know jumped in line with me.  I got annoyed cause I had to bully my way up that far, and they just were pulling the friend card.  I don't know, I might have to rough them up next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Jeff's and he and Cheryl made cakes.  It was delightful.  Jeff would eat the frosting spoonfuls at a time.  I 'tested' it at least four times.  But whatever, he's the chef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out, and Hosted by Ms. 'Kamilla Kipper' Yaden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the same audio book right now, but I'm anxious to finish so that I can start another one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-7187315016276539693?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/7187315016276539693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=7187315016276539693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7187315016276539693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/7187315016276539693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_07.html' title='daily update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4069357187916307765</id><published>2008-01-04T17:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:13:27.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>It was all supposed to be so easy.  I was wrong.  I went running last night.  I made the venture up to the Australian Outback.  The hills were steeper and more unforgiving than I last remember, and the valley's were more cruel and angry than I last remember.   Have I sunken from the once glorious Night Prancing Gazelle like stature that I once held tightly.  I blame the Path once ran around Hades, and the glorious Holiday treats so readily provided around every corner you turn.  But mostly the injury sustained from that ever so rugged path that leaps out at your ankles at the most desperate of times.  I made a good effort to reenact the glory days I once had, but it only lasted 4 laps around the planes.  My energy was to drained, and my effort weak.  But I fought hard.  I was tough like the wild Hyena.  a young and reckless Hyena that wanders about and does what he wants.  Kind of like the Gun-slinger bandits of the Wild West.  But luckily Kristen was there with me, to prompt me to do more than I would have done had I been on my own.  On the way there I made a reasonable comment like, "oh, don't J-walk here, there's a cop in his car right around the corner."  She was so surprised that I would make a 'reasonable' statement that she made fun of me for being 'mature' the rest of the night.  Its all true I tell you, I'm not exaggerating it at all!  Most of the stuff she said I can't even repeat!  It would make your soul cringe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I tried my best to make time to clean my apartment.  Cleaning my apartment entails Finishing my Gingerbread Castle first and foremost, and eating candy secondly.  My castle is coming right along.  Hopefully this weekend, I can document the final product and then start advertising it in all its glory.  I can't help but nibble on my goods as I'm putting them on the house.  I guess you could say that I purchased an allotment of goods for myself as well.  Oh, I can't wait to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work today Peter brought a Pie.  Everyone has been suggesting that he made it from scratch, but it looks store bought, but then again, it tastes home made.  Mmmm mmm good.  Susan ate all the crust.  I had about 7 'slivers' of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery.  I saw Rick and Silvia at lunch.  In true 'Jim' fashion, I went up behind them and then said really loud, "Hey, can you be quiet cause I was trying to stand in Line in peace".  One of their co-workers questioned, " Do we know him?"  It was quite funny.  I didn't know her, other wise I would have helped her out with a response; 'Yes girl, it was. Don't be the last to know next time.'  I also ran into Danny and Collins.  So much for drawing in my notebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the same audio-book that I have been the last two days.  Its fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4069357187916307765?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4069357187916307765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4069357187916307765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4069357187916307765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4069357187916307765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update_04.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-3954894861577278197</id><published>2008-01-03T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:25:44.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure if it was a Monday, a Wednesday, or a Friday.  The day seemed to Feel like one, Act like another, but actually was a completely different day.  Hmmm.  I worked a little extra this day to make up for so much vacation time, but that almost seems like nothing cause I show up late almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunch was sponsored by Stan's Donuts.  It was a late breakfast, and I wasn't hungry for lunch, so therefore I call it a brunch.  I was so delighted to return to Stan's after a long break.  The addictive flavors have been calling me from far off.  I made my way over to Stan's little shop right after I got to work, just like Charley ran into the candy shop to buy a Wonka Bar, but only to find The Racist Stan making horrible comments about minorities right in front of his two hard working, diligent Mexican morning workers.  He was chatting at his old buddy who wears way-to-short shorts.  He's always there at 10 am.  I purchased my wears, only to realize that the prices have gone up!  Damn You Stan!  I think he wants to retire a little earlier than he did last year.  I don't think I care to help him with that very much, so it might be a while before I return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home I sat on my duff, and couldn't decide what to do.  Like I've said before, I have plenty to do, its just that I'm not sure where to start.  After a short deliberation, and a sampling of my world class French Toast for dinner, I decided on the worst thing possible, I went to Target.  Target has everything.  I was only there on Monday, and even Tuesday, but there was something else I needed to see.  I saw a globe there the previous visit that I felt that I needed.  And Hey, its my birthday week, I deserve it.  I had to stop and say hello to many of the toy's and clothes too.  I kept wandering around like a lost child, and didn't have the good sense to just leave, so I found some more stuff that I 'needed'.  Then I got home to late to do anything very productive, so I just sat and fumbled thru my room, trying to plan out my attack plan for when I clean it up, and then organize, then start all my craft projects.  I'm feeling good about tonight though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the Jesus the Christ book again.  Its long, and I hate it when they read references, side notes, and other notations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-3954894861577278197?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/3954894861577278197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=3954894861577278197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3954894861577278197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/3954894861577278197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-8323526987406765316</id><published>2008-01-02T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:12:14.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update - New Years Edition</title><content type='html'>Welcome to 2008 Everybody.  It might be a little early to tell for sure, but I think it feels like its going to be a good year.  It all started off with a lovely little get-together at Greenfield.  They were hosting the renound, and infamous, New Years Party.  I showed up a tad-bit late, Fashionably late that is, and it was already under way. There were alot of people there up until about 11:30 when a bunch of kids had another party to be at, so it got less crowded right before the ball-drop.  Then I took off, so avoid drunk drivers, and cleaning up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday at work they told us to leave, cause the bosses didn't want to stay. They also told us that there's no need to come into work on Monday or Tuesday for New Year's Eve, or New Years' Day. They figured that half the office would be hung over, and the other half would be blogging about what had just happened the night before all day, so they just told us to 'Keep it Real' somewhere else. That made it easier for me, cause I was planning a big elaborate scheme to get sick right before the USC football game on Tuesday, cause I didn't want to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know it was my Birthday on Saturday. There weren't to many people in town to help me celebrate. But thats OK, I'm used to being 'out of town' on my birthday, and those that were there still had a grand ol' time. Last year I was driving a U-Haul truck down to LA from Sacramento. This year I spent it decorating my Gingerbread Castle, watching college football on TV, and just hanging out.  You shouldn't worry about forgetting to wish me a Happy B-day, my family forgot about it too.  But I'm used to it by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening a few of us had planned to meet up and go to Dinner at Chili's. I was tempted to go up to Pasadena with Renee and EmWin, but 'Something came up' and I just plain-ol' didn't go anywhere. At Chili's I ate a BBQ Ranch Bacon Burger. It was good, and much to large for any one person's stomach, and I could barley fit it into my mouth. Ahhh, it was heaven. I shouldn't have eaten it all, but I did. It was a pride thing I think. I think I'm still full from that meal (which isn't a bad thing, but it is something worth noting). Then Emily, the good friend that she is, did a good thing by telling Julio our waiter that it was My birthday. This means only one thing at any self-respecting restaurant, thats right, Free Desert! Oh, the Molten Chocolate Cake, thou delight of my day! How I love(d) thee, all the way to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, my day off, I went driving around town looking to get some sugar and eggs for my G-bread Castle.  It was only supposed to take 30-40 minutes, but I didn't figure in 'me getting distracted' at Ross, Toy's R Us, and Target.  I was looking for a few things, but ended up getting other things instead.  When I got home around noon, I made myself French Toast, then realized that I forgot Powdered Sugar and ended up using most of the needed eggs for the frosting-glue on breakfast.  I was mad at myself for a few minutes until I realized that I was mad at myself for being mad at myself.  After all, I'm too adorable to be mad at me for to long.  I figured I'd improvise or something then went about my jolly business.  A little later I realized I couldn't go further until I had more frosting, so I was forced to go to the store to get some.  At the same time I ran into Cheryl and we bonded due to the starving state which we were in, so we went to BJ's.  Oh yes, Birthday Dinner - round 5, 'Ding'.  I usually only get one or two things from BJ's.  Yes, thats right, the BBQ Chicken Pizza is to die for!!! (notice the 3 exclamation points please.)  We split one of those, and I told our waiter it was my Birthday, so he brought us a Pazookie Deluxe. It was so wonderful!  (Both of those will also be served in Heaven, right next to Crown burger!) I'm going to have to try that at a few more places.  All throughout this last week the results of doing that have been astounding!  Then later in the evening I ran to the airport to pick Bethany up.  It was busy there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was just as grand of a day off.  I went to a few stores, then I went over to Greenfield to watch the USC Bowl game.  Chris and I were the only dudes there.  We snacked the whole time on left over snacks from last nights party.  I ran into Cheryl again, and we were both interested in watching a movie, so we went to see Juno.  It was OK.  Then I rushed off to pick Jeff up from the Airport.  It was super busy there.  On the way home, it wasn't hard, but I talked him into stopping at Winchell's with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into making New Year Resolutions, they are too long term and are usually easily forgotten.  I like to make more do-able term commitments, like monthly or even weekly sometimes.  But one thing I will be working on short and long term is My Man-Box!  (no, you haven't head about them in a while, maybe since Josh moved away).  But I'm frankly tired of hearing dear little Kristen talk about how unfinished they are, (now Chris is starting to ask me about them, and he wasn't even around to see the start of them) and Greenfield too, and whoever else Kristen has told about it, it seems.  Its true, I have many projects to finish, and many to start as well, and this is the year that I start AND finish them!  (And yes, I'm still perfecting my Gingerbread Castle)  I will make it a point to tell you all about my wonderful projects as they become finished.  I will be devoting whole blog's about each and every fantastic event, and you will Love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out Burger, where I ran into Kami and Jessica.  (I also sat looking at some creepy old lady who would chew her food in an odd manner.  It was like she would gnaw on one bite for five minutes before taking another, all while moving her jaw in every direction- in and out, side to side, and up and down.  In addition to her tongue slathering her whole eating area (mouth).  After I realized I was staring, I also noticed that she had weird grandma sunglasses on, and I couldn't see her eyes, so I think she was wondering why I was staring at her while eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to some guy read from 'Jesus The Christ' right now.  Its pretty interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-8323526987406765316?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/8323526987406765316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=8323526987406765316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8323526987406765316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/8323526987406765316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-update-new-years-edition.html' title='Daily Update - New Years Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5638115026019101859</id><published>2007-12-29T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:52:48.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update - Happy Birthday Edition</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends.  I've been on break as you might have noticed.  Its been great.  On friday at work they told us to leave, cause the bosses didn't want to stay.  They also told us that there's no need to come into work on Monday or Tuesday for New Year's Eve, or New Years' Day.  They figured that half the office would be hung over, and the other half would be blogging about what had just happened the night before all day, so they just told us to 'Keep it Real' somewhere else.  That made it easier for me, cause I was planning a big elaborate scheme to get sick right before the USC football game on Tuesday, cause I didn't want to miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know it was my Birthday on Saturday.  There weren't to many people in town to help me celebrate.  But thats OK, I'm used to being 'out of town' on my birthday, and those that were there still had  a grand ol' time.  Last year I was driving a U-Haul truck down to LA from Sacramento.  This year I spent it decorating my Gingerbread Castle, watching college football on TV, and just hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening a few of us had planned to meet up and go to Dinner at Chili's.  I was tempted to go up to Pasadena with Renee and EmWin, but 'Something came up' and I just plain-ol' didn't go anywhere.  At Chili's I ate a BBQ Ranch Bacon Burger.  It was good, and much to large for any one person's stomach, and I could barley fit it into my mouth.  Ahhh, it was heaven.  I shouldn't have eaten it all, but I did.  It was a pride thing I think.  I think I'm still full from that meal (which isn't a bad thing, but it is something worth noting).  Then Emily, the good friend that she is, did a good thing by telling Julio our waiter that it was My birthday.  This means only one thing at any self-respecting restaurant, thats right, Free Desert!  Oh, the Molten Chocolate Cake, thou delight of my day!  How I love(d) thee, all the way to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your love/ support/ tolerance/ understanding/ friendships throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to let you all know when I buy my delicious Costco Birthday Cake (there 'might' be a few of them).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5638115026019101859?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5638115026019101859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5638115026019101859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5638115026019101859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5638115026019101859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update-happy-birthday-edition.html' title='Daily Update - Happy Birthday Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6741248032189270991</id><published>2007-12-28T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:45:54.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update- Merry Christmas Edition</title><content type='html'>Wow, there was so much happening this last week its hard to remember it all. (has a really been a week?)  Last friday the bosses took us to lunch and then let us off early.  What a great present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I went Christmas shopping with Cheryl.  We each still had stuff to get for people we knew, so I tagged along with her.  We went to the Centry City Mall.  Now, I thought that I had been there before, but apparently there's more than just a movie theater and a food court there!  I've been there dozens of times, but never did I know that there were more than just the movie theater (and surroundings) there.  I was completely awe struck.  I'm going to have to go there again to check it out again, at least just to verify that I wasn't just dreaming it all up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Salt Lake last Saturday (the 22nd).  I got a ride to the airport, and arrived One and a Half hours early, but as the car pulled up, I thought to myself that I should have gotten there earlier.  After I gulped in fright, I got my bags and charged for the front of the line.  It didn't take as long as I had thought.  And after it all, I ran into two girls from the Santa Monica Ward who I knew.  We had a delightful visit.  Rachel even saved us seats, cause she was the keenest one who got a better placement in line.  One thing about Rachel, which I already knew, but would like to share with the world, is that she is a Rock Star.  A 'Guitar Hero' Rock Star that is.  You know how Hippies and Beat-nicks will tow their guitar around with them in airports and such (ready to play at any coffee shop or book store, or street corner)?  Well Rachel Had 2 of her Guitar Hero Guitars with her in her back pack, and they were sticking out for the whole world to see.  Now, I've never seen her play, but I've heard great things about her abilities.  And in parting after the flight I found out that she went to my High School, and graduated a year after me.  Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived in Salt Lake I quickly realized that my meager LA sweatshirt, and stylish Flip-Flops were no match for the Utah Cold.  In the two minutes that I had to wait for my dad to drive up and get me, I luckily found a heat lamp, and searched for the warmest part of it.  The difference of Utah Cold vs. CA Cold is like tap water to Ice water.  Luckily I am a little familiar with this, so I wore my Arctic Gray Coat that I acquired from my brothers closet last year (thanks Dave). (p.s. don't tell him that I have it.)  While driving home I announced to my dad that we will be Dinnering at Crown Burger, and that I have reservations and we must be there in the next 15 minutes.  He went along with it, but then started disbelieving me after I told him just to go through the drive-thru.  It was so delightful to sink my chompers into a juicy, fresh, succulent burger, the likes of which have no comparison.  I'm sure that upon my arrival in Heaven, that is what will be presented to me for my welcoming feast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Joyous thing happened as I walked into my old house and noticed that my Mother had   prepared almost every single cookie that I had instructed her to from my Christmas Wish List.  I almost cried for joy, but I just started stuffing my mouth full of every variety of Christmas cookie.  ( Note to all the Chocolate Chip Cookie Contest Committee: The next two contenders to battle Reigning Champ Jeff, are to be My mother, and Brandzilla.  Oh, and Tiffany too.  They both have glorious bits of heaven inside of each bite of Chocolate Chip Cookie.  The type of cookie that wisps  your memories away, back to your first birthday, your first steps, and even the first time you got your drivers license.  Its cookies like that that make people who they are.  And I ate a whole batch of them, and then asked for more.  Then threw a tantrum like I was 8 when she wouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed every day I was there.  On the 24th I slept until 11.  I went shopping and had to drive home in a blizzard.  I had lunch at Gandalfo's that day.  (My only mistake that day was NOT getting donuts at Banbury Cross. They're Grrrr-reat!)  Most of the free time that I had while there at my house I spent 'Fighting the Battle of My Life' on my brothers computer(or was I fighting the battle of My Brothers life?).  Its fancier than mine, so my battles were sophisticated and complex.  He also had guitar Hero, so I spent a good amount of time Jamming like a Rock Star.  I feel pretty good about my time doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day was lovely.  I slept in again, till 9:30 this time, and only got up cause in our family our big thing is Christmas Morning Breakfast (its a buffet for a king).  I woke up to help with that (although not to willingly).  And my sister phoned (who's on a mission), so we spoke with her for a little bit.  Then we ate.  Oh it was so good.  Just imagine a thanksgiving feast except out of breakfast goods, and thats what we had!  Then we opened presents.  Joe got me a gun rack for my bedroom.  It may have been the highlight of the afternoon.  Later in the day it got so boring!  Brother left with the GF, and then the parents started doing their own thing, so I was left to my own devices.  I didn't want to have to Fight the Battle of my life on Christmas day, so instead of me pulling my hair out due to boredom, or me streaking the neighborhood, I went up and hung out with Cheryl's family.  They were definitely less boring than it was at my place.  They had a grrreat big huge turkey dinner, just like at Thanksgiving time.  It felt like I ate myself silly, which was awesome thing I might add (but only for thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthdays, or when at Chris N Pitts or Chuck A Rama.)  I wasn't really hungry from my encounter with breakfast, but there was no way I could let all that good food go to waste.  We also played some strategy game.  They played twice, although I only played in the second game, which I had the glory of winning I might add.  I should have told them that I have been a master Strategist for many years now.  Although that info wouldn't have helped them, only making them more nervous perhaps.  But it was a lovely time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Boxing Day (26th) it was a whole other adventure.  I was at the Gateway mall for a minute, and there were so many people!  mostly Big, and annoying, and their kids had their toys with them, swinging them around like they were made for 'heavy handling'.  I wanted to start pushing them into large piles of slushy snow just to show them that I was better.  But then their parents would need me to show them that I was better than them too, and i didn't want to make that big of a scene, so I didn't.  CS and I went to a movie.  It was crowded. It was Cold.  I met up with some old college friends for a few minutes, which was nice.  Then later we met up with Sara, Jessica, Jeff, Ricky, and Silvia, and my brother for dinner at The Roof.  Now that was another great Eating Fest!  The best buffet that I've ever had (although I need to test out the Bellagio in Vegas still.)  It was an hour and a half of pure delight.  I really ate more than I should have, its just that I got full on the real meal stuff before I hit the desert table!  I couldn't stand for that, so I made myself eat at least one piece of every cake they had out, half of a creme' brulee, and some eight chocolate covered strawberries, and one mini-eclare just to name a few.  It was good.  And the lights at Temple Square were nice too (The people at the LA temple should take note.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after I got home from my travels, I decided he was hungry.  My car took me straight to Ralph's, and I decided a Pizza would be the best thing for me.  As I got home and was heating it, I got a little involved with The Battle Of My Life, and thus over cooked my Red Baron Pizza.  But I was still determined to enjoy its crusty goodness, so I excitedly bit in to my freshly baked pizza. And what to my wondering eyes should behold, but Scalding hot oil, on the roof of my mouth!  I tried to relieve this pain by spitting it out, but I think the sticky cheese substance had stuck to the roof of my mouth, so I had to use my tongue to usher this burning food our of my mouth.  As my tongue squeegeed the pizza bite out of my mouth the tip of my tongue fell victim to the Sizzling oil, cheese, and Sauce as the bite stuck to my tongue too.  I would have used my fingers to rip the violent pizza bite off my scarred flesh, but they were busy fighting evil trolls, and fighting off goblins at the very same time.  Oh what a painful dinner/gaming experience.  But don't worry, it didn't stall my battle efforts for that long, I whooped the Evil forces of Mordor soundly by the end of the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So catching up with today, I noticed the most peculiar thing.  I was just looking over my beautiful blog, and I happened to be scrolling back a few days, then weeks, then months, when I noticed that there was a comment posted by one of my wonderful readers.  I clicked to read it, and it was from someone named Haley (Goodrich).  An old friend from Salt Lake.  How exciting!  How on earth would she have found my blog?  I must be more well known than I first imagined.  (Haley, I would have responded to your post, but I don't know how to find your blog). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided to go and say 'Hi' to Stans Donuts.  I did so, but also that they raised their prices.  I guess that's why the price sign was taken down months ago.  Well, thats just another reason to Not visit there anymore.  That and Stan's racist, bigoted attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more exciting stuff that I've either left out, or forgotten, so it will have to wait till I remember it (not that you'll care). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Bruce Springsteen right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Socko's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6741248032189270991?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6741248032189270991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6741248032189270991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6741248032189270991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6741248032189270991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update-merry-christmas-edition.html' title='Daily Update- Merry Christmas Edition'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5729751740675434821</id><published>2007-12-21T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:51:21.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>Today at work my bosses took us all out to Lunch.  We celebrated this years Christmas party at a Chinese restaurant.  I think it was some sort of experiment; although they called it a buffet, it wasn't.  They just brought out a set number of plates, with weird Chinese type food on them.  Just to describe what we had, the vegetable plate had three different types of mushrooms and Bok choi.  the bosses got the korean kid Jelly fish to be funny.  It tasted like cooked pencil eraser.  I really think Buffet city is better.  I even think Panda Express is better.  For me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I ventured down to target.  It was the first time back since the Gypsy incident.  Although nervous, I made it in and out with virtually no problem.  I did see a girl I recognized from the Santa Monica ward, and my first instinct was to greet her.  I was mildly smiling and started to raise my eyebrows in interest to open a line of communication with her, but at the last second I decided I didn't know her well enough to greet her in public; you know, out in the open- outside of church functions.  So I canceled the greeting at the last second.  But as I was pulling out of the dive, I noticed that she had started to see me, then saw me not follow through, then I realized that she could have recognized me, so I felt foolish, so then I felt it necessary to start running away to avoid any embarrassment.  Thats how I avoid embarrassment, by running away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day at work today, as busy at it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by VIP Harbor Seafood- the Chinese restaurant spoken of earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the season required, I listened to Christmas music for most of the day.  until I left at 3:30.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everybody! &lt;br /&gt;and if you haven't seen it, my christmas card to you can be found at:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1202157408&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5729751740675434821?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5729751740675434821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5729751740675434821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5729751740675434821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5729751740675434821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update_21.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4083310167943071149</id><published>2007-12-20T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:30:44.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I went running last night.  It was like a snake shedding its old skin, and becoming new again.  A rebirth if you will of the old 'new jim'.  I was up in the Australian Outback.  We went there because of the long flat planes that go on forever and ever.  I was weary of my walking limb injury last week, so I promised myself that I would run this week for sure.  And oh how right I was.  I was like a like the most wild and viciously ferocious prairie dog alive.  I would jump from one place to the next with no care in the world of what the others would think.  I was a good running Field Prairie Dog cause my left ankle was bound up with tape, and extra socs, and I tied my shoe extra tight to prevent movement.  As people would pass me, and I let them this time, I would scamper about and nibble on sticks, and scurry about to avoid any enemy.  I didn't see the usual enemy's so that was good.  They probably are on vacation with the Holidays coming up.  When I was trying to walk down the stairs to go running I couldn't move my foot at all.  So I just hobbled along like a pirate till the tape relaxed.  It must have been night time in Australia cause there were very few lights around like there usually are.  I thought it was supposed to be summer time there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, right after that adventure, I went to the grocery store to return a few un-needed food items.  I quickly jumped into the shortest line and waited my turn.  It was a rather long wait for one person to purchase 5 items, I first thought, but then I pushed that idea away, cause I was in Happy person mode, cause grocery stores aren't as accommodating to angry people.  So when I got up there, I slowly realized why his line was shortest.  He had something wrong in the head, I swear.  As his fellow employees walked by and asked him if he needed more bags, he would drop everything to check how many bags he needed.  If someone asked if that was a 'take-back' in the corner of his area, he would organized Everything in the area, inspect it, then respond.  Shortly thereafter all the other customers went thru their lines yet I remained still.  But then some of the other 'sane' employees came over and told him to just do it the easy way.  '12 $1 items, credit him $12.' end of story.  "Oh no, thats not the way I know how to do it, here let me try" is what I heard about 12 times before I realized that I should find a chair cause it was about to be a long time.  I kid you not, but the first item was back on the shelf before he was done crediting the second item.  The there was some sort of problem on his machine, so he had to ask one employee to go get it back off the shelf so he could re-scan it, then void it, or something like that.  Good grief Charley Brown! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was busy today.  they switched me to another project again, and not the one I wanted to work on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice, and co-sponsored by Stan's donuts, with additional assistance from the Vat of popcorn that was still left in our kitchen at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Euro-techno today in order to help me work faster.  I don't think it worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4083310167943071149?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4083310167943071149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4083310167943071149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4083310167943071149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4083310167943071149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update_20.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-6442806453005969547</id><published>2007-12-19T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T18:00:05.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily update</title><content type='html'>I worked a little late last night, and then went right over to Damon and Pythia's, a food place for a get-together in honor of jessica's graduation.  Now that she will have so much free time, I wonder if she'll think she needs to take on a second full time job, just to come close to the amount of work that they required in school.  I know exactly how she will feel.  I went crazy with all the free time that I had.  Lost of Play-time.  Its great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of the place some weird looking elf like dude came up to us and started asking stupid questions.  Who are you? are you married? do you read? do you live in area?  etc. I even asked him in his line of questioning if he wanted my social security number and credit history from me as well.  He looked like his name could have been Ernie Goldstein, and he was possibly related to the family of Keebler Elves who make cookies for a living.  So he started prostituting himself by soliciting his own book to us.  Then he would ask if we liked being happy, "cause [his] book would help us be happy too".  Lots of dumb questions like that.  the came the price tag.  He wanted 20 smackers for his stupid diary!  We refused to pay such outlandish prices for such drivel.  From there Elf-boy didn't miss a breath and thus went on to tell us that because we're such good people, and cause he likes me (cause he things I'm a sucker cause I'm listening to him) he'll give us a deal of 5 dollars off, making the price only 15!  Sorry Mack, I didn't even pay that for my treasured Harry Potter collection.  Then after another minute of him yapping away, Cheryl interups him and says "No, (you lame-o) We're not interested (in your crappy scribblings) We have to Go."  ... At that point I wasn't sure if she was sternly talking at my new author 'friend' or at me for allowing us to talk with him that long.  I took that as a hint that she was done with me listening and playing with this old elf's emotions.  After all, it was raining.  And Elfie had strategically  tipped his umbrella(in a retarded like manner) so the downpour was shooting right at us too.  I think at that point she just wanted to pinch his head off.  Now that would have been interesting to see too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bit later, I started the mass assembly of my Gingerbread Castle.  It was fabulous, other than misplacing my frosting recipes and having to call a bunch of girls I knew for it.  It was a fragile process, but with spectacular results.  And yes, it may have taken just over an hour to make one quart of frosting.  But it was done with the up-most care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out.  I ran into Rick n Silvia there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Christmas music right now.  Its splendid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-6442806453005969547?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/6442806453005969547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=6442806453005969547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6442806453005969547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/6442806453005969547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update_19.html' title='daily update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-2870143144175231972</id><published>2007-12-18T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:40:05.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I woke up to a lovely European Morning.  Drizzling rain, a cold gentle breeze, fallen leaves scattered everywhere, muted colors of every shade of gray, and toast for breakfast.  I had done the usual routine by waking up early, ignoring my alarm, then sleeping till 10 after 9.  Work is busy, Christmas songs are heard everywhere.  It sounds so peculiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Cheryl and I went to see the new Will Smith movie.  It was kind of scary, and weird, yet somehow interesting.  After that I took CS to Jack in the Box for dinner.  I only realized after that it probably wasn't a great idea.  I already found out that she didn't like Costco hot dogs the hard way, and now Jack in the box.  I'm still learning... kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the craziest thing happened at work.  Collins was asking about Steve's computer monitor. I asked him why he would want to switch monitors.  Then I suggested that Steve doesn't use the computer that much anyway, but Collins looked at me plainly and said, " he wont' be using it anymore, at all".  I was confused for a second, and asked him to clarify.  He responded by stating that i don't check my [work] email very often.  Even more confused, I checked my email, and found a memo from the bosses announcing that his services are 'no longer needed in helping us out'.  Oh well,  One less desk mate.  No more Irish swearing, or stories of how he 'once wrote a Screenplay'.  One thing's for sure, there will be a lot less swearing in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention guys: mistletoe is on the move!  In the past weekend's activities, both at a birthday party, and a Gingerbread house extravaganza, there were at least 12 mistletoe fungi's seen planted on ceiling fixtures and such.  Both of these 'Suggestive' moves were done at Girls apartments.  So be careful guys.  and Girls, We know what you're up to.  You and your devilish tricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another peculiar thing in our office.  We opened the third vat of popcorn this morning.  And it too has been evaporating like crazy.  Not to mention the 'desert type bread basket' that was dropped off for us.  Mmmm, I love the holiday gift giving season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the 'Last Battle' in the Chronicles of Narnia.  The first 5-6 chapters were the worst things I've ever read.  I actually stopped out of anger.  I sat in turmoil for the next 30 minutes before I broke down and jumped into the wikipedia article that explained what was going on.  after a quick read, I decided to continue in good faith.  It steered a little more to a decent path, but never fully recovered.  ... I just finished it and yup, the ending was truly worse than that of the third lord of the rings movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by Taco Hell today.  I went there cause I couldn't think of where else to go, and nothing else seemed to appease me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-2870143144175231972?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/2870143144175231972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=2870143144175231972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2870143144175231972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/2870143144175231972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update_18.html' title='Daily Update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-4047789172243460732</id><published>2007-12-17T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:34:36.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily update</title><content type='html'>On Friday night there was a fun little get-together at Fairburn.  I was in my room, after work, preparing to fight the battle of my life when I got a call from Ms. Bethany herself.  It turns out that she needed someone's help purchasing food items for the little b-day party she was throwing herself.  She only gave me 45 minutes to do this, so I slowly hurried out the door to help a few friends out.  Now the guest list had like 200 people on it easily, but they only told me to buy for 30.  So I improvised and just got what I thought they would need.  It may have been a little much, but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a glorious batch of Pancakes on Saturday morning.  Right before I  started plotting a computer model, and then physical model of my future Gingerbread house.  Ahhh, just like school again.  And all for a gingerbread house.  Oh, just you wait though, Its going to be spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon Jeff took some of us to see Alvin and the Chipmunks on the Fox Lot.    It wasn't bad.  It wasn't great, but entertaining.  Better than I thought it would be.  Then later I had to rush home, get dressed up, and meet some of my old school mates at some fancy restaurant in West Hollywood.  Yes, I found out more about gay culture than I ever had wanted to.  It wasn't all dudes though, I sat next to a chick I knew.  She quickly reminded us how weird she sometimes is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early on Sunday to plan out and make a foam-core model of my gingerbread house.  It, like most things lately, took longer than I thought.  As well, making the actual gingerbread dough.  But in order to start that, I had to run over to Jeff's place to get the rest of the ingredients that I needed.  Then mixing all that stuff took until 5 minutes after church started, then I got there 15 minutes late, so in other words, right on time for Elders Quorum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church was over there was a very meager munch n' mingle.  I found nothing there for me, so I just went home to start my gingerbread prep.  While at home I realized that I didn't have the necessary bake-prep devices, so I had to do it somewhere else.  At Greenfield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gingerbread House Party at Greenfield was a Huge success.  There were tons of people there.  Too many in fact.  That could have been part of the reason I left so early.  But there were enough activities for all to enjoy.  I was literally in the kitchen for 90% of the time working on cutting my Gingerbread shapes.  There was hot Cider brewing.  There was Eggnog, and a delightful assortment of cookies.  There was a full table of people making gram-cracker houses being made.  They were quite creative.  And in the other room, if that wasn't enough, Emily had purchased a schlew of C-tree ornaments and some glitter/puffy inky stuff, that you would draw on the ornaments with.  Now that was truly fascinating. I wish I would have spent more time decorating those bulbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by the Corner Bakery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to The Chronicles of Narnia- The Silver Chair right now.  It was just like the last.  They could have made a 10 minute story out of it and covered just as much ground.  It was barley entertaining.  No new concepts were revealed, and no new excitement was engaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-4047789172243460732?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/4047789172243460732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=4047789172243460732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4047789172243460732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/4047789172243460732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update_17.html' title='daily update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5491671642707590381</id><published>2007-12-14T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:09:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily update</title><content type='html'>The Battle of my Life continued of last night, the second I got home from work.  It went extremely well.  I have taken three more territories of Middle-Earth, and defended 5 more.  But that adventure quickly ended as Cheryl and I had planned to watch a movie.  In some of my daily research on the internet, I found that the latest Harry Potter movie has just been released.  So my ambitions lay with finding myself a copy of such a thing.  So in going to buy this said entertainment media, my Best Buy coupons had just barley expired, so I decided that venturing down to Costco would be best in my opinion.  Although it probably would have been more economical to simply go to Best Buy, I resisted that temptation.  While at Costco I offered to buy Cheryl a Costco Hot-Dog for dinner, but she seemed to be pretty disgusted at this idea.  Oh well, I'll have to bring Jeff back on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was sponsored by In N Out again.  I realize this is only the second or third time that I've gone to a place two days in a row, but by eating Chinese food last night, the spiciness canceled out the burger taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the next book in the Narnia Series.  They still deal with annoying brats, stupid creatures, and heroic children.  Its mildly entertaining... well, the first half anyway.  Its ending is like the ending of the third Lord of the rings where it could have ended 4 times, and they should have ended it even sooner.  Overall it was disjointed and confusing; I don't think it matches the whole 'theme' of what mr. Lewis was going for.  The other books have had strong overtones, but this one didn't really hit it on the head.  I hope the movie is better.  I really wish I was listening to christmas music instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/858672924533799892-5491671642707590381?l=jimsmatrix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/feeds/5491671642707590381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=858672924533799892&amp;postID=5491671642707590381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5491671642707590381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/858672924533799892/posts/default/5491671642707590381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimsmatrix.blogspot.com/2007/12/daily-update_14.html' title='daily update'/><author><name>Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11571699808610163014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2W9rK0ss-q0/SKtl9UNb-AI/AAAAAAAABGI/xPgFDuDAjR0/S220/Me+in+Venice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858672924533799892.post-5768346706872516357</id><published>2007-12-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:22:00.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Update</title><content type='html'>I was determined to get some of my Christmas shopping done last night.  I had a plan, I had the determination, and the means to get to the designated retail locations.  But first my stomach was speaking to me.  And it was using harsh language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I stopped by the cleaners to pick up some of my shirts.  Fault Line cleaners to be exact.  Kami knows which one.  So I was picking up one shirt in particular that they had ruined some months before.  Not only was it returned to me with more stains on it, it also had puncture marks, and cutting marks in it as well.  After the manager looked at it, he was sure that it was "Moths".  That is terrible news because this is the first cleaners, the first people in this civilized country of ours to discover Moths that will eat Cotton AND Spandex; its a stretchy shirt you see.  When i first looked at it, it looked like they
