<?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-21846569</id><updated>2011-11-02T02:11:23.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second to Last in Line</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-116523156901717689</id><published>2006-12-04T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:29:23.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are reading this blog...</title><content type='html'>you really ought to go here instead:
&lt;a href="http://www.boontdusties.com/inkstand"&gt;sdnjhdyjetj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-116523156901717689?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/116523156901717689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=116523156901717689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/116523156901717689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/116523156901717689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-are-reading-this-blog.html' title='If you are reading this blog...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115368642267503991</id><published>2006-07-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:27:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog may look funny</title><content type='html'>I'm undergoing a move over to a wordpress journal in some sort of communal hippie web shit with my friends, so things might look weird. I'll post the new address when it's all finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115368642267503991?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115368642267503991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115368642267503991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115368642267503991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115368642267503991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-blog-may-look-funny.html' title='This Blog may look funny'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115368624403450126</id><published>2006-07-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:24:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #66: Ween :God Ween Satan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hyangmusic.com/img_data/INDR/INDR-000388_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://hyangmusic.com/img_data/INDR/INDR-000388_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Why did it take me so long to hear this album. I mean, everyone should own it, and by that token, I should've heard it by now. I bought it used wich means some douche-bag actually SOLD it! I want to ask this album to the prom, date during college, have a trial speration while we experiment then get back together get married and have two kids. It's that good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115368624403450126?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115368624403450126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115368624403450126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115368624403450126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115368624403450126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-66-ween-god-ween-satan.html' title='Review #66: Ween :God Ween Satan'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115344820304245480</id><published>2006-07-20T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:16:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 65: This guy sitting across from me at the library</title><content type='html'>man, he's cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115344820304245480?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115344820304245480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115344820304245480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115344820304245480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115344820304245480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-65-this-guy-sitting-across-from.html' title='Review # 65: This guy sitting across from me at the library'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115344748831797580</id><published>2006-07-20T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:06:25.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 64: Scuttlebutt's Homeport Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nwmicrobrews.com/ScuttleButt/Homeport_Blonde_Ale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nwmicrobrews.com/ScuttleButt/Homeport_Blonde_Ale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This stuff is tasty. I drank three bottlesand got a decent buzz. I didn't have a headache or anything the next morning despite smoking a few cigarettes with the beers. (the photo is of a 22oz bottle, but I had a 6er of 12ozers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115344748831797580?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115344748831797580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115344748831797580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115344748831797580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115344748831797580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-64-scuttlebutts-homeport-blonde.html' title='Review # 64: Scuttlebutt&apos;s Homeport Blonde'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115342273581712479</id><published>2006-07-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:47:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review# 63: Andre's Champaign</title><content type='html'>It's a helluva lot cheaper than the rest and does the trick just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115342273581712479?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115342273581712479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115342273581712479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115342273581712479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115342273581712479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-63-andres-champaign.html' title='Review# 63: Andre&apos;s Champaign'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115325434783008960</id><published>2006-07-18T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:25:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 62: Ballard public library on a monday right after they open at 1pm</title><content type='html'>I got here fairly early yesterday in the hopes of using the internet, but apperently the summer sun brings people out in droves. They proceeded to swarm around Ballard like so many maggots on a dead carcass baking in the summer heat. I didn't get to use the internet at all and then had to go to work. I was lucky today, but I still have to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115325434783008960?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115325434783008960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115325434783008960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115325434783008960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115325434783008960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-62-ballard-public-library-on.html' title='Review # 62: Ballard public library on a monday right after they open at 1pm'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115308203950609191</id><published>2006-07-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:35:06.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #61: Ceaser salads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.larivistanyc.com/Photoalbums/Food/images/Cesar%20Salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.larivistanyc.com/Photoalbums/Food/images/Cesar%20Salad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Man, those things are good. I decided to stick to mostly greenery today after eating 3/4 of a pound (after cooking) of teryaki marinated steak at work yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115308203950609191?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115308203950609191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115308203950609191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115308203950609191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115308203950609191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-61-ceaser-salads.html' title='Review #61: Ceaser salads'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115286124986811535</id><published>2006-07-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:24:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review# 60:Ichioro's (taiwan and japaneese food) in Seattle's U District</title><content type='html'>This place was great. Maybe it sucked, and the company I had at the time just made it seem cool, but this place was great. I got some deep fried pork that came with rice , salad, and miso soup, all of which was delectable. The pork (I forget what it was actually called) came with teryaki dipping sauce that was wonderful. The prices weren't bad, either. I had such a great time. I can't wait until I get to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115286124986811535?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115286124986811535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115286124986811535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115286124986811535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115286124986811535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-60ichioros-taiwan-and-japaneese.html' title='review# 60:Ichioro&apos;s (taiwan and japaneese food) in Seattle&apos;s U District'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115272914724192637</id><published>2006-07-12T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:20:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 59: Basic Instinct 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filmweb.no/bilder/multimedia/archive/00092/Sharon_Stone_og_Davi_92831o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.filmweb.no/bilder/multimedia/archive/00092/Sharon_Stone_og_Davi_92831o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The first Basic Instinct was one of the best movies I've ever seen. It was directed by the guy who did Showgirls, also one of the best movies I've ever seen to a much lesser extent. But this sequel was sort of boring. Much less killing, much more sex. The first one had a perfect balance of the two, but this one just went straight for the libido. The plot was watered down because of this and I didn't really care what happened to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115272914724192637?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115272914724192637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115272914724192637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115272914724192637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115272914724192637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-59-basic-instinct-2.html' title='Review # 59: Basic Instinct 2'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115256091743989400</id><published>2006-07-10T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:48:37.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #58: Marvel Gumball-machine Bobbleheads Series 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gachausa.com/images/products/marvel/comic_bobble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gachausa.com/images/products/marvel/comic_bobble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As far as bobble heads go, these suck. Any minature bobblehead is bound to not work, especially since regular sized bobbleheads hardly bounce at all. Still, I think these things are pretty cool as little statuettes. I get them for a dollar a pop from the gumball machine at the bowling alley. Amazingly I only got a duplicate once, another Wolverine, but my friend Nate got Blackcat, so I traded him. The only one I'm missing now is Beast who looks really cool in his cat form. They come with a sticky adhesive pad that I've used to stick them along the top of my computer monitor. There is a spot saved for Beast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115256091743989400?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115256091743989400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115256091743989400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115256091743989400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115256091743989400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-58-marvel-gumball-machine.html' title='Review #58: Marvel Gumball-machine Bobbleheads Series 2'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115255758131920941</id><published>2006-07-10T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:53:01.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 58: Cutting my own hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/haircut.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/haircut.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Most people would probably say that I didn't need a haircut, but it was just getting too long for me. I need my hair short, very short. I would shave it all, but I'm trying to keep a little on the top to disguise the fact that in five years I will have started well down the road to baldness. I started cutting my hair years ago because it was cheap. Now I have a friend who could do it for me, she's a professional, but our schedules don't really allow for it very easily and I got the urge to start trimming this morning.
I've learned that I'm actually pretty good at cutting my own hair. In fact the best cut I ever gave myself was while drunk. I wasn't drunk today, but I still look pretty damn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115255758131920941?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115255758131920941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115255758131920941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115255758131920941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115255758131920941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-58-cutting-my-own-hair.html' title='Review # 58: Cutting my own hair'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115255445419707076</id><published>2006-07-10T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T11:00:54.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 57: Red potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.melissas.com/images/products/411a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.melissas.com/images/products/411a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I asked my friend what I should have with my steak last night. and his suggestion was red potatoes. I tried them, preparing them as he suggested...quartered, boiled, peppered, and soaked in melted butter. They weren't bad, but they still seemed a little bland. I may try them again with other seasonings and/or cooking methods. They can't beat yukon golds, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115255445419707076?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115255445419707076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115255445419707076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115255445419707076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115255445419707076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-57-red-potatoes.html' title='Review # 57: Red potatoes'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115247516204848411</id><published>2006-07-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:59:22.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 56: Anchorman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uf.susu.org/films/images/anchorman_clip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://uf.susu.org/films/images/anchorman_clip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I've wanted to see this for a while because I'd heard good things about it but I only got around to it last night. I have to admit it was pretty good. A lot of good jokes and some decent looking guys: Steve Carell, Chris Parnel, the sports caster with the cowboy hat, even Tim Robbins. I also really liked the rest of the cast except for one person...
Will Farrel. Not since Jim Carrey has america championed the comic genius of a loud moronic simpleton who's only talent is to disassociate himself from reality and somehow get the girl. Despite how much I hated the lead actor of this movie, it was still pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115247516204848411?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115247516204848411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115247516204848411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115247516204848411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115247516204848411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-56-anchorman.html' title='Review # 56: Anchorman'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115238395299032710</id><published>2006-07-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:10:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review #55: A scanner Darkly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Art/ENTERTAINMENT/Projects/06_SummerMovieGuide/Movies/AScannerDarkly.hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Art/ENTERTAINMENT/Projects/06_SummerMovieGuide/Movies/AScannerDarkly.hlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Having the name Philip means that anyone who is a Philip K. Dick fan will ask you if you've ever read his books. When you say no, they tell you you should. So, I've heard of the guy. Having not read any of his books, I didn't know what the hell this movie was about. But some friends of mine were going and I tagged along. These friends were PKD fans, and would talk about him, but they didn't try to sell me on his work, wich I appreciated.
From what I knew about PKD, the one thing I expected from this movie was to not know what was going on. It helps if you just remind yourself that the main character is crazy, having taken too much Substance-D, a fictional, highly-addictive drug. By that token, all of the other characters are crazy, too. There is what seems to be a coherent plot, but thankfully no moral lesson. At the end there is a message from PKD in memorium of his friends, but I can't tell what exactly he's trying to say.
The cast was really strange...we had Keanu, who I think it is universally agreed that he simply can't act, Wynonna Ryder and Robert downey Jr, who got caught stealing and went drug crazy (respectivley)and also can't act, and Woody harrelson, who...well, what the hell has he done latley. Even in this movie some of my friends compared his role to that of Jar Jar Binks; not only was it not necessary, but the movie would've been better without it. And I swear I thought the voice Keanus COp boss was Tim Allen, but the credits say Sean Allen. A relative?
This whole movie is done in a bizzare animation-over-film that was done in "the waking life", only this time it seems more detailed. maybe advancment in technology, I dont know.
It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; fun to watch, especially the parts with the scramble suits wich I can't even begin to describe. Parts can get really intense, again, especially parts with the scramble suits. There are also some humorous scenes that I don't think could've been pulled off with regular film. One suggestion when watching this movie....makle sure you're in a theatre with comfortable seats. The Egyptian didn't have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115238395299032710?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115238395299032710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115238395299032710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115238395299032710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115238395299032710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-55-scanner-darkly.html' title='review #55: A scanner Darkly'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115182315044951101</id><published>2006-07-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T16:31:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 54: Nutter Butter 4 pack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.coffeeandflavor.at/images_artikel/nutter%20butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.coffeeandflavor.at/images_artikel/nutter%20butter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Nutter Butters are indeed one of the best cookies ever concocted. Much sugarier and chock full of preservatives that regular peanut butter cookies, and you don't have to worry about biting into anything even close to a real peanut. The peanut butter flavor is as far removed from real peanut butter as Reese's. It's a lot like an Oreo that tastes like peanut butter instead of...an oreo. This hand four pack is relativley cheap and satiates and cravings. I got mine on clearence at work for 29 cents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115182315044951101?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115182315044951101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115182315044951101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115182315044951101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115182315044951101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-54-nutter-butter-4-pack.html' title='Review # 54: Nutter Butter 4 pack'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115170252137164895</id><published>2006-06-30T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:22:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 53: MY photo on review # 49</title><content type='html'>I just realised how suggestive that photo is! Oh my stars and garters, how freudian! It's so funny now that I'm not going to change it at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115170252137164895?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115170252137164895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115170252137164895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115170252137164895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115170252137164895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-53-my-photo-on-review-49.html' title='Review # 53: MY photo on review # 49'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115165828963841560</id><published>2006-06-30T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T02:04:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 52: Doing laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/laund.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/laund.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

It's time consuming and inconvenient, but the payoff is nice. I'm all out of clean clothes and get to look forward to doing some tomorrow. I have to find quarters and shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115165828963841560?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115165828963841560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115165828963841560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115165828963841560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115165828963841560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-52-doing-laundry.html' title='Review # 52: Doing laundry'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115165597059399138</id><published>2006-06-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:30:37.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #51: Interactive Male phone ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.interactivemale.com/images/photo_large3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.interactivemale.com/images/photo_large3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
One of my earliest reviews was for the phone sex ads they show on network tv, and I rated them rather well. However, the one exeption are the ones aimed at me. Honestly the thought of touching one of these guys makes me want to ralph, blow chunks, hurl. I'm wierd, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115165597059399138?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115165597059399138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115165597059399138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115165597059399138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115165597059399138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-51-interactive-male-phone-ads.html' title='Review #51: Interactive Male phone ads'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115161480346447887</id><published>2006-06-29T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:00:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #50: Ben and Jerry's Chubby Hubby ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shopuncleharrys.dukestores.duke.edu/images/Ben%20&amp;%20Jerry%20One%2010%2007%2005%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://shopuncleharrys.dukestores.duke.edu/images/Ben%20&amp;amp;%20Jerry%20One%2010%2007%2005%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I was on the phone with my friend/loyal blog reader Landon when I tasted this ice cream for the first time. I don't think he's tried it, but I described it to him: fudge covered peanut butter filled pretzels in vanilla malt ice cream with fudge and peanut butter. This promted a dicussion about how the ice cream is like a society with the pretzels being the dominant oppressors, the fude covering it and peanutbutter filling it were the working class, and the free flowing fudge and peanut butter were the traveling transients we all got used to in Arcata, CA. It tastes fucking fantastic, but not as good as democracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115161480346447887?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115161480346447887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115161480346447887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115161480346447887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115161480346447887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-50-ben-and-jerrys-chubby-hubby.html' title='Review #50: Ben and Jerry&apos;s Chubby Hubby ice cream'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115161340558204564</id><published>2006-06-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:46:15.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 49: My gold tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/tooth.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/tooth.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I dig this thing. It's farther back, so it's subtle but I can still rock it. Even with insurance it cost me a pretty penny and I haven't made one payment yet. ouch...
And like everyone says, if I ever need money I can pawn it. hardy har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115161340558204564?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115161340558204564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115161340558204564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115161340558204564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115161340558204564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-49-my-gold-tooth.html' title='Review # 49: My gold tooth'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115140272056897112</id><published>2006-06-27T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T03:05:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 48: Soul music collection infomercials</title><content type='html'>This has been playing while I've been typing, and I have to say you get the best clips of some fucking wonderful songs. Good...you get to hear a lot. Bad....you have to listen to sales pitches, and you don't get the whole songs. in fact you get about 10 seconds of each. I'll keep it on in the back ground, but I know I can download all these songs for free, so I won't buy them...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115140272056897112?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115140272056897112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115140272056897112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115140272056897112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115140272056897112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-48-soul-music-collection.html' title='Review # 48: Soul music collection infomercials'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115131716239387335</id><published>2006-06-26T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:19:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 47: Drinking and typing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/6558/DRUNK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/6558/DRUNK.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...can be very difficult.
among other things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115131716239387335?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115131716239387335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115131716239387335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115131716239387335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115131716239387335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-47-drinking-and-typing.html' title='Review # 47: Drinking and typing...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115122547464540427</id><published>2006-06-25T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T02:20:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #46: Flash:The fastest man alive #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://captain.custard.org/classic/flash3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://captain.custard.org/classic/flash3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
ok, this is a post-post crisis deal, so it requires some backstory and never being a big Flash reader, I'm not sure I can do it. But I'll try:
The original flash, Jay Garrick is the only metahuman Flash. After that there was Barry Allen, who sacrificed himself in the original Crisis, then Wally West, former Kid Flash, then Barry's son from the future, Bart Allen who, up unitl the last Infinite Crisis, was the new Kid Flash. With the exception of Garrick the other Flashes had to tap into something called the "Speed force".
During the last Crisis Garrick, West and Bart Allen grabbed the psychotic Superboy Prime and pulled him into the speed force. This action was seemingly sacrificial, but necessary to save, you know, existence. The result: The speed force is gone, Wally West is dead, and Bart Allen, 16 yrs old before, has aged four years becoming an adult. He had similar problems in his youth, aging years within hours before learning to control the effect the speed force had on him.
So now, one year later, Bart is adjusting to his new, normal life. The folks at S.T.A.R. Labs are concerned because he has cut off communication with them so they can't figure out what happened to the speed force. He's just trying to deal. He has a job ( I think he's a scab) at the motor works with a douchebag roommate who wants him to get wasted and laid. Now keep in mind this seeming 20 yr old is, in real time, about 10. I could relate to this part pretty well because Bart has no idea how to approach women. I don't want to approach WOMEN, but you know what I mean. I'm 25 now and I'm about at the same level a lot of my friends were at at, like, 15. I'm working on it...
Now, one of the striking workers at the plant makes some big explosion or something. The artwork isn't very good and it's kind of difficult to tell what's going on. Bart's douchebag roommate gets caught up in it and needs rescuing. So, oddly enough, Bart somehow taps into the speedforce and barley saves him. At this point Jay Garrick, the O.G. Flash, comes in and takes over, but Bart's a little worse for wear. How did he tap into the nonexistent speed force? He ends the issue by saying: "The speed force must never be tapped again. NEVER. I'm not going to let it kill me." So what's the deal? I have no idea.
Like I said, the artwork isn't very good and the writing is sub-par. The story, however might be worthwhile for someone like me who likes to keep tabs on the big guns, even if I don't read the title religiously. I'll get the next few issues to see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115122547464540427?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115122547464540427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115122547464540427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115122547464540427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115122547464540427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-46-flashthe-fastest-man-alive-1.html' title='Review #46: Flash:The fastest man alive #1'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115091264888213265</id><published>2006-06-21T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:50:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #45: Sonny, the bird on the Cocoa Puffs box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/coco.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/coco.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
When I took over the cereal ordering duties at my work I began to noitce that all of the cartoon character's faces on the kids cereals look not only insane and evil, but thay are al feinding for whatever cereal it is. Case in point: Cocoa Puffs. At the time I took over cereal, the box had the bird on it, his eyes bulging out, motion lines indicating he was shaking, and there was even sweat flying off of his face. Now from what I've heard, these are some clear signs of withdrawl. I thought "You couldn't make him look more crack addicted if you tried." I was proven wrong. A short while later, the new package design came out. Motion lines? yes. Bulging eyes? yes. Sweat? yes. Only this time he actually has rings around his pupils and he's shaking more violently. It freaks me out what these people are doing to the kids, and I hate kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115091264888213265?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115091264888213265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115091264888213265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091264888213265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091264888213265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-45-sonny-bird-on-cocoa-puffs.html' title='Review #45: Sonny, the bird on the Cocoa Puffs box'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115091173472603571</id><published>2006-06-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:42:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 44:This rubber monkey I found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/cockmonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/cockmonkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Damn, this thing is awesome. It's a rubbery purple monkey. It used to have suction cups on it's hands and legs, but they don't work anymore. He's still fun to bounce around. I don't know where he came from, I think a little kid must have left it at my job. Finder's keepers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115091173472603571?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115091173472603571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115091173472603571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091173472603571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091173472603571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-44this-rubber-monkey-i-found.html' title='review # 44:This rubber monkey I found'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115091085727263209</id><published>2006-06-21T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:27:37.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 43: Track of the Moonbeast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.hiwaay.net/~jeffj1/life/MST3K/dvd/ep1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://home.hiwaay.net/~jeffj1/life/MST3K/dvd/ep1007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is a cheap horror movie that I got on a DVD that had three cheap horror movies on it. Track of the Moonbeast is, so far, the only one I have been able to watch, and I’ve had the thing for over two years now. It’s the story of an archeologist who gets smacked in the head with a meteorite and becomes this reptilian monster. Sounds cool, doesn’t it? It’s not.
He has this relationship with a blonde bombshell reporter who’s doing a piece on Navajo Indians. Naturally the acting is bad, but this woman is actually good in her horriblness. When she notices that her boyfriend’s gila monster is missing she gives a start like I’ve never seen.
I want to say that the reptilian monster looks really cool, but you never really see it very well.I was also going to say that this movie is totally Mystery Science Theater 3000 fodder, and as you can see by the image that I found, I was right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115091085727263209?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115091085727263209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115091085727263209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091085727263209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091085727263209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-43-track-of-moonbeast.html' title='Review # 43: Track of the Moonbeast'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115091063067844728</id><published>2006-06-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:23:50.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #42:Seagram's Gin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/seagram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/200/seagram.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It's a lot cheaper than Bombay, and it got me drunk. But not real drunk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115091063067844728?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115091063067844728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115091063067844728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091063067844728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115091063067844728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-42seagrams-gin.html' title='Review #42:Seagram&apos;s Gin'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115070390393381477</id><published>2006-06-19T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:58:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 41: Lawnmower Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www5b.biglobe.ne.jp/~madison/worst/sf/lawnmower/lawnmower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www5b.biglobe.ne.jp/~madison/worst/sf/lawnmower/lawnmower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dude, this movie was dumb. It was the usual formula of technology gone awry and in its day it may have been a little more fantastic. Now, however, technology in everyday life has progressed beyond an idealistic, and therefore impossible, view of virtual reality, and it all seems really stupid. I mean, if virtual reality is in actuality a new dimension, who's programming it? Perhaps it's a dimension composed of binary code the way ours is composed of protons and electrons...But who conceived the binary code? Argh!
Plus Jeff Fahey just creeps me out with those big eyes...yikes. Also, I remembered that the kid from My Girl 2 was in the sequel from when the commercials were on TV, but I didn't realize he was in this one, too. Not relevant at all. oh, and I hate Peirce Brosnan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115070390393381477?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115070390393381477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115070390393381477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115070390393381477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115070390393381477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-41-lawnmower-man.html' title='Review # 41: Lawnmower Man'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115070101136133642</id><published>2006-06-19T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:10:11.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 40: My Meatballs (tee hee hee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/meats.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/200/meats.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I decided to make meatballs last night, but the last time I made them I was at home with the Joy of Cooking at hand. This time, however, I was at work and had to kind of guess at what I needed. Some things I forgot went into them were eggs and bread, so thank God I still had these things from when I had planned to make egg salad earlier in the day.
I mixed the bread, egg, ground beef and some Worcestershire sauce in a bowl then formed the balls. They seemed more…wet than when I had made them before. I remained undaunted. I boiled them in plain old water. I should’ve used broth or vegetable stock. I’ve used instant onion soup before and that turned out okay. I actually threw some Wyler’s bouillon crystals in this time, but it made no difference.
All in all they came out okay. I cooked them longer than the book said in addition to throwing out most of the recipe and doing it by ear. They were kind of bland, but I threw them into some roasted pepper and tomato soup. It was pretty good, but I felt sick while eating them. Probably because I was watching Lawnmower Man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115070101136133642?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115070101136133642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115070101136133642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115070101136133642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115070101136133642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-40-my-meatballs-tee-hee-hee.html' title='Review # 40: My Meatballs (tee hee hee)'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115053808887386675</id><published>2006-06-17T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T03:20:25.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #39:Liquid Charge alchoholic energy drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.40ouncebeer.com/pictsenergydrinks/liquidcharge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.40ouncebeer.com/pictsenergydrinks/liquidcharge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
For some insane reason I feel the need to try every new energy drink that comes out at least once. So when they started making them alchoholic, well, woo-hoo! I saw a new one today and went for it. I was gearing up to play music in front of a bunch of hipsters at my friend Garret's house. He and his housmates always put on shows and we (me, Garrett, Jake and whoever else wants to) usually end up piggy-backing the bill and going on last to clear the place out. I was also recovering from an entire day of drinking that I got under my belt yesterday, so I needed a little pick-me-up.
Well, first of all it was gross. I know that might be a bit redundant considering I'm talking about energy drinks, but I digress...I also felt no charge, liquid or otherwise. In fact I think it made me more tired. So I had about five PAcificos and, after declining the first round, had some hits of pot. This didn't perk me up or anything, but it did get me more in the mood to play music. We were awful. It was a night of noise bands, so we did what we do best...made noise.
Next time I think I'll stick with old reliable...Sparx 7.0%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115053808887386675?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115053808887386675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115053808887386675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115053808887386675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115053808887386675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-39liquid-charge-alchoholic.html' title='Review #39:Liquid Charge alchoholic energy drink'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115040115881633649</id><published>2006-06-15T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:54:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 38: Paraphrased review of "the DaVinci Code"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/userpics/DaVinciCode-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/userpics/DaVinciCode-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
MY roomie Stephanie saw this movie. I haven't and I also haven't read the book. But she said:
"It was cool whan Magneto and Amalie were solving stuff, but then Forrest Gump came along and ruined it. He's like a black hole of acting."
Again, this is paraphrased, but I thought it was poetic and brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115040115881633649?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115040115881633649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115040115881633649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115040115881633649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115040115881633649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-38-paraphrased-review-of.html' title='Review # 38: Paraphrased review of &quot;the DaVinci Code&quot;'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-115040012045433975</id><published>2006-06-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:22:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 37: Gay Pride</title><content type='html'>Again, I didn't like what I wrote here before, so I made it dissapear. I like having god-like options.
6-16-06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-115040012045433975?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/115040012045433975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=115040012045433975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115040012045433975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/115040012045433975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-37-gay-pride.html' title='Review # 37: Gay Pride'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114989318599182329</id><published>2006-06-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:46:26.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review#36: Champaign and orange juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/888136/2/istockphoto_888136_glasses_of_champaign_orange_juice_and_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/888136/2/istockphoto_888136_glasses_of_champaign_orange_juice_and_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
la de da de da de da....Im almost done with the bottle....both bottles...i like the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114989318599182329?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114989318599182329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114989318599182329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114989318599182329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114989318599182329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review36-champaign-and-orange-juice.html' title='review#36: Champaign and orange juice'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114988857399182315</id><published>2006-06-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:34:08.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review #35: History Channel's True Crime Authors: Helter Skelter and Vincent Bugliosi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iiipublishing.com/helter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.iiipublishing.com/helter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Note: If you thought there was a review of pot here before, you were probably high.

I find serial killers interesting. Perhaps it’s because they are a factor that is just randomly floating about the world. Odds are, you and I WON’T be killed by a serial killer, but the fact that it is a real possibility, just like getting in a car crash, is intriguing. So I watched this History Channel show I got from the library about Vincent Bugliosi, the prosecutor in the Charles Manson case and author of Helter Skelter, the true crime book about the murders.
The show was only an hour long so I didn’t expect it to get too in-depth which it didn’t, but it touched on all the important aspects and interested me enough to see the movie Helter Skelter. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d say I’d read the book, but…
There were some real photos of the crimes which I think were made a bit fuzzy to hide the gore, and some re-enacted photos that were seemingly historically accurate. The actors in some dramatic re-enactments were funny, especially Charlie on acid.
If I had cable I would probably watch this show, which showcases different true crime writers, if nothing else was on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114988857399182315?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114988857399182315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114988857399182315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114988857399182315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114988857399182315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/06/review-35-history-channels-true-crime.html' title='review #35: History Channel&apos;s True Crime Authors: Helter Skelter and Vincent Bugliosi'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114866625683639619</id><published>2006-05-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:42:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #34: Root canals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sprojects.mmi.mcgill.ca/dentintro/endo43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://sprojects.mmi.mcgill.ca/dentintro/endo43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I don't know if it's because the entire nerve in the tooth was dead already, but root canals, while irritating and annoying, don't live up to the horrible reputation they have. It may also be that the way they did them back in the day took forever, from what the dentist told me. A needle had to be put into each root, like in the picture, then an x-ray taken, then developed, then resised if it didn't fit...argh!!!. Everything's automated now and a lot easier. There wasn't much pain, so I didn't get any cool pills. Bummer.
Also, the dentist told me that I might have four roots in the tooth instead of three, and that they might all be the same length both of wich are rare. But alas, two of the roots connected at the bottom, so it wasn't a true fourth root. Double bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114866625683639619?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114866625683639619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114866625683639619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114866625683639619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114866625683639619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-34-root-canals.html' title='Review #34: Root canals'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114866373393509647</id><published>2006-05-26T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:53:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 33: Dryer's Fruit and Yogurt Smoothie Bars: Strawberry banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/popbox.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/popbox.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
So my roomie Is always buying Dryers Fruit bars which contain a whole serving of fruit (I think). I've tried them and like them. Strawberry's the best, but lime and lemonade are good as well. The other day she brings home a slew of boxes of these things because they were on sale. This time she also got the Fruit and yogurt smoothie bars.
I was relatively excited about this because, as I've said before, I love strawberries and while I don't like bananas much, I love strawberry-banana flavors mixed. If you've ever had strawberry banana yogurt or even mixed the fruits together in a blender, this smoothie bar is pretty much what you'd expect. And that is a very good thing. I don't know how much a box costs, so I don't know if they are a deal. I'll probably never get them myself but as long as they appear in my freezer, I'll eat them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114866373393509647?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114866373393509647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114866373393509647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114866373393509647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114866373393509647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-33-dryers-fruit-and-yogurt.html' title='Review # 33: Dryer&apos;s Fruit and Yogurt Smoothie Bars: Strawberry banana'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114837141851788504</id><published>2006-05-23T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:08:44.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #32: Simply Asia Garlic Sesame Rice Noodle Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/ADWCK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/ADWCK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The biggest problem I have with this product is that I’m not sure where a garlic-sesame rice noodle bowl comes from. China? Japan? Taiwan? The answer…Simply Asia. Let’s just lump ‘em all together, just like McDonalds Asian Salad&lt;/A href&gt; ad where a CG black woman says “Think asian…” I may not be totally right here, but aren’t PEOPLE asian and THINGS are oriental? To-MAY-to, Toe-MAH-toe, I guess.
The formula for this soup is very similar to the old Cup o’ Noodle that everyone loves, except the seasoning, freeze dried veggies, and some oil all come in different packets. Empty them, add hot water, wait 3 min, etc, etc. The flavor of the soup isn’t bad. I don’t know what authentic rice noodles taste like but after years of ramen I have to say they are a little firm for my taste. The little carrot bits were still crunchy which is fine if they were fresh, but with freeze dried, I just expect more…squishiness.
This soup bowl was okay. I think it was only $1.15, but next time I’ll go with Maruchan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114837141851788504?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114837141851788504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114837141851788504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114837141851788504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114837141851788504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-32-simply-asia-garlic-sesame.html' title='Review #32: Simply Asia Garlic Sesame Rice Noodle Bowl'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114828256005953362</id><published>2006-05-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:31:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reveiw#31: Cephalexin (antibiotic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/ceph.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/200/ceph.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I’m getting a root canal this week. Last week, the dentist dug out all the dead nerves and bacteria and prescribed me Cephalexin, an antibiotic. Now I can’t tell you how well it’s working, but I thought I had a sinus infection and if that was the case this should have cleared it up, right. It didn’t so something else is wrong with my ears nose and throat.
The biggest problem with this drug is that I have to take one pill every six hours. That means setting my alarm to wake me up before I usually do just to take the pill. That happened today and I went back to sleep without taking it. I also often leave the house without taking any with me, and miss another dosage. It can be a pain. Hopefully I’m still taking it enough to thwart off infection. If it does, this stuff is okay by me.
Note: There are no cool side effects of this medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114828256005953362?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114828256005953362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114828256005953362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114828256005953362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114828256005953362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/reveiw31-cephalexin-antibiotic.html' title='reveiw#31: Cephalexin (antibiotic)'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114810227728777991</id><published>2006-05-19T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:58:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 30: "Filthy Gorgeous" by Scissor Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eil.com/newGallery/Scissor-Sisters-Filthy--Gorgeous-313767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://eil.com/newGallery/Scissor-Sisters-Filthy--Gorgeous-313767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I’ve wanted to hear this song since my friend Betsy, playing off my nickname Filthy called me Filthy Gorgeous, also adding a variation on the name, Filgore. The song has a driving disco beat that is usually good for listening to headphones and walking down the street. The lyrics, mostly about drugs and sex, don’t quite apply to me as I am only filthy in the sense that I am a humongous slob. The vocal styling also started to grate on me about two minutes into the song. Then there was a spoken word part that leaves much to be desired, as most spoken word peices do. After that there is a breakdown that makes the song just too long, then back to the verses. So, to sum it up, I don’t really dig the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114810227728777991?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114810227728777991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114810227728777991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114810227728777991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114810227728777991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-30-filthy-gorgeous-by-scissor.html' title='Review # 30: &quot;Filthy Gorgeous&quot; by Scissor Sisters'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114809502455400155</id><published>2006-05-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:18:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 29: Summer Rain</title><content type='html'>I know it's not officially summer yet, but the weather the last few days has just about felt like it. Then I woke up today and it was overcast. It started raining while I was at work and it was beautiful. The air was warm but the cleansing power of the rain was washing all the bullshit off of the street/planet. Maybe I'm being romantic, but it was perfect, the kind of weather I could fall in love in. I'm as single as I've ever been right now, but that didn't get me down. It just made me think of the infinite possibilities there are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114809502455400155?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114809502455400155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114809502455400155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114809502455400155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114809502455400155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-29-summer-rain.html' title='Review # 29: Summer Rain'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114802623845595979</id><published>2006-05-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:26:04.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 28: Hostel (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moviejuice.com/2006/images/hostel_headinbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.moviejuice.com/2006/images/hostel_headinbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I am a great fan of horor movies. I don't know why, they are NEVER scary. Maybe I just like bad movies and horror is a genre that lens itself well to being poorly executed. Hostel is, by far, no exception (does that make sense?). The movie starts as what could easily be a buddy comedy, another automaticaly bad genre, with three college like dudes cruising Europe in the biggest cunt hunt since, umm,...Meatballs 4? The horror movie formula is met by me not caring about any of the characters and, in fact, making want them dead.
The character Josh, who I thought was the main character, only wins my favor because he is relativley cute. However, he plays the ugly American, shouting about how he's better cuz he's american when he gets in a fight at a bar. Dilhole.
Now the general male audience would love the,oh, 40 minutes of the red-light district dolls and hostel honeys, all more than willing to display their mamories. However, by the time we get to the spa at the hostel I'm hoping that the gore to come will be enough to get the image of all those tits out of my head. I have nothing against breasts, hell, women are beautiful, but it's like being bombarded with advertisments for things I just don't want to buy.
One cool thing about the movie is the gang of street kids, all like eight years old...It reminds me of my friend Bob's stories of when he was a kid in Turkey in, I think, the 50's. He got in good with them because he had leverage...tootsie pops.
Another good thing is the music at the clubs. It's awful foreign rock/pop, but it's better than american because a) I don't know what they're saying and it seems mocking and b) They seem to have a lot more passion in their voices that's not polished away in the studio. Maybe it's just me.
Cut forward, the girls fuck the guys over and sell them to killer artist rich guys or something, and Josh ends up in his underwear. This would be cool if he wasn't tied to a chair and made swiss cheese of with a power drill. So just the lame-ass Paxton is left who ends up escaping through a series of very fortunate coincidences. He saves a Japanese girl he met at the Hostel because of some back story where he didn't save a little girl a long time ago. This poor girl getting mutilated made me thing of Battle Royale and the Suicide Club, cool movies, but they just made me feel real sorry for her.
In a nutshell Saw 2 was stupid and Hostel was boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114802623845595979?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114802623845595979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114802623845595979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114802623845595979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114802623845595979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-28-hostel-2005.html' title='review # 28: Hostel (2005)'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114797887981501060</id><published>2006-05-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T12:02:46.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 28: Strawberry Chapstick, others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zuckermanpharmacy.com/images/products/big/227801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.zuckermanpharmacy.com/images/products/big/227801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I never put a lot of stock into lip balms or what have you. They help a little but are never worth the price to me, especially since I keep loosing them. The best they tend to do is add a gooey feeling to the soreness. Upon the advice of many friends I have tried Burts Bees, as well as Dr. Bonners. Both were OK, but neither really helped all that much. The worst was Jones soda. I got the Green Apple flavored lip balm and it tasted just like the soda but did absolutley nothing to relieve my dry lips.
The last time i needed moisture on my dry, cracked lips I hopped over to the corner store and saw Strawberry Chapstick. This was a new idea on me, and I thought at first it might be like the candy-esq Jones soda Balm. I love strawberries, even artificial strawberry flavor which doesn't really taste like strawberries, and knowing fake strawberry flavor all I could think of was sugar.
I am happy to announce that this Chapstick(R) works just as well as any other Chapstick(R), but, hey, it tastes like fake strawberries.  Oh, I think it was $1.89.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114797887981501060?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114797887981501060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114797887981501060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114797887981501060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114797887981501060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-28-strawberry-chapstick-others.html' title='Review # 28: Strawberry Chapstick, others'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114777079264636674</id><published>2006-05-16T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:22:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 27: Bird's eye Steamfresh Broccoli and cauliflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.packagingdigest.com/articles/200605/images/6c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.packagingdigest.com/articles/200605/images/6c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
As well all know, or have been told, when you steam vegetables they loose all of their nutrients. Keeping that in mind, I guess it doesn't matter what condition your steamed vegetables are in. However, I tend to steam them anyway because they just lend themselves to dishes better that way. I've always liked broccoli and I love cauliflower. They are best raw with ranch, but in this case I was looking for something to mix into my Annies shells and aged white cheddar dinner.
Sometimes I don't go with the fresh vegetables because you usually have to buy an entire head of cauliflower which for me is not cost effective. I also usually get the store brand of couli-broccoli mix, but today the QFC was sold out of the Kroger brand, which I usually steam on a colander. Lo and behold, they had this Bird's eye steamfresh mix that you nuke in the microwave on sale for $2.00. What the hell?
I have to say, it's not much worse ( but still a little worse) than steaming the other frozen vegetables. It is a hell of a lot faster, though. They were all a bit soggier than the other usually are, but they didn't get in the way of me cooking the pasta, which can be a problem when steaming because we only have one pot in my house.
all in all, it's always better to use fresh vegetables, duh, but if you go for frozen save some time and use the microwave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114777079264636674?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114777079264636674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114777079264636674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114777079264636674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114777079264636674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-27-birds-eye-steamfresh.html' title='Review # 27: Bird&apos;s eye Steamfresh Broccoli and cauliflower'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114754097895124109</id><published>2006-05-13T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T10:23:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review #26: hangovers</title><content type='html'>they suck. My head won't stop pounding but at least im not going to puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114754097895124109?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114754097895124109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114754097895124109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114754097895124109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114754097895124109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-26-hangovers.html' title='review #26: hangovers'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114751178715919727</id><published>2006-05-13T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:54:00.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review#25: Me or half of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/110897873_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/110897873_l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Well. there was a long rant here that I wrote while I was drunk and because I control this space, I made it go away.
5-13-06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114751178715919727?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114751178715919727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114751178715919727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114751178715919727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114751178715919727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review25-me-or-half-of-me.html' title='review#25: Me or half of me'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114741528874052502</id><published>2006-05-11T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:34:55.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 24: Marie Callendar's frozen chicken pot pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00032A852.01-A3CDPEGSIQM61V.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00032A852.01-A3CDPEGSIQM61V.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
There are two reasons that this is the best pot pie you can get anywhere.
First of all, when you get a pot pie they some either with the crust lining the inside of the bowl, or just with a layer of crust on top. I've found that if you get a pot pie at a decent restaraunt where they cook all the food from scratch, you just get the layer on top. Even if you get one from KFC, you just get the layer on top. Most frozen pies, however, have the crust throughout, and Marie Callendar's is no exception. I love the crust, I guess I should've mentioned that, but the other thing that makes this the best pot pie is the thing that separates it from all the other frozen, fully-crusted pies.
When you put, oh, say a Banquet pot pie in the microwave the crust becomes a soggy gooey mess and chances are that it's still frozen in the middle. Marie Callendar's stand out in that when you cook it in the microwave, not only do you shave about 45 minutes off of the oven cooking time, but you can't even tell it was nuked. If you put it in for about twelve minutes the crust is perfectly cooked and the inside is hot. So hot I always have to let it cool off.
These pot pies can be kind of expensive, but it has been my experience that they usually go on sale for a decent price. They're usually $3.99 at the QFC, but I got mine tonight for $2. Not bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114741528874052502?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114741528874052502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114741528874052502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114741528874052502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114741528874052502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-24-marie-callendars-frozen.html' title='Review # 24: Marie Callendar&apos;s frozen chicken pot pie'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114733390249467657</id><published>2006-05-11T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:45:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review# 23: Superman # 652</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/supe652.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/angry_tony/supe652.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We are living in a post-post-crisis world. Back in the 1980's, The DC Universe went through some monumental changes in the Crisis on Infinite Earths miniseries, which actually re-wrote the history of these heroes.&lt;a onclick="window.close()" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a little before my time, comic-ly speaking, so I was brought up in the post-crisis world that only had one color of kryptonite(green, duh), and no supergirl until 1988, who turned out to be a shapeshifting clone-bot or something. The real supergirl showed up just last year, i think, as supermans cousin, just as she had in the 1950's pre-crisis world. Anyway, the last couple of years have been immersed in Dc's Identity crisis and Infinite Crisis mini serises which both led to changes of the same monumental porportions.
It all starts when Dr. Light, a second string Villan , rapes the wife of Elongated Man, a second-string hero...It all unravels from there...Even if I wanted to go into it, there are plenty of other resources, I'm sure, that could break it down for you even better. In a nutshell, the multiverse, which is an infinite number of alternate reality earths, is re-created and in the end, one earth remains: New Earth.
Now at the end of all this, Superman has somehow lost his powers. After that all the core titles jump ahead one year. In this time Clark and Lois Kent have been adjusting to being a normal married couple and both have been quite happy with it. Superman #652 is part 5 of this "1 year later" storyline, and at the end of part four in Action comics #whateverthehell Clark is attacked by super-gangsters for an expose he wrote. Then he gets hit by a train...and survives. looks like his powers are returning.
Discovering that Superman is back, Intergang, those super-gangsters, send five nutty villains after him, including Silver Banshee and Livewire. I'm glad to see Livewire still around. I only ever saw one episode of the Superman cartoon on the WB, and it was the one with her, and last year they introduced her into regular continuity. I kind of like her; a radio shock jock with a grudge against Supes who gets super electrical powers...and shes blue. Now Supermans powers are coming back slowly, so he's not at his peak performance, but still easily takes out three of the would-be assassins. Then Bloodsport decides to shoot Jimmy Olsen in the head. This is the jump that Superman needs to get all his power back as he lives up to one of his tag lines and is faster than the speeding bullet, plucking it from the air just in time. If you're into it as much as you can tell I am, which I bet you're not, it's pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114733390249467657?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114733390249467657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114733390249467657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114733390249467657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114733390249467657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-23-superman-652.html' title='Review# 23: Superman # 652'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114729078304907904</id><published>2006-05-10T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:28:49.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #22: Variant covers on comic books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newsarama.com/dcnew/Apr06/Batman/DetectiveComicsCv818_renamed_9628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.newsarama.com/dcnew/Apr06/Batman/DetectiveComicsCv818_renamed_9628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ever since Jim Lee and Scott Williams did four different covers for the first issue of the new X-Men series in 1991, variant covers seem to be a gimmick that won't die, like foil and chromium covers eventually did by the end of the 90's. The most outlandish display of this, I think, was the first issue of Image's Gen 13 ongoing series wich sported THIRTEEN different covers! This kind of gimmic only appeals to collectors who believe that these issues will be worth more than the initial investment sometime in the future. It is my opinion that efforts to sell so many copies of a comic book that wont even be read is the work of noneother than Satan himself.
There are a couple of other reasons for variants that aren't nearly as malicious. One is to show what printing a book is, and that's what spurred this review in the first place, but I'll get to that later. The other one is when a book is offered at a comic book convention. This is completley ok in my view because it is a souvenier from a once-in-a-lifetime event. There SHOULD be more value assigned to is both monetarily and sentimentaly.
The last reason for variants is to show what printing a book is. When a comic sells out and there is still a demand for it, they print a second run which is usually less valuable than the first. It's not uncommon for a book to have three runs of a single issue. Something happend to me today that pissed me off a bit. Back when Superman "died", DC had a lot of runs of those issues, and they were noted by a small roman numeral by the issue number. For instance the second printing of the issue when superman dies would have said 75 where the issue number was and a "II" next to it. Fast forward to today. When a second printing comes out now, the cover is some variant of the original. For instance the superman covers from the One year Later storyline are replaced by pencil sketch versions of the original printing.
Then theres Batman. An issue of Detective comics came out last month with Harvey "two-face" Dent's human half of the face on the cover. The next moth was going to have the warped, monster half of his face on it. I saw an issue in the store today with both of those pictures together, basically just showing an image of two-face. So I bought it thinking it was the one I wanted, but in reality it was just the second printing of the issue with harvey's human face. I got all mad. That's why I wrote this. Why didn't I just look at the issue number? It was issue # 818. I kind of stop looking at the numbers when they get that out of hand. Silly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114729078304907904?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114729078304907904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114729078304907904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114729078304907904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114729078304907904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-22-variant-covers-on-comic.html' title='Review #22: Variant covers on comic books'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114728875440008898</id><published>2006-05-10T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:25:52.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 21: the Croissant chicken salad sandwich from the QFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.mawebcenters.com/thehuddlerestaurant/images/MVC-031F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://web.mawebcenters.com/thehuddlerestaurant/images/MVC-031F.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This sandwich was not worth the $4.99 it costs, but I still had no problem eating the whole thing. Feeling somewhat dejected after going to my dental appointment ( I broke a tooth last thursday and want to get it taken care of) and finding out that my insurance only covers medical and not dental, I strolled home and stopped by that Quality Food Center to get something to eat. I had had chicken salad in a croissant before at my own job, so i thought I'd give it a go. This one wasn't that great, though. It was all smashed flat, and there was a hell of a lot of some herb in the salad that just seemed like too much. Still I scarffed it down, angry that I'd have to talk to someone at work about my dental insurance. I hate talking to people.
Note: Photo is not actual sandwich, although this one doesnt look very good either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114728875440008898?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114728875440008898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114728875440008898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114728875440008898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114728875440008898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-21-croissant-chicken-salad.html' title='review # 21: the Croissant chicken salad sandwich from the QFC'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114728833309121212</id><published>2006-05-10T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:12:13.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 20: Free internet</title><content type='html'>You may not always be in range of a signal, but when you are, it's really nice. Needless to say it is especially hard when you have a desktop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114728833309121212?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114728833309121212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114728833309121212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114728833309121212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114728833309121212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/05/review-20-free-internet.html' title='review # 20: Free internet'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114374561865054681</id><published>2006-03-30T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:30:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 19:that new King Kong</title><content type='html'>This visually stunning remake of King Kong was kinda dumb. In short:
-the ape is not so much like an ape, but more like Neo in the Matrix. While fighting those dinosaurs, he didn't drop the girl ONCE?? I call bullshit.
-When the Brontosaurus' stampede, well that was just stupid. the actors were slowly jogging along, but not getting out of the way.
theres more, but im gonna stop. maybe ill get back to this.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114374561865054681?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114374561865054681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114374561865054681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114374561865054681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114374561865054681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-19that-new-king-kong.html' title='review # 19:that new King Kong'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114374525909501513</id><published>2006-03-30T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:05:22.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 18:Seattle's Ballard Public Library on a thursday before 11 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://papercut.europe2blog.fr/photos/uncategorized/18454287.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://papercut.europe2blog.fr/photos/uncategorized/18454287.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It's been a while since my last post because I have no internet connection at home and it is really pissing me off. I come down to the library at least once a day to check my mail, take care of any of that financial bullshit we all go through, or do whatever else. If I am lucky enough to get a computer, it's only one of the fifteen minute stations, so I can't really do a lot.
Last night at work I forgot to cash my check so I had to go to the bank this morning to do it. the library is right across the street so i stopped in to do my shit. I'm also expecting a lot of comics books I've had on hold since I paid off $60 in late fees. I walked in and to my suprise the place was dead. most of the 15 minute computers are free and a few of the 1 hour ones are even open( im on one now) And I don't hear any screaming kids, or stupid new mothers that my generation has produced who are rying in vain to control them. It's like a REAL library! I think I'll be stopping in here next week to see if it's still as accomidating. If so, I'll be posting more reviews...excellent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114374525909501513?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114374525909501513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114374525909501513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114374525909501513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114374525909501513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-18seattles-ballard-public.html' title='review # 18:Seattle&apos;s Ballard Public Library on a thursday before 11 am'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114232707906938927</id><published>2006-03-14T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:35:53.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Review by Honey Dew: Alley Cat cat food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ms.uky.edu/~larry/cat7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.ms.uky.edu/~larry/cat7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.shopfoodex.com/catalog/images/45117CFcat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.shopfoodex.com/catalog/images/45117CFcat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What the hell is this? That bastard has the job of buying my food just once and he gets the cheapest shit he can find? My owner, she was getting me purina one and shit...I was livin large, but now I dont even want to touch my bowl. I'll eat it eventually, my fat ass doesn't do ANYTHING but eat. I'm gonna bitch about it until she gets me the good stuff and he's wasted his money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114232707906938927?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114232707906938927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114232707906938927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232707906938927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232707906938927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/guest-review-by-honey-dew-alley-cat.html' title='Guest Review by Honey Dew: Alley Cat cat food'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114232522538054677</id><published>2006-03-14T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:33:45.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #17: Fantastic Foods Original Hummus mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shopnatural.com/product/10615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.shopnatural.com/product/10615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     I haven’t tried may types of hummuses, but I know what it tastes like. This particular kind, a mix to which you add water and oil, isn’t so bad. It doesn’t seem as creamy as I remember hummus being, but I enjoy eating it nonetheless. I don’t have any whet crackers or pita chips to eat it on, but I do have that wonderful Middle Eastern delicacy…pre-sliced white bread! It looks crumbly but spreads nice. I even put it in the fridge while I went to work and its still as good as when I made it.   
Just a side note: I only got this because it was 99 cents in the dico bin at work because it was about to "go bad" . I think the SRP is like $1.99&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114232522538054677?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114232522538054677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114232522538054677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232522538054677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232522538054677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-17-fantastic-foods-original.html' title='Review #17: Fantastic Foods Original Hummus mix'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114232419237798731</id><published>2006-03-14T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:55:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #16: X-Factor (vol.2) #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/layla.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/layla.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Let me try to set this up…Years ago, there was a government backed team of mutants called X-Factor. It first consisted of the original X-Men, and then switched to a group of second stringers. I don’t know what ended up happening to that team, but most of them are in this new incarnation. One of them is Jamie Madrox, The Multiple Man. He can make clones of himself. Last year there was a series I only caught th first issue of called Madrox wherein Jamie starts an investigation agency.
Jump ahea&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/rhane.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/rhane.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d to late last year, that House of M fiasco the Marvel Mutants had to deal with…Thanks to Scarlet Witch, most mutants lost their powers leaving only 198 mutants on earth. I think that was a great idea because it seemed like they were popping up everywhere. Most of them were probably trendy metromutants anyway. In the aftermath of M-day (a mutant related thing that doesn’t start with X?!? How novel.) Madrox forms a group of muties, some from the old X-factor, some from other x-teams that are now defunct (x-force, Generation-x). So is born the non-government related X-factor investigations.
This book is written by comic superstar Peter David who made the Hulk famous. He does a good job setting up the story. The group just solved the murder of a woman by a movie star. While this too four issues, it seems in doing so they ruffled the feathers of another agency, Singular Investigations. SI also had a hitman sent back to them in a pine box courtesy of Layla Miller.
Now who the hell is she? That’s the question. In the first issue, she shows up and no one knows who she is. She’s this little blonde girl who keeps saying she “knows stuff”. It gets kind of annoying and I thought she was some lame Veronica Mars knock off. Then in the end of issue three, she killed that hitman then sent him back in issue four. No one else on the team has any idea about this exept for Monet, who only really thinks about herself. So, like I said, the question is who is she and whats her game?
I like the art by, good lord, I just looked and it’s a team of FOUR artists…I’m not gonna list them. Anyway, it’s got a film noir-ish look to it, which I think is the goal. Sometimes it looks funny, like Rhane looks like Shenade O’Connor with a mane. Some parts look really g&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/syrin.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/200/syrin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ood, though, like the last page of issue four where Syrin gets beaten good by the son of the head Singular guy.
Am I going to keep reading this? Hell, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114232419237798731?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114232419237798731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114232419237798731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232419237798731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232419237798731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-16-x-factor-vol2-4.html' title='Review #16: X-Factor (vol.2) #4'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114232021585381125</id><published>2006-03-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:10:15.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>review # 15: Snoqualime Seasonal brew: Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fallsbrew.com/sflogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.fallsbrew.com/sflogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It tastes like soap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114232021585381125?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114232021585381125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114232021585381125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232021585381125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114232021585381125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-15-snoqualime-seasonal-brew.html' title='review # 15: Snoqualime Seasonal brew: Spring Fever'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114190209655562349</id><published>2006-03-09T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:11:34.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 14: Katamari Damaci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.futureofthebook.org/blog/archives/ikatamari-damacyi-20040720013318965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.futureofthebook.org/blog/archives/ikatamari-damacyi-20040720013318965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you own a Playstation 2 and have not played Katamari Damacy, you are not using the Playstation to even a tenth of its potential. I know rolling things up into a giant ball may not sound like fun to a lot of people, but to them I say if you let your pre-judgments rule, you will never experience the joy that Katamari Damacy was put on this earth to dispense.
This game can be picked up for about twenty dollars at any video game store. I borrowed it from a friend about a year ago and just recently borrowed the sequel “We love Katamari” from another friend. The story behind this addicting game is unimportant unless you’re on a substance that makes EVERYTHING significant. The King of All Cosmos is a long-winded blowhard who never says anything of importance. Thank god you can skip most of what he says. Then you, the prince, start rolling a ball about the size of a walnut around picking up various objects that stick to it, picking up bigger objects as the ball gets bigger.
There is something very therapeutic about rolling the entire world up (which you get to do by the end of the first one) and shooting it into space. Like Grand Theft Auto, but less bloody and more fun. One drawback of the game can best be illustrated by a quote from Stephanie, my roommate who has already spent hours more than me playing the sequel:

“Time is moving by too quickly with this damn game.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114190209655562349?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114190209655562349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114190209655562349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114190209655562349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114190209655562349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-14-katamari-damaci.html' title='Review # 14: Katamari Damaci'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114164157107779130</id><published>2006-03-06T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:02:49.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review# 13: Deathwish (1974)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filmposters.com/images/posters/9728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.filmposters.com/images/posters/9728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Why is it that whenever a movie finally shows a guy in a speedo or something, it’s a guy that looks like Charles Bronson? We get to see a lot of his in-shape yet aged body in the first scene of Deathwish. Refraining from making any jokes about wishing I was dead after that I must say that this movie was very, very cool.
The premise is an architect (Bronson) goes vigilante after his wife and daughter are attacked in their home by street punks. The copy on the video says: “His daughter is raped, his wife raped and murdered.” First of all the wife isn’t raped at all. Secondly, the daughter is only barley raped, by Jeff Goldblum in a jughead hat, no less. She does suffer a humiliating experience at the hands of a thug named “Spraycan”. You should just see it.
After the wife dies and the daughter goes nuts and becomes a vegetable, Bronson goes to, um…Arizona I think…the southwest somewhere, on business and this cowboy takes him to a shooting range. There we learn why Bronson is both a bleeding-heart liberal and a dead-eye with a pistol.
Upon returning to New York he hits the streets, taking out muggers with knives by SHOOTING THEM UNTIL THEY’RE DEAD! This movie rocks, I can’t wait to see the sequels! It seems pretty low budget, but the cinematography is good with some GREAT location settings. The score by Herbie Hancock is perfect as well.
I’ll try to get some images up here soon. I’m having connection trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114164157107779130?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114164157107779130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114164157107779130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114164157107779130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114164157107779130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-13-deathwish-1974.html' title='Review# 13: Deathwish (1974)'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114142834868031861</id><published>2006-03-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:30:49.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #12: Rebel Yell Whiskey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewhiskyexchange.com/images/bourbon/189.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.thewhiskyexchange.com/images/bourbon/189.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I got this jug for $15.95. Not bad, but the problem is I drank the whole bottle last night. It had a pretty good flavor to it, but I mixed it with Coke as always. As I repeatedly told my friend Bob while I was drinking it, it got me tanked. So very very tanked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114142834868031861?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114142834868031861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114142834868031861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114142834868031861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114142834868031861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-12-rebel-yell-whiskey.html' title='Review #12: Rebel Yell Whiskey'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114142675286856744</id><published>2006-03-03T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:16:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #11: How Ambulance LTD looks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspace-720.vo.llnwd.net/00055/02/76/55596720_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://myspace-720.vo.llnwd.net/00055/02/76/55596720_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I haven't heard this band at all, but I guess I sould. It would be the only polite thing to do after writing this review. My review is of this god-awful picture of them I came across. Why is every band now made up of ugly starving-looking mother fuckers who don't know how to comb their hair? The "look" doesnt even always work, like the third guy from the left. That style just doesn't suit him, but he'll do it because I guess its all the rage in Brooklyn or whatever.
You know, The Strokes don't even look like that anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114142675286856744?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114142675286856744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114142675286856744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114142675286856744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114142675286856744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-11-how-ambulance-ltd-looks.html' title='Review #11: How Ambulance LTD looks.'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114137673062607637</id><published>2006-03-03T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:09:29.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 10: Scary Movie #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/scary%20movie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/scary%20movie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this movie came out a while ago, but I just saw it last night. The first scene sort re-enforced something I've known for a long time. As Pamela Anderson and Jenny McCarthy were running about with their cleavage being presented to the audience, I noticed that the phone that was ringing was made by GE. The thing is womens' breasts are something that drive straight men crazy. They love them, and they want to see them. I, on the other hand, don't. But, the world wasn't built around me. If anything I'm jealous that I don't have something that can magically hypnotize men and get them to do my bidding.
There is a movie out now called Date Movie that was made by "four of ther six directors of Scary Movie." I noticed that In Scary Movie three the people that were missing were the Wayans'. The movie seemed to be missing something without them. I'll edit this more, but Im drunk and feel ill.
Ok Im back. This movie got a few chuckles out of me but the biggest setback was it's 8 Mile parody. Not only was it not funny, it lasted way too long especially for a parody of a non-horror movie.
When I saw the fisrt Scary Movie I hoped to see the lead actress do more, I liked her. The only other thing I've seen her in was &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt; which I think went straight to video&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;  And now she's blonde, which doesn't look that good on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114137673062607637?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114137673062607637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114137673062607637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114137673062607637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114137673062607637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-10-scary-movie-3.html' title='Review # 10: Scary Movie #3'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114137548006347746</id><published>2006-03-03T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:44:40.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>review# 9: Stouffer's frozen dinners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/food.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/320/food.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Last night I got Spaghetti and a bacon cheddar potato bake for $2 a pop at the QFC( quality food centers). When you're drunk and looking for a quick anything to eat this stuff is the shit.  The potato bake was awsome. Tonight I got the bonless chicken breast and mashed potatoes and it wasn't nearly as good as these others. As far as frozen goes, these two are definitley tops. even in the microwave! The potatoes take about 5 min and the spaghetti takes about 6. Dont know the regular price but if they go on sale, go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114137548006347746?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114137548006347746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114137548006347746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114137548006347746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114137548006347746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/03/review-9-stouffers-frozen-dinners.html' title='review# 9: Stouffer&apos;s frozen dinners'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114112325745606726</id><published>2006-02-28T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:40:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #8: A South Park commercial</title><content type='html'>It had Stan wearing these pilot goggles saying "please let me do this one thing just this once" and the Randy yells and smashes his head into a china cabinet. Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114112325745606726?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114112325745606726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114112325745606726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114112325745606726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114112325745606726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review-8-south-park-commercial.html' title='Review #8: A South Park commercial'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114112292553689065</id><published>2006-02-28T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T02:42:46.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #7: Random episode of "Girlfriends" on UPN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwimage.upn.com/shows/girlfriends/images/about_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wwwimage.upn.com/shows/girlfriends/images/about_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Since I don't have cable I watch TV with the bunny ears. South Park comes on at eleven, then comes Drew Carry, Becker, Cosby, then by 2:00, Girlfriends is on. This show is syndicated now, that's how I watch it, but I didn't know it was still in primetime. Apparnetly it is.
So these two friends are fighting, something horrible happens to one of them, and they build up to them forgiving each other. At first they make light of the suffering of the one, but then get really melodramatic at the end, with a church and a choir and a big if-you-cant-forgive-me-maybe-jesus-will deal. This show is a soap opera with a laugh track.
Will I watch it again?...as long as I'm staying up until 3 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114112292553689065?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114112292553689065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114112292553689065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114112292553689065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114112292553689065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review-7-random-episode-of-girlfriends.html' title='Review #7: Random episode of &quot;Girlfriends&quot; on UPN'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114111934436185848</id><published>2006-02-28T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:37:33.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #6: my beer belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/img/people/beerbelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/img/people/beerbelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
First of all the picture is NOT me!! I got it from Austrailia's ABC site. But it may as well be. I look almost exactly like that, but I'm harier. As I said before, I had recently lost ten pounds. I weighed myself tonight and I have gained six of them back. I don't care if I'm fat, I just wish it would distribute itself more throughout my body. As far as beer bellies go, this one is an emerging star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114111934436185848?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114111934436185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114111934436185848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114111934436185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114111934436185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review-6-my-beer-belly.html' title='Review #6: my beer belly'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114111755895522470</id><published>2006-02-28T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:17:39.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 5: Imitation crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6749/2213/400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here's the problem with this review : I'm not sure what REAL crab tastes like. But I've had crab cakes, the kind in fried wanton, and other brands of imitation crab. So i'm an expert now.
Anyway, the main fish substance in imitaion crab is pollock, wich I'm sure is some bottom feeding shit-eater. oh, well, I like pork products and that can't be much better. There is also crab flavoring, artificial colors and eggs. There are more ingredients, but I don't care about that.
The cost of this sample of fake crab was $8.99/lb, but at .27 lbs I paid less than $3. I got it at Ken's market in Queen Anne. If you know me, you know why. The kind I got before was from Safeway and was aquired on usually ony drunken or stoned nights, so I have little recolection of the ingredients or price, but it must have been cheap if KC and I were eating it.
As you may have guessed, the faux crab I got tonight was like any other faux crab I've had. It was flaky, it had this smooth buttery tase to it, it only tases good on a wheat thin...but the texture unfortunatley was more...textured. It was rougher. There's something bittersweet about eating imitation crab by itself..it's kinda good. It's kinda gross. Sadly, this enhanced texture intensified the gross part a little (intensified a little?).
Would I buy it again...Not to like, impress a date or anything, but like I said...drunken stoned nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114111755895522470?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114111755895522470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114111755895522470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114111755895522470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114111755895522470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review-5-imitation-crab.html' title='Review # 5: Imitation crab'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114111677175655802</id><published>2006-02-28T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:52:51.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review # 4: Lagunitas Imperial Red Ale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nwmicrobrews.com/Lagunitas/Imperial_Red_Ale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nwmicrobrews.com/Lagunitas/Imperial_Red_Ale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 22 oz. bottle, 7.9% abv
Dark Red, hoppy,sweet, and sharp.
I'd but it again if I was going to a party at the home of someone I knew if I knew there'd be a lot of people there I didn't know. I guess that's the recomended occasion, but there are many options in that instance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114111677175655802?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114111677175655802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114111677175655802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114111677175655802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114111677175655802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review-4-lagunitas-imperial-red-ale.html' title='Review # 4: Lagunitas Imperial Red Ale'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114103123908772672</id><published>2006-02-27T00:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:08:05.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review#3: Sierra Nevada's Bigfoot barley-wine-style beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.beersofeurope.co.uk/acatalog/sierranevadabigfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.beersofeurope.co.uk/acatalog/sierranevadabigfoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This beer is expensive, first of all. It goes at my work for about $10 a six-pack. I paid $1.99 for the one bottle. Like I said in my last beer thing "If I know what hoppy means..." this beer is hoppy on ten. As the aftertase faded, I swore I could taste foliage. It's strong: 9.6%. I would but it again, but not very often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114103123908772672?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114103123908772672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114103123908772672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114103123908772672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114103123908772672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review3-sierra-nevadas-big_114103123908772672.html' title='Review#3: Sierra Nevada&apos;s Bigfoot barley-wine-style beer'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114094621553908951</id><published>2006-02-26T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:01:01.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review#2:Network-station phone sex ads</title><content type='html'>I can't go into it right now, but they get, like, ten stars. Now an infomercial about depression is on...stay tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114094621553908951?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114094621553908951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114094621553908951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094621553908951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094621553908951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review2network-station-phone-sex-ads.html' title='Review#2:Network-station phone sex ads'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114094346092770408</id><published>2006-02-26T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:44:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #1: New Belgum 1554(beer)</title><content type='html'>I am currently 1/2 way through my second bottle of "1554 Brussels style black ale". The copy on the bottle says: "certainly black with taosted maltiness, this ale is not a stout or porter. Rather this dark's secret to quaffability lies in it's bright acidity from the yeast and alluring spicy undertones" I only recently stopped drinking beer just to drink, and started tasting it. So i'll do my best.
Bright acidity...check.
spicy undertones...check.
I must say the beer is very tasty. I'm not sure if I know exactly what "hoppy" means, but if im right, it's not very. It goes down smooth, but its kind of sweet. The sweetness worries me only because I've had New Belgum's Bier(Beir?) de Mars which was also tasy and sweet, but the sweetness leads to headachness. We'll see how that pans out, but as it stands I would buy this beer again.
Should I have some sort of point system or scale? thumbs up, thumbs down? I don't know yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114094346092770408?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114094346092770408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114094346092770408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094346092770408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094346092770408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/review-1-new-belgum-1554beer.html' title='Review #1: New Belgum 1554(beer)'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114094227008569585</id><published>2006-02-26T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:24:30.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of direction</title><content type='html'>I'm not entirley sure where this idea originated, but it's the kind of thing that could be successful if not for my infinite lazyness. Here's the idea: I review everything. I originally thought of it as a print zine, but since I'm sitting here with this blog doing nothing, I think I'll try my hand at the reviewing thing now. There's really no limit to WHAT I can review, but I thought of one...No people. I won't review people. I only thought of that because a friend of mine said "Don't review me..." I wouldn't, but for future reference, it's a good rule. So enough, let me get on with it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114094227008569585?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114094227008569585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114094227008569585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094227008569585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094227008569585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/change-of-direction_26.html' title='A change of direction'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-114094165079343840</id><published>2006-02-26T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:14:10.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually...</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to finish that last post because the moment's gone and I no longer care about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-114094165079343840?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/114094165079343840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=114094165079343840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094165079343840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/114094165079343840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/actually.html' title='Actually...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-113990793518010363</id><published>2006-02-14T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:29:53.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on a night out</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, Friday I think,...that would be the 10th, I went with my friend Jake to meet our friend Garrett downtown before we went to a show of a girl Jake knew. I'm not sure how he met her, but I know that they are Myspace friends (note the mention of myspace. It comes up a few times). We met at a mexican food restaurant on the corner of 2nd and Bell called Mama's Mexican Kitchen. The food was good, moderatley priced, and the service was excellent.l Luckily Jake and I arrived just before a big rush and got to sit without waiting. After waiting for Garrett for a while we dicided to order without him. It was commented that this would cause him to arrive, and when the very personable server took our order, she said the same thing. Lo and behold...minutes later Garrett arrived. The server was kind enough to get his order in with ours.

I don't remember what we talked about. I was eating. I do remember that the bill was $33.33. I thought that seemed interesting as there were three of us, but to my suprise Garrett seemed to think nothing of it. I don't remember the breakdown of the bill, but I bet his lack of interest in such an inane coincidence was because his meal was the cheapest (i dont know if thats true) and he didn't like the idea of the bill being split equally three ways (I love you, Garrett).

One thing I do remember about this night, and I suppose that includes the dinner conversation, was the number of times certain words and phrases came up that I would never expect to hear from either myself or Jake. Myspace (see?), blogging, file sharing, all these internet terms. I wasn't suprised to hear them from Garret at all, as he's been in the know for a while now. For me, on the other hand, it's fairly new. As for Jake, I would never expect to hear him talk about these things, but he always suprises me. It makes sense, however, because it seems he tends to adapt well to new resources such as the internet.

We proceeded to go to the show. We paid $5 at the door and got a stamp on our right inside wrist, as seems to be the custom at "the door" wherever you go. There is very little for me to say about the actual show. I'm not very good at reviewing music, I'm not sure why. It may have something to do with a lack of adjectives or knowledge of musicians in general. I don't know music, but I know what I like. I like the music I heared that night, but I wouldn't buy an album...or pay to see another show. Anyway, I realised that I don't like Heinekin.

I'm tired, I'll finish this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-113990793518010363?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/113990793518010363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=113990793518010363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/113990793518010363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/113990793518010363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/notes-on-night-out.html' title='Notes on a night out'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-113952391355893878</id><published>2006-02-09T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:25:13.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's coming up Phil!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I weighed myself. I don't do this very often, because it's always the same, 180, but once in a while I'm curious. Turns out since last I weighed myself I somehow lost ten pounds! woo-hoo! I don't mind being fat, but being skinny is better.

When I got home from work I found that my friend Bethany had given me a steak from her work. She owed me food for giving her a ride to the airport a while ago. I'm a fan of the barter system. I seasoned it and cooked it up today. It was GREAT!

Back in September I sent a money order for $189 to the Arcata police department for some parking tickets. I wrote down which citations they were for. They sent it back, saying I put down the wrong citation numbers. So I said fuck it, cashed the MO and forgot about it. Recently they sent a letter to my mother saying something about how I still owed and I would owe more if blah blah blah. So I bit the bullet and sent them a money order for $200 asking if I owed more and even told them to keep the change if there was any. Jump forward to today. I checked my mail and there was an envelope from Arcata. "oh, no," I thought.  I opened it and the firts thing I saw was "Warning".  That warning, however, was to bank tellers, telling them not to cash the check if they didn't see a watermark. It was a check! For $79!!! Apparently I only owed them $121. This was perfect timing as I only had $20 cash to my name and payday is a week away.

Eveything's coming up PHIL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-113952391355893878?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/113952391355893878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=113952391355893878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/113952391355893878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/113952391355893878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/everythings-coming-up-phil.html' title='Everything&apos;s coming up Phil!'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-113886999132805116</id><published>2006-02-02T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:10:43.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The state I am in</title><content type='html'>As I said, I just got online yesterday, technicaly two days ago. Here's what led up to that.

I purchased a computer from a coworker about a month ago, which came with a wireless adapter. The antenna wasnt able to pick up any signal. He got me a better one. I could pick up networks, but was unable to connect. I tried moving the computer all over my place trying to get a better signal. nothing was working. I even looked up how to make an antenna out of a Pringles can(never tried it, though).

The other day, on a whim, I moved it to a spot I hadtried before. At first nothing, then late that night I managed to get online just long enough to open the google web page. that was it. The next day I was able to achieve full connectivity. The rest is history.

Now, the computers on the floor, and the antenna is on a window sill. In order to get the signal, the window has to be open. This is unfortunate due to the cold winter weather,. It has been raining this whole time, and I have to keep wiping the rain water off of the antenna.

I couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21846569-113886999132805116?l=lastinline2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/feeds/113886999132805116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21846569&amp;postID=113886999132805116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/113886999132805116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21846569/posts/default/113886999132805116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastinline2.blogspot.com/2006/02/state-i-am-in.html' title='The state I am in'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645784829629608267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j17/angry_tony/noir.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21846569.post-113885471755702466</id><published>2006-02-01T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:08:01.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am (not) afraid</title><content type='html'>I recently got back on the Internet (yesterday), and in an effort to get me back in the swing of things, my friend Garret told be I should get a blog. I told him I didn't like to commit to anything especially in writing for fear of later, if my views were to change, being called a liar or a hypocrite. Garret said "Whatever, we're all hypocrites." That got me to thinking, and I decided that it was okay to go back on my opinions and views for one very good reason:

The fluidity of life.

I look around me and everything is constantly changing. Not in a forward, progressive way...But needlessly and superfluously. Food products always say "Great New Look! Same Great Taste!" Doritos "Nacho Cheesier" and "Cooler Ranch" flavors have now been toned down to just "Nacho Cheese" and "Cool Ranch" for no real reason. The comic books I read and love are always changing...The entire Marvel universe just went through some "House of M" bullshit involving a mutant utopia, Spiderman's costume has recently changed YET AGAIN, and the DC universe, after being changed in the 80's with the Ifinity Crisis storyline, is going to change again with the "Identity Crisis" storyline. Technology is always changing, not so much for the better, but just allowing people to carry more stupid gadgets on their person, ie. ipods and those cell phone ear things (bluetooth?) that make people look like borgs.

So why can't my veiws, which have no great impact on the world or even my own life, change whenever the hell I feel like it? So If I ever say anything that I contradict or someone convinces me I'm wrong and I shift view points, there is one reason I will give that cannot be argued:

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