<?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-2553523507919308235</id><updated>2011-08-09T16:28:01.576-07:00</updated><category term='zippo'/><category term='Seth Green'/><category term='romantic gifts'/><category term='not by'/><category term='gradually going gazzuolo'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='news'/><category term='Gazzuolo'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='come back'/><category term='The Super Hero Squad Show'/><category term='Yankees'/><category term='Peterson'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christian Camargo'/><category term='carfax'/><category term='crystal bowls'/><category term='art'/><category term='softball chanting'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='wheelchair'/><category term='faucet'/><category term='TMNT'/><category term='king'/><category term='james jean'/><category term='Fisk'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='decepticons'/><category term='Iron Boner'/><category term='peanut butter cups'/><category term='Alex Maleev'/><category term='Erin Clark'/><category term='chiclets'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Mad Libs'/><category term='mechanics'/><category term='Ruben Martinez'/><category term='bathroom-bot'/><category term='Spider-Woman'/><category term='q-tips'/><category term='Cribbs'/><category term='seinfeld'/><category term='tv'/><category term='Daredevil'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='Richard Starkings'/><category term='diamonds'/><category term='Hulu'/><category term='hawaiian pizza'/><category term='track ball'/><category term='banner'/><category term='canadians'/><category term='humor'/><category term='Firefly'/><category term='Joker'/><category term='commercials'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='lefties'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='racism'/><category term='skipping stones'/><category term='regret'/><category term='Nancy Opel'/><category term='The Venus Illuminato'/><category term='multiple Christmas lists'/><category term='World Series'/><category term='Inked in Red'/><category term='gift registry'/><category term='motion comics'/><category term='observations'/><category term='an old dead body'/><category term='motion sensor'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Pittsburgh Steelers'/><category term='Long Beach State'/><category term='car fox'/><category term='friday favorites'/><category term='rubber bands'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Fables Covers'/><category term='Ben Roethlisberger'/><category term='comic covers'/><category term='T.J. Robinson'/><category term='Kazaam'/><category term='kronk'/><category term='Heath Ledger'/><category term='Mel Gibson'/><category term='Browns'/><category term='Jacob Thomas'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='iTunes'/><category term='Dustin Nguyen'/><category term='Punisher'/><category term='puddy'/><category term='book review'/><category term='cat'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='tim roth'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='love'/><category term='shopping cart'/><category term='pencil'/><category term='Long Beach Comic Con'/><category term='En Vogue'/><category term='highlander'/><category term='poem'/><category term='The Lion and The Fly'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Neil No Knees'/><category term='coxes'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='harriet times'/><category term='documentary'/><category term='Tim Sale'/><category term='Jodie Foster'/><category term='fables'/><category term='The Long Halloween'/><category term='angels'/><category term='Sleepy Hallow'/><category term='crimes'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='velveteen rabbit'/><category term='Mini'/><category term='gggazzuolo.com'/><category term='Monday Night Football'/><category term='watercolor'/><category term='lie detection'/><category term='sinead o&apos;connor'/><category term='INGOLT'/><category term='Bobby Abreu'/><category term='Devry'/><category term='gum'/><category term='larry the lamb'/><category term='high school'/><category term='Pinocchio Vampire Slayer'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='counting sheep'/><category term='almost rotten'/><category term='croutons'/><category term='football'/><category term='grocery store'/><category term='gus gus'/><category term='christian slater'/><category term='Maverick'/><category term='DC'/><category term='CAAF'/><category term='Iron Man'/><category term='The Beaver'/><category term='chunky peanut butter'/><category term='bad santa'/><category term='Indians'/><category term='michael moore'/><category term='christmas movies'/><category term='The Mouse and the Motorcycle'/><category term='sir adam sleep'/><category term='steelers'/><category term='Ravens'/><category term='Sydney Poitier'/><category term='comic books'/><category term='favorite movies'/><category term='pineapple'/><category term='A Patch of Blue'/><category term='superwhipper'/><category term='parking spot'/><category term='ear canal'/><category term='sidney poitier'/><category term='create your own comic'/><category term='Splinter'/><category term='cinnamon'/><category term='Marvel'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='Jay Leno'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='lie to me'/><category term='The Fifth Ninja Turtle'/><category term='crazy knitter'/><category term='Quinn'/><category term='Astonishing X-Men'/><category term='christmas tree'/><category term='Young Frankenstein'/><category term='I&apos;m Not Going Out Like That'/><category term='love is blind'/><category term='Mr. Bloom'/><category term='hate love dilemmas'/><category term='Cleveland'/><category term='The Dark Knight'/><category term='Dexter'/><title type='text'>Gradually Going Gazzuolo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2020870723554762642</id><published>2010-03-15T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:13:12.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Venus Illuminato'/><title type='text'>The Venus Illuminato - Live in Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>Just throwing a little love out to my buddy Nathaniel Meek's band. He's the drummer working hard in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m72sL-Ij1l4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m72sL-Ij1l4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2020870723554762642?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2020870723554762642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2020870723554762642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2020870723554762642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2020870723554762642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/venus-illuminato-live-in-los-angeles.html' title='The Venus Illuminato - Live in Los Angeles'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-6531221975281682753</id><published>2010-03-10T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:21:22.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron Boner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iron Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='create your own comic'/><title type='text'>Iron Boner</title><content type='html'>Can you blame him?! He's all alone in space with thoughts of ladies dancing through his iron head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/S5g2Tem5CZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gOdIdURPccA/s1600-h/Iron+Boner" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/S5g2Tem5CZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gOdIdURPccA/s400/Iron+Boner" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-6531221975281682753?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6531221975281682753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=6531221975281682753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/6531221975281682753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/6531221975281682753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2010/03/iron-boner.html' title='Iron Boner'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/S5g2Tem5CZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/gOdIdURPccA/s72-c/Iron+Boner' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2635449743792209253</id><published>2009-12-10T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:36:19.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping cart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking spot'/><title type='text'>The Mini Deception</title><content type='html'>In the past I've written about the random shopping cart that always seems to appear in the parking spot you are turning into. You hold out for a closer parking spot at the grocery store, get over excited, begin to turn and...son of a... Shopping cart! You start cursing the moron who just left the cart 2 wheels up on the mini tree island, and totally disregard the fact you've done the same thing with your cart in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record: I always walk my cart back to the nearest cart docking station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hatred derives from another small metal object with wheels by the mini tree island. I now hate Minis. Mini Coopers are shopping carts you can drive. They are so small they get lost behind trucks and other normal size vehicles in parking lots. You hold out for a closer parking spot at the grocery store, get over excited, begin to turn and...son of a... Mini Coop! The only difference between a Mini and a shopping cart is that a shopping cart holds more passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking lots should start putting a section right next to the bike racks for Minis. I'm sure they use the same type of locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should never leave their Mini in a regular parking spot. Mini owners must understand what goes around, comes around. Mini owners will also hold out for a closer parking spot at the grocery store, get over excited, begin to turn and...son of a...Mini Coop! The second Mini owner starts cursing the moron who just left their Mini next to the mini tree island, and totally disregards the fact they've done the same thing with their Mini in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record: I would always drive my Mini back to the nearest Mini docking station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SyH2E5JvLcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gy5BuSaPY-8/s1600-h/mini_cooper_night_h325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SyH2E5JvLcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gy5BuSaPY-8/s400/mini_cooper_night_h325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413878790997618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2635449743792209253?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2635449743792209253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2635449743792209253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2635449743792209253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2635449743792209253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/mini-deception.html' title='The Mini Deception'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SyH2E5JvLcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gy5BuSaPY-8/s72-c/mini_cooper_night_h325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-5385144458554345534</id><published>2009-12-06T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:14:06.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punisher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daredevil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fisk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watercolor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dustin Nguyen'/><title type='text'>Artist's Unofficial Comic Bookmarker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxxjnysV-4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iDUCpUtEI9Q/s1600-h/PunDevil2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxxjnysV-4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iDUCpUtEI9Q/s400/PunDevil2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412310387466304386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://duss005.deviantart.com/"&gt;Dustin Nguyen&lt;/a&gt;, a signed DC artist (Batman Streets of Gotham), just posted two new 5 x 11 watercolor pieces on his blog. They are centered around Wilson Fisk, a.k.a. The Kingpin, but feature two of his prime nemesis: The Punisher and Daredevil. The characters intertwine in comic books just as these two new works of art intertwine in composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Punisher's piece features shades of black/grey which emphasize outfit's tone. Obviously there are shades of red for Daredevil. I liked how the color seems to drip down from The Punisher's piece and how the color seems to drop down onto the Daredevil piece. The two seem to connect, yet they are separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created an unofficial combo of the two (posted to the right) that makes for a very cool bookmark. I have also posted a checkered version of "the Fisk's" below that you can try using as a tiled background on your computer screen. It may look a little too hectic, but you can give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend checking out some of Dustin's other new watercolor posts such as his art inspired by the movie/book "The Road." Follow this &lt;a href="http://duss005.blogspot.com/2009/12/road.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxxjdNFlY2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O5w_NGSCOvU/s1600-h/PunDevil3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxxjdNFlY2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O5w_NGSCOvU/s400/PunDevil3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412310205572932450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-5385144458554345534?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5385144458554345534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=5385144458554345534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5385144458554345534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5385144458554345534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/artists-unofficial-comic-bookmarker.html' title='Artist&apos;s Unofficial Comic Bookmarker'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxxjnysV-4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/iDUCpUtEI9Q/s72-c/PunDevil2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-8854026071413193434</id><published>2009-12-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:45:13.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>It's Mr. Pepper to Me</title><content type='html'>When a person gives themselves a nick name we tend to hate them. We think they are being self involved, and no one likes a person conceded about there cleverness...unless they do it in a charming-awareness-of-the-stupidity-of-it kind of a way. So why is it that we, as a society, are expected to use the title of "doctor" on so many people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please call me Dr. Willingham."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, it's Dr. Huffinpuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not know of a Mrs. Shelly Johnston, but I do know a Dr. Shelly Johnston."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? You are demanding I call you doctor. It is considered a sign of respect to use the title when talking about or addressing people whom have received their doctorate degree in any given field of study. While this may be an accomplishment that many people will never achieve, it in no way deserves a special title. Why not create a title for those whom have climbed Mt. Everest, or for those whom have finished the "Ole 96er"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we do not create a title for those select few people is the same reason I do not respect the title "Doctor": I didn't choose for these people to do what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told these people to go to school for 12 years. It was not my choice to have these people commit themselves to a certain field in a manner that would commit their life to it. These people with doctorates are impressive for committing themselves to a field of study for so long, but that's as far as it goes. I respect you, but I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in respect&lt;/span&gt; with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that with in the community of doctors many doctors look down upon other doctors in lesser known fields. Do surgeons look down on dentist? Medical doctors down on Psychological doctors? Regular doctors down on diet doctors? They may taste the same, but they got their degree online. Doctor's have a saying, "a doctorate from Devry is the degree clip-on tie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxjJ_3odMAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xL3dHdff9f8/s1600-h/DevryLemon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxjJ_3odMAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xL3dHdff9f8/s400/DevryLemon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411297051388227586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie. I call these people "Doctor" all of the time. I hate it. But you know what I hate more? I hate dieing on their surgical table. Oh yeah. They'll do it. Well, maybe not. But I'm not chancing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-8854026071413193434?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8854026071413193434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=8854026071413193434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8854026071413193434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8854026071413193434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-mr-pepper-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s Mr. Pepper to Me'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxjJ_3odMAI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xL3dHdff9f8/s72-c/DevryLemon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-7020525884439920441</id><published>2009-11-29T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:50:22.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Beach State'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.J. Robinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob Thomas'/><title type='text'>Long Beach State Basketball Improves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxNpRoBRGVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dVj9RUqkixo/s1600/TJRob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxNpRoBRGVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dVj9RUqkixo/s320/TJRob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409783328923523410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Long Beach State basketball team is beginning to turn heads. With today's first ever win (in school history) over UCLA, the 49ers not only become the 4th team to beat the lowly Bruins, but they also put themselves on the college basketball map once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Beach State is not going out of their way to stick to low level teams in and out of their conference this year; rather they are traveling to play the best. They challenge 6 AP top 25 teams this season and 4 of them are currently in the AP top 10 (Texas, Kentucky, Duke, West Virginia). To be the best you have to play the best...consistently. All of these games are away games: including their 3 losses on the season so far to Notre Dame, West Virginia, and Clemson (all AP top 25 teams), but they are battling no matter where the court may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In State's recent 3 game tournament run (&lt;a href="http://www.76classic.com/"&gt;the 76 Classic&lt;/a&gt;), sophomore T.J. Robinson averaged 20 points and 12.3 rebounds per game, while making 60.5 percent (23-of-38) of his shots. Robinson put up these numbers against tough Clemson and West Virginia teams, and the usually competitive UCLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the future Long Beach is trying to build by recruiting more talent than in previous years. In 2008 ESPN.com rated State's recruiting class 10 overall among mid-major schools. This year ESPN.com has rated Long Beach 6 overall among the mid-majors. Leading this class is shooting guard Jacob Thomas from Minnesota. He is ranked 89th on ESPN.com's top 100 class of 2010 recruits. Mid-major teams like Long Beach State rarely get players ranked within the top 100 in the nation. ESPN.com says that Thomas is, "widely considered one of the most prolific jump shooters in the country." Thomas passed on schools like Notre Dame, Iowa, and Wisconsin: teams much more established than Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far ESPN.com believes Long Beach State is the team out of the Big West Conference that will prove to be the best, both this year and beyond. They have fought hard so far this season and with continued improvement in play, coaching, and especially recruiting, I think they can eventually rise to a national competitive level. We can one day get back to the golden years of 1970 to 1973 when we went to the elite 8 twice and sweet 16 twice. This being the 40th anniversary of that run I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO BEACH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-7020525884439920441?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7020525884439920441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=7020525884439920441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7020525884439920441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7020525884439920441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-beach-state-basketball-improves.html' title='Long Beach State Basketball Improves'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SxNpRoBRGVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dVj9RUqkixo/s72-c/TJRob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1762132234874605754</id><published>2009-11-24T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:23:36.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firefly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple Christmas lists'/><title type='text'>Multiple Christmas Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Swy_TzGp9DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/blHtUI21H6U/s1600/ChristmasList2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Swy_TzGp9DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/blHtUI21H6U/s320/ChristmasList2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407907599421666354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I get older and bring more people into my life, I run into a problem around Christmas time. I want so many things and I don't know who will or could get it for me. Such a problem to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I create a list of things I would like to receive and give it to everyone I may get several of the same gifts. Then I have to return one of the gifts and that can be a hassle. Also, if I have already received the gift from another person I have to put on the fake happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh what?! Firefly, the complete DVD set! Man, I love this gift so much I wouldn't mind having three...which is a good thing because this is my third. Oh, it was ordered online so I have to ship it back...not a problem! I'll use my cash and ship it to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; account reimbursed. But again...great gift! Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will say to me, "Maybe you shouldn't get anything then, if you do not want to get the same gifts. It is the only way to know for sure the gift won't be repeated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course reply by calling them a dumb bitch and pointing out they could always just give me money, a gift card, or something I specifically told them. Granted I have just called them a dumb bitch, so I usually get nothing from that person. You call them one harmless name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously have put some thought into this, and that is why I make multiple lists for different people. I access the giver's income, thoughtfulness, willingness to search for a gift, and overall mood when it comes to gift giving. I give different people different objects (books, electronics, random goods) per list and include the same type of gift cards on everyone's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times people will try to be creative and get me something off the list. Sometimes you get an unexpected gem and other times you get a 2 pack DVD combo: Police Academy 3/Big Mama's House 2. My mom is good at giving me a mix of gifts I want and things I didn't know I wanted. (Cologne? What is she trying to say?) She understands how my mind works and she makes every Christmas a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I am not being greedy or ungrateful. I am being practical. I suggest every person make multiple Christmas lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unless of course all you want are jars and jars of the popcorn flavored jelly belly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1762132234874605754?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1762132234874605754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1762132234874605754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1762132234874605754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1762132234874605754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/multiple-christmas-lists.html' title='Multiple Christmas Lists'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Swy_TzGp9DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/blHtUI21H6U/s72-c/ChristmasList2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-3309966702169664470</id><published>2009-11-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:48:27.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Short Poem For All Ages</title><content type='html'>I once knew a girl who made princess toys.&lt;br /&gt;Well no, not the toys, but the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;These plastic figurines were not made for boys;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, they were made for children without coxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-3309966702169664470?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3309966702169664470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=3309966702169664470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3309966702169664470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3309966702169664470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-poem-for-all-ages.html' title='A Short Poem For All Ages'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1688237647452717420</id><published>2009-11-19T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:42:00.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy knitter'/><title type='text'>Words That Sound Like Inappropriate Words</title><content type='html'>Once in a great while one will come across a term that does not fit its situation.  Words that are spoken too quickly in certain situations can make someone appear to be an ass. The following example is one of my shining moments which will further explain exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working at P.F Chang's China Bistro as a server late one night, when I received a table of two old black ladies in the mood for some dinner.  The table started off like any other: I asked how they were, they were friendly, and we chatted briefly.  By the time the old ladies were through with their meal we had spoken about different subjects and had pockets of nice conversation throughout the night.  Normally that is where every story about a nice table ends, and in a way, that is still true for this story.  Yet, just before I left and said goodbye to the old black ladies, they asked me one last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We were trying to think of the name of this old horror movie we saw, maybe you can help us?  Have you ever seen a movie where a woman is sewing a quilt together and when some man walks up to the lady she jumps up and stabs him in the eyes with her quilting tools?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some shock to such a random question, I quickly replied, with some emphasis towards the end, “No!  But it sounds like that’s one crazy knitter!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I do not remember how long I stood there. The old black ladies and I just stared at each other in shock, confusion, and with a tad bit of horror.  I only remember the quite walk back to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it subconscious racism that sparked such a witty comment, or was it sheer coincidence that the term I used was unfortunately similar to an ignorant slur? Either way, I hate the term knitter for being too much like a callous word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwYBJB91lqI/AAAAAAAAANw/5oKfxH4_5uI/s1600/stabbedKnit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwYBJB91lqI/AAAAAAAAANw/5oKfxH4_5uI/s400/stabbedKnit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406009657363109538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Knitting Needle stabbed into an eye - X-Ray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1688237647452717420?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1688237647452717420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1688237647452717420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1688237647452717420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1688237647452717420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-that-sound-like-inappropriate.html' title='Words That Sound Like Inappropriate Words'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwYBJB91lqI/AAAAAAAAANw/5oKfxH4_5uI/s72-c/stabbedKnit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-7454379511415271277</id><published>2009-11-18T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:54:41.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Long Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Batman: The Long Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwTKr3y3S4I/AAAAAAAAANg/ceLRm4eTJDE/s1600/TheLongHalloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwTKr3y3S4I/AAAAAAAAANg/ceLRm4eTJDE/s320/TheLongHalloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405668307811912578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman: The Long Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is a series of 13 issues (1996-1997) written by Jeph Loeb with art by Tim Sale. It basically picks up in the Batman universe after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman: Year One&lt;/span&gt; (Miller &amp;amp; Mazzucchelli), the origins of Bruce Wayne/Batman and Jim Gordon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Long Halloween&lt;/span&gt; tells the story of Batman, Gordon, and Harvey Dent's relationship towards each other and their attempts to save the rotting city of Gotham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is at it's core a murder mystery or a "who done it?" It examines the bond between men with the same wants, but different ideas on how to achieve goals. The characters are fleshed out very well. From the examination of Bruce Wayne's connection to his deceased parents, to the Gotham city mobsters' connection to family and power; Loeb and Sale craft a tale that keeps you in suspense and keeps you guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into this graphic novel I had only read one Loeb &amp;amp; Sale collaboration: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daredevil: Yellow&lt;/span&gt; (also really good). I liked Sale's art in Yellow, but it was still new to me...it was growing on me. By the time I got through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Long Halloween&lt;/span&gt; I became a full on fan. Not a crisp style like a Steve McNiven (amazing artist), but rather a slightly exaggerated form of quick-hand drawings that give the characters personality through their visuals: a large Batman, shadowy Harvey Dent, and sleek Joker are some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on picking up more of Loeb &amp;amp; Sale's work including their other Marvel "color" books such as: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Man: Blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hulk: Grey&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain America: White&lt;/span&gt;. Along with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Long Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman: Dark Victory&lt;/span&gt; won the duo an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eisner_Award"&gt;Eisner Award&lt;/a&gt; for best Graphic Album reprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 13 issues long, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Long Halloween&lt;/span&gt; is quite the read. Affordable at no more than $20, it feels like you are reading an actual novel (non-graphic) which you must set down from time to time to catch your breath. I recommend this read for a rainy Sunday when you have no plans. It will make your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman: The Long Halloween&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-7454379511415271277?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7454379511415271277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=7454379511415271277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7454379511415271277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7454379511415271277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/batman-long-halloween.html' title='Batman: The Long Halloween'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwTKr3y3S4I/AAAAAAAAANg/ceLRm4eTJDE/s72-c/TheLongHalloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4854970393311624229</id><published>2009-11-17T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:12:07.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skipping stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Last of the Skipping Stones</title><content type='html'>Flat and round,&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground,&lt;br /&gt;the last of the skipping stones lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others splash.&lt;br /&gt;No skip, no dash.&lt;br /&gt;They sink to the bottom and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which to choose?&lt;br /&gt;Without some grooves,&lt;br /&gt;How does one tell them apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by size,&lt;br /&gt;a solid guise,&lt;br /&gt;but how it beats in it's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held in hand,&lt;br /&gt;if pulse is bland,&lt;br /&gt;disregard and go find a new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On water,&lt;br /&gt;sinks without her,&lt;br /&gt;skipping heartbeats being with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4854970393311624229?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4854970393311624229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4854970393311624229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4854970393311624229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4854970393311624229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-of-skipping-stones.html' title='The Last of the Skipping Stones'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-3720294670606825543</id><published>2009-11-15T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:36:45.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday Night Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Browns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cribbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ravens'/><title type='text'>5 Reasons to Watch the Browns This Monday</title><content type='html'>This Monday night the Cleveland Browns face the Baltimore Ravens on ESPN's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday Night Football&lt;/span&gt;. The Browns have only one win on the season and have a total of 4 good players (that's counting the punter). It seams like a game any casual football fan may want to pass, but maybe not. I submit 5 reasons to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday Night Football&lt;/span&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. The Fantasy Impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure the Browns are horrible, and most leagues probably don't have a single one of their players, but the are playing the Ravens. Most every player on Baltimore's roster is projected to have a huge game. I, myself (sounds redundant), have WR Derrick Mason who went for 118 yards and a touchdown against the browns in week 3. I also have the Ravens' defense who gave up just 3 points to the Browns while intercepting 4 passes. I do not expect this week to be any different then week 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Josh Cribbs On &amp;amp; Off The Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwCPiH_rtMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b7FzMhfF1Ms/s1600/cribbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwCPiH_rtMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b7FzMhfF1Ms/s400/cribbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404477369269073090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 3 seasons Josh Cribbs has been one of the best (if not the best) kick/punt returners in the NFL. This season he has a punt returned for a touchdown and a kickoff returned for a TD. He is rated either &lt;a href="http://www.football.com/article/top_10_kick_returners.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; or 2 on most experts top returners in the league lists. He is a source of pride for Cleveland fans on the field, and more recently oof the field. In a display of his quality as an individual, Cribbs walked a high school senior-night with the son of his former college football coach. Cribbs late coach died in 2005 of lymphoma leaving behind his son Michael Drake. Cribbs, unannounced, showed up to walk Drake onto the football field and be there for the son of a coach who was like a father to Cribbs. Read the story &lt;a href="http://www.ohio.com/sports/browns/70113032.html#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Brady Quin: Medicine Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lowest passer rating (36.2) and the lowest completion percentage (42.9%) in the NFL this season, Derrick Anderson has been benched by the Cleveland Browns. His 9 interceptions in 6 games has lead the team to turn the ball back over to their opening day starter Brady Quinn. A move, expected, but depressing. Quinn started week 3 against the Ravens: throwing one interception with a total of 34 yards. He was benched at the half, giving way to Anderson who lit up the Ravens by throwing 3 interceptions. Is Quinn, the former Notre Dame collegiate star, the medicine the browns need to turn things around. The numbers say no, but Sean Connery believes the Browns' flower has bloomed and revealed that Quinn is the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medicine_Man_%28film%29"&gt;rare ant&lt;/a&gt; that can cure the Browns' losing cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Lovable Losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can honestly say they hate a Cleveland team? They once in a great while put up a fight, but they never win it in the end. If anything, they give your team a free victory. Besides LeBron with the Cavs, Cleveland has been a push over for more years than I have been alive. People love an underdog and the Browns are almost always the underdog. Secretly, I think most people would like to see the Browns win. If not...you're either a front runner or from Pittsburgh. Either way, I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pst...Nothing is on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live on the west coast nothing else is on at 5:30pm worth watching. However, if you are on the east coast... I suggest starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House (8pm)&lt;/span&gt; on Fox, laughing at the Browns for an hour on ESPN, then flipping over to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castle&lt;/span&gt; on ABC (10pm, one of my favorite shows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwCPyAxYBUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/M0lv5fFby20/s1600/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwCPyAxYBUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/M0lv5fFby20/s400/castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404477642207921474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-3720294670606825543?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3720294670606825543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=3720294670606825543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3720294670606825543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3720294670606825543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-reasons-to-watch-browns-this-monday.html' title='5 Reasons to Watch the Browns This Monday'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SwCPiH_rtMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b7FzMhfF1Ms/s72-c/cribbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-8020059128729514427</id><published>2009-11-14T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:32:45.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lion and The Fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Lion and The Fly</title><content type='html'>He's a big ol' putty cat with a mane, crown of fur&lt;br /&gt;The lionesses dig him, his scent, his allure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The females crowd the king and lick at his face,&lt;br /&gt;but his liege swats them away to give him his space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits alone, licks his chops stained blood red.&lt;br /&gt;Just the king in the shade of a tree old and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ear twitches. The tail jerks. Now both ears.&lt;br /&gt;Slight touches. Light buzzing. Then he appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pest of the dead, the speck of black in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxical in origin. The smell or the fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the king swats. "Away with you tormentor."&lt;br /&gt;The fly takes no notice, and remains a dissenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given no choice the lion lets his paws go,&lt;br /&gt;he bites at the sky and tail he does throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fly carries on. Land. Fly. Land. Fly...at will.&lt;br /&gt;While the king begins to tire from his illusive kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lord falls to the dirt, pants hard, head on ground,&lt;br /&gt;as the fly still continues to effortlessly dance around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sv9MDevx1jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tpJu4f8jy4k/s1600-h/lion+flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sv9MDevx1jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tpJu4f8jy4k/s400/lion+flies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404121700544665138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-8020059128729514427?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8020059128729514427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=8020059128729514427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8020059128729514427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8020059128729514427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/lion-and-fly.html' title='The Lion and The Fly'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sv9MDevx1jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tpJu4f8jy4k/s72-c/lion+flies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-8948286929100893289</id><published>2009-11-13T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:25:08.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hulu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astonishing X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iTunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion comics'/><title type='text'>Owned by Hulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sv3Nr9AI4oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8zMZ0o6vwo8/s1600-h/spiderwoman02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sv3Nr9AI4oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8zMZ0o6vwo8/s320/spiderwoman02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403701282907677314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last month I did a post about how much I enjoyed the &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/"&gt;Marve&lt;/a&gt;l &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman&lt;/span&gt; motion comics. You can re-read that post &lt;a href="http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/spider-woman-motion-comics.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This statement is still true, however, I do like Marvel a little less now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to obtain these motion comic episodes it to purchase them through iTunes. They are $1.99 (less than what an average comic costs) and you keep them in your iTunes player. Currently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Astonishing X-Men&lt;/span&gt; motion comics are being sold, and are the newest of Marvel's motion comic line. I am currently buying those episodes. But should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hulu-loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile Marvel let viewers watch the first episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman&lt;/span&gt; for free on their site or through an embedding on other's sites, like my own. Now, Marvel has released all of the episodes for free through Hulu. It may be for a limited time, but I still feel cheated in some way. I paid for the episodes and now they are just giving them away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hulu may just be showing them for a limited time only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do have the download to watch on the go if I choose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did get to watch the episodes when the first came out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...But Still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least by showing them for free this can expand the awareness of the Marvel motion comics line. Feel free to watch from the &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/motioncomics"&gt;Marvel Hulu page&lt;/a&gt;, or the &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/search?query=Spider-Woman%2C+Agent+of+S.W.O.R.D.&amp;amp;st=0"&gt;Hulu show page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...you freeloaders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-8948286929100893289?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8948286929100893289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=8948286929100893289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8948286929100893289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8948286929100893289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/owned-by-hulu.html' title='Owned by Hulu'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sv3Nr9AI4oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8zMZ0o6vwo8/s72-c/spiderwoman02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4319014816996061127</id><published>2009-11-11T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:55:20.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate love dilemmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost rotten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='croutons'/><title type='text'>Hate Love Dilemmas: Croutons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Air never tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Svuw0eRAoZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9CBszywbjVk/s1600-h/croutons7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Svuw0eRAoZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9CBszywbjVk/s400/croutons7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403106593485136274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that when eating stale porous pieces of bread one could enjoy a salad so much? Croutons have become so popular that many different flavors and shapes of the dried out bread have been created. I, like millions, love croutons. And I, like millions, hate croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eat salad you stab the leaves or lettuce with a fork. Sure the veggies stay on the fork, but when a crouton is stabbed the crouton cracks in half and falls from the fork. This, of course, assumes the crouton isn't too hard to even be punctured. One ends up using the fork like a spoon to eat stale bread bits. My, how the might have fallen. The fork has been reduced to the depths of the spoon. Anything can scoop, but it takes a true tool to impale. I love and hate croutons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While we're on the subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like croutons, I do love myself a yellow apple and week old Mother's frosted oatmeal cookies. The yellow apple is an oddity. A mixing of both red and green apple. Not sour like the green, yet not crispy and solid like the red. A yellow apple is an inbred of the two. Not natural and almost rotten. Yet, that is how I like my apples...almost rotten. Just like the week old Mother's frosted oatmeal cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft. Tasty. Almost rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4319014816996061127?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4319014816996061127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4319014816996061127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4319014816996061127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4319014816996061127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hate-love-dilemmas-croutons.html' title='Hate Love Dilemmas: Croutons'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Svuw0eRAoZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9CBszywbjVk/s72-c/croutons7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4291658950246393329</id><published>2009-11-10T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:32:16.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate love dilemmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chunky peanut butter'/><title type='text'>Hate Love Dilemmas: Chunky Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SvpoKeTHD-I/AAAAAAAAALw/hdlVj2CwETk/s1600-h/peanut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SvpoKeTHD-I/AAAAAAAAALw/hdlVj2CwETk/s320/peanut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402745232125530082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love chunky peanut butter. I am a crazy fiend for peanuts, so then I must obviously love extra peanuts in my peanut butter. Possibly the weirdest thing ever, yet it worked so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunky peanut butter really is an odd thing. They (the executive at JIF, Peter Pan, etc.) decided they would not grind up all the peanuts, but rather, leave some just broken. Not crushed. Just damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of it's success, and even the amount of joy I receive from the damaged product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to spread chunky peanut butter on a piece of soft bread? It takes half the jar! It crumples up the bread as you spread, and it over powers the jelly on a PB&amp;amp;J like a strong wind to old people. Sorry Jelly. I never wanted it like this, but these are the thing that must be with chunky peanut butter. I hate and love chunky peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hate telling people I like "peanuts." When you say it quickly it sounds like "penis." There is always a moment of uncomfortable silence while the person I tell registers that I have said "peanuts" and not "penis." Or maybe there isn't a moment and I am unknowingly gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uncomfortable silence)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4291658950246393329?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4291658950246393329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4291658950246393329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4291658950246393329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4291658950246393329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hate-love-dilemmas-chunky-peanut-butter.html' title='Hate Love Dilemmas: Chunky Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SvpoKeTHD-I/AAAAAAAAALw/hdlVj2CwETk/s72-c/peanut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-236072699226918409</id><published>2009-11-08T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:47:43.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Opel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil No Knees'/><title type='text'>13 Degrees of Neil No Knees</title><content type='html'>I didn't know him,&lt;br /&gt;his existence and presence never in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Strangely and eventually became entwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Slutty Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;just as everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;She slept with Mickey Molar,&lt;br /&gt;well... just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mickey had this dentist,&lt;br /&gt;whom pulled out all his back teeth:&lt;br /&gt;a dentist named Lack Luster Larry,&lt;br /&gt;a molar pulling thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry's looks were forgettable,&lt;br /&gt;just ask his ex wife.&lt;br /&gt;It lead to their divorce,&lt;br /&gt;and Move-on Malinda's new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malinda's second marriage canned,&lt;br /&gt;like the third, forth and fifth.&lt;br /&gt;So she hired Yiddish Yente,&lt;br /&gt;to see whom she'd be matched with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yente knew women and men,&lt;br /&gt;she knew many straight, many gay.&lt;br /&gt;She even knew &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Opel"&gt;Nancy Opel&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;who played Yente on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy has also done TV,&lt;br /&gt;including every Law &amp;amp; Order.&lt;br /&gt;And like Bolder Bowling Bill,&lt;br /&gt;She grew up on a border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill loved his Kansas bowling,&lt;br /&gt;which is done with rocks not balls.&lt;br /&gt;His stiffest competition:&lt;br /&gt;none other than Walter Waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter cried like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;every time he lost a rolling round.&lt;br /&gt;Which angered Janitor Jerry,&lt;br /&gt;who mopped his tears off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry was a simple man,&lt;br /&gt;who did as he was told.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike his wife Commanding Camilla,&lt;br /&gt;who controlled the young and the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla was a Principal,&lt;br /&gt;and read bingo numbers Wednesday nights.&lt;br /&gt;She worked with Doorman Darrel,&lt;br /&gt;who broke-up all the old people fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel was surprised by old-folk scuffles,&lt;br /&gt;and broke them up with care.&lt;br /&gt;For he had heard all the stories,&lt;br /&gt;of Mr. Hulking Harry Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With green hair and large muscles,&lt;br /&gt;Harry once knocked an old lady down.&lt;br /&gt;The lady's son Victory Verdict Vincent,&lt;br /&gt;got green Hair cut from the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent leads us to our destination,&lt;br /&gt;his oddest client, which everyone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;The case of the missing lower joints,&lt;br /&gt;the case of Neil No Knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-236072699226918409?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/236072699226918409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=236072699226918409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/236072699226918409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/236072699226918409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/13-degrees-of-neil-no-knees.html' title='13 Degrees of Neil No Knees'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1136488687371013754</id><published>2009-11-03T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:48:54.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlander'/><title type='text'>Multiple Monkey Matters</title><content type='html'>In the beginning there was one. No name. Just one. When there is only one, a name is of no importance. He stood. He laid. He eventual found a knife. He would go days, weeks, and months holding his knife firmly (as if it was taped to his hand) and just stare at people. Intimidation is the past-time of the singular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talked. They would pass by and wonder. Understanding of the loner with the knife was limited. Some laughed. Big mistake. Most went about their days and never knew his purpose or meaning. They soon found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look Who Came Swinging Into Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was months ago now, but still fresh in his mind. Hanging over there in "his" jungle like corner. An oasis of performance. A regular tropical skeeze sector. Later "he" moved inward. No big deal everyone thought. Most people cared not for the new. "He" was quiet. Kept to himself. Didn't wield a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His" presence alone destroyed the singularity of his existence! Something must be done! He scratched his cap with his trusty knife and remembered a line from his favorite movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SvDbOe-h4cI/AAAAAAAAALg/nbalz8KhN60/s1600-h/MonkeyKill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SvDbOe-h4cI/AAAAAAAAALg/nbalz8KhN60/s400/MonkeyKill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400056995097207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1136488687371013754?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1136488687371013754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1136488687371013754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1136488687371013754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1136488687371013754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/multiple-monkey-matters.html' title='Multiple Monkey Matters'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SvDbOe-h4cI/AAAAAAAAALg/nbalz8KhN60/s72-c/MonkeyKill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2398178113559934207</id><published>2009-11-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:07:16.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fifth Ninja Turtle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Splinter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMNT'/><title type='text'>The Fifth Ninja Turtle</title><content type='html'>The lesser known, and often forgotten 5th ninja turtle, Jimmy, attended a Halloween party a couple of nights ago. He came alone. He left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do You Know Your Jimmistory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy, the older brother of the well known teenage mutant ninja turtles Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael and Leonardo, was raised by Splinter, yet was treated much differently. Jimmy excelled in school in communication and was the captain of the debate team. He did not attack with weapons, but rather he assaulted his enemies with his mind and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to college but took out plenty of student loans due to Splinter spending all of his money on weapons, elbow and knee bands, and pizzas for the younger turtles. Jimmy received a degree in philosophy, learned Splinter's teaching were bogus, and moved out to Los Angeles. After that Jimmy slipped into obscurity...until this Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-pyPc3ovI/AAAAAAAAALI/EfAGvPQGzm4/s1600-h/turtlefriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-pyPc3ovI/AAAAAAAAALI/EfAGvPQGzm4/s400/turtlefriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399721158846685938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy hanging out with some of his pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-qLegdbxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/m_hAhXwFkbw/s1600-h/turtlegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-qLegdbxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/m_hAhXwFkbw/s400/turtlegirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399721592385007378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy and Dog picking up some chicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-qjEY3zmI/AAAAAAAAALY/r3HEimlrii8/s1600-h/turtles4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-qjEY3zmI/AAAAAAAAALY/r3HEimlrii8/s400/turtles4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399721997690719842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jimmy with some younger brother impostors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2398178113559934207?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2398178113559934207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2398178113559934207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2398178113559934207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2398178113559934207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/11/fifth-ninja-turtle.html' title='The Fifth Ninja Turtle'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Su-pyPc3ovI/AAAAAAAAALI/EfAGvPQGzm4/s72-c/turtlefriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2799093747893111009</id><published>2009-10-28T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:42:54.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinocchio Vampire Slayer'/><title type='text'>Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuknjotAOzI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kf78wsSl2WQ/s1600-h/Pinocchio1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuknjotAOzI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kf78wsSl2WQ/s320/Pinocchio1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397889121555331890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Specially ordered, I picked up my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt; graphic novel today. The story of a wooden boy who has the ability to lie, grow a longer wooden-stake nose, break it off, and then kill an undead blood-sucker with it...is worth any amount of money. Luckily it was only $10.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was written by Dan Jensen and illustrated by Dusty Higgins. The book is smaller than a conventional comic in height and width, yet is still a graphic novel length of read. The art is all black and white except for the cover...which is black, white, and red. The intro art (which retells the classic tale) is bloody simplistic yet charming. It captures the quick-paced fun tone of the book in a brief 3 page sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt; picks up on the fable of Pinocchio after the conventional tale, but before he turns into a real boy. He remains splintered and string-less with a knack for vampire slaying. There is a bit of romance, a lot of action, and plenty of puns. I love puns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the story is good. I wanted it to be the best thing I've read in a while but it's no &lt;a href="http://marvel.wikia.com/Old_Man_Logan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Man Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (which came out in hardback today - Mark Millar &amp;amp; Steve McNiven). The fast pace story doesn't leave a ton of time to get to know the characters very well, but it does allow for a story that delivers many scenes one expects from a book about a vampire killing puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always understood that a book focusing on a unique story idea, or even gimmick, does not have to have the best art. The art should be fun and make for quick visual recognition, but it should not take away from the story or tone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt; has art that sinks-up with the level of story and takes nothing away from the adventure. It is clear, the characters have distinct designs, and the backgrounds are not overly detailed. The art actually reminds me of a basic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Mignola"&gt;Mike Mignola&lt;/a&gt; style. Not quite to his creative ends, but the hint of his style is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale from "1" to "destruction of night walkers", I would have to give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt; a B...adass +. The plus indicates that the book is a great shelf or coffee table book to share with friends when they stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to read. Awesome to own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUuB85ZKqP0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUuB85ZKqP0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2799093747893111009?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2799093747893111009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2799093747893111009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2799093747893111009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2799093747893111009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/pinocchio-vampire-slayer.html' title='Pinocchio: Vampire Slayer'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuknjotAOzI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kf78wsSl2WQ/s72-c/Pinocchio1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1669308947431830259</id><published>2009-10-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:25:51.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>True Love to Conquer the Damn Yankees...Just Not This Year</title><content type='html'>I want the Yankees to win the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a New York Yankee fan, nor am I a Philadelphia Philly fan. I am not a front runner, nor am I looking for pin-stripe victories based on a bet. I want the Yankees to win for the simple fact that they are the Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by Step Reasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am from Cleveland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the Indians.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe one day the Indians can win the World Series.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The greatest team of all time is the Yankees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going through the Yankees to get a World Series win legitimizes the win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleveland becomes less of a joke to the outside world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SueBNKjssuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/la0o21-ZW-I/s1600-h/I+love+Cleveland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SueBNKjssuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/la0o21-ZW-I/s320/I+love+Cleveland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397424741599195874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If the Indians can not win, due to the fact that they have been out of the playoffs since late May, then I would rather the great get greater. If the Yankees pick up another championship it will be their 27th. It will add to the legend of those damn Yankees. So, when my team is out of it, I like the Yankees to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Yankees because I love the Indians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1669308947431830259?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1669308947431830259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1669308947431830259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1669308947431830259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1669308947431830259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-love-to-conquer-damn-yankeesjust.html' title='True Love to Conquer the Damn Yankees...Just Not This Year'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SueBNKjssuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/la0o21-ZW-I/s72-c/I+love+Cleveland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4050522844776055004</id><published>2009-10-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:56:09.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='create your own comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Super Hero Squad Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='En Vogue'/><title type='text'>The Always Fashionable Marvel</title><content type='html'>Though Disney has recently purchased &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/"&gt;Marvel&lt;/a&gt;, the 2 companies will not affect each other for quite awhile. Once all of the final contracts our worked out and signed the creative teams of Disney and Marvel will start to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney, well known for it's animation division, may be surprised by the wide array of current animated projects Marvel has operating. Without getting into straight to DVD animated features, Marvel currently produces &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/movies/Iron_Man.Iron_Man_Armored_Adventures"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ironman: Armored Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolverine and the X-Men&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Super Hero Squad Show&lt;/span&gt;. Marvel also has other shows currently on television and in pre-production, but these three are maintaining excellent ratings in the youth market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuTVHNbnWDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/triVUznyGRo/s1600-h/superherosquad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuTVHNbnWDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/triVUznyGRo/s400/superherosquad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396672573337983026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the previously mentioned shows, &lt;a href="http://superherosquad.marvel.com/home"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Super Hero Squad Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is doing quite well in the under 10 years of age demographic. I sat in on a viewing of two of the upcoming episodes and recognized right away that the target demographic was a young child (it was painful). Unlike &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/movies/X-Men.Wolverine_and_the_X-Men"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolverine and the X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; target market of young teens (and comic lovers of all ages), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Super Hero Squad Show&lt;/span&gt; has very basic plots and slapstick comedy. There are hidden bits of info only Marvel comic fans will understand and appreciate, but the show is made to be loud and quickly paced for the current A.D.D. culture of children television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young shows like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/span&gt; and the 90's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt; animated series were made in a different style. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TMNT&lt;/span&gt; was fun for kids because there was action, but they could also understand what was going on differently. The characters talked slower and the show was not one dramatic scene followed by another. Attention spans have changed and with the advent of so many program choices and recorded television, loud noises and constant intensity is often needed to keep the channel from changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Super Hero Squad Show&lt;/span&gt; is not only fashionable on TV these days...it is also keeping up with the community of the growing amounts of children on the Internet. The show has it's own section on Marvel's animation page, and includes some very cool interactive features. The coolest feature: the &lt;a href="http://superherosquad.marvel.com/create_your_own_comic"&gt;create your own comic&lt;/a&gt; section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a simple type of Flash, you are able to either create a mini comic strip of a couple panels or a full comic book with several pages! The give you backgrounds, characters, dialog balloons and many other options to create your own original stories...using the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Hero Squad Show&lt;/span&gt; characters, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may recognize "My Lovin' " strip inspired by En Vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuTNUpDEcsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Li5ZSyqV5Q4/s1600-h/en+vogue+strip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuTNUpDEcsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Li5ZSyqV5Q4/s400/en+vogue+strip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396664007996502722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Create your own comic &lt;a href="http://superherosquad.marvel.com/create_your_own_comic"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Have fun with it. Oh and one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A'Woo Woo Wooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4050522844776055004?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4050522844776055004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4050522844776055004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4050522844776055004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4050522844776055004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/always-fashionable-marvel.html' title='The Always Fashionable Marvel'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuTVHNbnWDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/triVUznyGRo/s72-c/superherosquad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-5202124004944029454</id><published>2009-10-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:34:30.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Bloom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Dire Outcome for Mr. Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not by explosion&lt;br /&gt;Not by blood loss&lt;br /&gt;Not by a rabid animal on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by plane crash&lt;br /&gt;Not by snake bite&lt;br /&gt;Not by accidental stabbing by cleats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by knife&lt;br /&gt;Not by fire&lt;br /&gt;Not by drowning in a pool of oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by stroke&lt;br /&gt;Not by heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Not by a dirty infected old boil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by cannibalism&lt;br /&gt;Not by cancer&lt;br /&gt;Not by an allergic reaction to an apple he took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by virus&lt;br /&gt;Not by old age&lt;br /&gt;Not by an accident with a grapple: type hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true...&lt;br /&gt;There was a dire outcome for Mr. Bloom&lt;br /&gt;And yet still...&lt;br /&gt;We cease to know what caused his death and his doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-5202124004944029454?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5202124004944029454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=5202124004944029454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5202124004944029454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5202124004944029454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dire-outcome-for-mr-bloom.html' title='A Dire Outcome for Mr. Bloom'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2080164125231578291</id><published>2009-10-22T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:15:07.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepy Hallow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAAF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruben Martinez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peterson'/><title type='text'>The Bid With One Name</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was on a mission. Recently, &lt;a href="http://rm73.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ruben Martinez&lt;/a&gt;, an artist who's art work I check in on from time to time, created a piece titled "Sleepy Hallow." It is a wonderful depiction of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleepy Hallow&lt;/span&gt; story which I came to find out...was up for silent auction. Martinez had created the art for a charity auction Matel (the toy maker) was sponsoring for the &lt;a href="http://www.caaf4kids.org/"&gt;Children Affected by Aids Foundations (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAAF&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;. Randomly, the event was held down the street from where I live so I thought...why don't I go and see if I can bid the highest for "Sleepy Hallow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew going into the event the art started at about $100. I was cool with spending a little more then I would normally spend on art because it was for a great cause. I went thinking I can spend a little over $200. I have a shot! Or so I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show had a nice set-up with art lining the walls of a small venue. Most guest were in casual nice clothing of slacks, sports jackets, and casual dress attire for the women (I had jeans and a hoody). The event was catered with snacks, wine and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I toured the paintings, wine in hand, I was pleasantly surprised by the art. Some pieces you could buy instantly, and thus, steal a gem. But most pieces were silent auction. I made my way past the He-Man original art, which Ruben was bidding on with other high spenders, and finally to Ruben's "Sleepy Hollow." It had a black laser cut frame which included a pumpkin on top. It wasn't a large piece, yet it was just about the best of show. After viewing the art I turned to view the silent auction sheet to see what I would have to bid, and that's when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuFfiGWBhHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/77JLGZtzFN8/s1600-h/SLEEPY_HOLLOE_by_RM73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuFfiGWBhHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/77JLGZtzFN8/s400/SLEEPY_HOLLOE_by_RM73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395698867989742706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peterson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current bid was held at $225 by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peterson&lt;/span&gt;. No first and last name. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peterson&lt;/span&gt;. I was in trouble. Unless this guy was Brazilian, no body goes by just one name unless they are a certain type of person. They are confident to the point of almost cocky. They sign their name as the nick name or shortened version of their name everyone in the office calls them as they walk by giving the Fonzie thumbs-up saying, "Ehhh!" They know what they want and they get what they want. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared at "Sleepy Hallow" I noticed a couple of good enough guys in their early 30's in nice casual suits. One fella was talking about all the pieces he bid on. He pointed at Ruben's work a few times and smiled while he proudly told his friend he was the top bidder on "Sleepy Hallow." He genuinely liked and wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman my age walked next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a problem," I said. "He has one name! How do you beat a man with one name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you should place your bid with just one name," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should. Or maybe even just a letter. Or a number. Or a symbol...like I was the Artist formerly known as Prince. He would see the symbol and think, 'how do I beat a guy with just a symbol for a name'. Or maybe I Should sign, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will kill you if you out bid me Peterson&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought that would be my best shot. She wished me luck and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my second glass of wine, took a deep breath and grabbed the pen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dom Gazzuolo $250&lt;/span&gt; I wrote in child's hand writing. I smiled, put the pen down, and stepped back. To my right I could see Peterson walking back towards the painting. Peterson and pal noticed someone had just out-bid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peterson&lt;/span&gt;. He looked around frantically until he stopped his gaze on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye to eye we stood for a brief moment. It felt like a life time. He knew. I knew. And just to make sure he knew...I folded my arms lifted my head high and said in a bold voice so he couldn't be mistaken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got all night Peterson!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, he grabbed for the pen and jumped my bid. He violently wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peterson&lt;/span&gt; and placed the pen down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frick'n Peterson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a face as if to say "there, it is done." He then gave me a smile and punched me in the shoulder like a couple of buddies just playing around. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course was playing around. I could bid no higher, and though I did not look back at how high he out-bid me, I imagine it was by a pretty good amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Ruben and complimented him on his excellent work of art and told him the brief story of Peterson. I said I tried to beat a man with one name, but like Pele, he will go down in history as a winner and a legend. Ruben thanked me for coming and for the compliments. I let him know it was my pleasure and that at the very least, I made it so Peterson ended up giving more to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the children after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw Peterson again, but I suspect he is at peace. Peterson and "Sleepy Hallow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2080164125231578291?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2080164125231578291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2080164125231578291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2080164125231578291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2080164125231578291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/bid-with-one-name.html' title='The Bid With One Name'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SuFfiGWBhHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/77JLGZtzFN8/s72-c/SLEEPY_HOLLOE_by_RM73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4365439688048749980</id><published>2009-10-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:54:20.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inked in Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erin Clark'/><title type='text'>Special Halloween Banner!</title><content type='html'>In honor of Halloween the artistically talented Erin Clark has made me a special banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It includes the basic themes of Halloween:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monster (The Creature)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mad Scientist (Dr. Frankenstein)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goofiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A look of horror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Check out Erin's own Halloween banner at her blog, &lt;a href="http://xredheartx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inked in Red&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4365439688048749980?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4365439688048749980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4365439688048749980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4365439688048749980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4365439688048749980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-halloween-banner.html' title='Special Halloween Banner!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-3355731208632352292</id><published>2009-10-19T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:12:02.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seinfeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decepticons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kronk'/><title type='text'>Universally Established</title><content type='html'>Some things are just known. These are a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decepticons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people will have to go to an auto shop and have to deal with a car mechanic at least once in their lifetime. This is unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they do know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know nothing about cars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your car is broke and you need it to (essentially) survive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What they don't know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not one person trusts an auto mechanic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How can they not know that every person thinks they are shady. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt; we first meet David Puddy (the voice of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiTiAJRvo5o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emporor's New Grove's&lt;/span&gt; Kronk&lt;/a&gt;...for you Disney love'n type), Elaine's on-again off-again boyfriend, who is a mechanic in New York. Jerry is unsure of the quote he is getting on his car, so Jerry trys to get Elaine to get Puddy to give her price estimates while they are sleeping together. Sound confusing? Watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fusilli_Jerry_%28Seinfeld_episode%29"&gt;The Fusilli Jerry&lt;/a&gt; episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYCJdluRh60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYCJdluRh60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call mechanics grease-monkeys but as Puddy from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt; points out, "I don't know too many monkeys that could take apart a fuel injector." The bottom line is we don't know how to fix our cars. The mechanic can charge us a ton of money just because they want to or because the tow-truck left your car with them. These Decepticons love money and hate fairness. Plus, they hate soap. Don't shake their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're Still Doing This?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is still spitting their gum out on the street or any type of walk way? I stepped in a piece outside of the grocery store yesterday...yesterday in the year 2009! Years ago when gum became wide spread it may have become uncommon to step in gum, but still!? I thought by the 80's it was established that chewed gum dispensed all over the ground was a big problem. Not only does it stick to shoes, but it ruins the floor and appearance of it's environment. Gum droppings attract birds, bugs, and bums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is not only do we hate stepping in gum, but we really hate bums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-3355731208632352292?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3355731208632352292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=3355731208632352292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3355731208632352292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3355731208632352292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/universally-established.html' title='Universally Established'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2565588343772949685</id><published>2009-10-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:09:09.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion sensor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom-bot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faucet'/><title type='text'>Bathrooms, Sensors, and Bots! Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Bathrooms have become hands free. An experience in the bathroom begins with a toilet or urinal which includes a sensor to recognize when the user is away...at which point it flushes itself. Next we arrive at the sink where the faucet is on sensor to pour water on our hands for cleansing. We then dry our hands with a paper towel which dispenses towels based on motion. All of these motion detectors are designed to save on water and allow as little contact, with germ-possible areas, necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bathroom-Bot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sensor bathroom idea but I think bathrooms should be taken a step further. Let's begin with a sensor door. It can slide open like on the Starship Enterprise or in a grocery store (for you non-nerds). The next step would include a robot that can take my pants down, clean me, and zip me up when I'm through. Maybe even put a coin slot on the bathroom-bot's head for tips. The next step of cleaning your hands is only necessary if you tip bathroom-bot. Use the sensor faucet, sensor soap dispenser (I like the sound of that), and sensor air drier. Walk back through the sensor Star Trek doors and you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Stt0zXGxRGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p-0XBgcl1jM/s1600-h/bathroom-bot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Stt0zXGxRGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p-0XBgcl1jM/s400/bathroom-bot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394033404430861410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensor faucet intrigues me. I always wondered how the faucet turns itself off once it is flowing. Shouldn't the water continue to run since the motion sensor recognizes movement at the running water's distance? I needed to run some tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I turned my hand flat and parallel to the sensor and slowly moved it closer. The water turned on once my hand was under the water. This meant the distance the water pours at can trigger the faucet to run. So why does the water not continue to flow? I got it! I flattened my hand, thumb pointing up, and moved it straight under the faucet towards the sensor. The water did not trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I suspected! The sensor only recognizes motion to the left and right of where the water pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom technology is advancing quickly and so must our understanding of it. How else will we recognize proper bathroom-bot tip etiquette when that day comes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2565588343772949685?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2565588343772949685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2565588343772949685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2565588343772949685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2565588343772949685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathrooms-sensors-and-bots-oh-my.html' title='Bathrooms, Sensors, and Bots! Oh My!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Stt0zXGxRGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p-0XBgcl1jM/s72-c/bathroom-bot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-9104006209467673418</id><published>2009-10-15T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:44:45.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astonishing X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Maleev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider-Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion comics'/><title type='text'>Spider-Woman &amp; Motion Comics</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the final iTunes episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman: Agent of S.W.O.R.D&lt;/span&gt;. was released by &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/"&gt;Marvel&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman: Agent of S.W.O.R.D.&lt;/span&gt; is a comic book written by Brian Michael Bendis (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Avengers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Avengers&lt;/span&gt;, everything Marvel) with art by Alex Maleev (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daredevil&lt;/span&gt;). This comic is a &lt;a href="http://marvel.com/motioncomics"&gt;motion comic&lt;/a&gt; in that the backgrounds and images move, the lighting changes, and there are voice actors speaking the lines that would normaly be read in a comic book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first attempt at an original series debuting as a motion comic has gone quite well for Marvel. The first installment debuted as the #2 top selling television show purchased on iTunes. There are 5 episodes in all and they run between 10 to 12 minutes. Watch the first episode below to get a feel for what a motion comic looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/16681868001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=184253309"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=36512185001&amp;amp;playerID=16681868001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/16681868001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=184253309" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=36512185001&amp;amp;playerID=16681868001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing the series I was quite impressed. The look alone, largely due to Alex Maleev's art, is worth the $1.99 price on iTunes. A standard printed comic book cost $2.99...a dollar more. Plus, at a run time of at least 10 minutes, it takes longer to watch the motion comic then it does to read a traditional comic book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story wise I like the idea of the motion comic because you hear the tone the writer is going for when penning the story. The pace of the book is set, the inflection of vocal moments are hit, and the settings literally come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For traditionalist Marvel still offers the comic book in print. It generally comes out well after the episodes, but the art and story is the same. I personally do not like reading comics online (&lt;a href="http://marvel.com/digitalcomics/"&gt;Marvel Digital Comics&lt;/a&gt;), but i thoroughly enjoy the motion comics for their mini-motion picture feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spider-Woman: Agent of S.W.O.R.D&lt;/span&gt;. has completed it's motion comics run Marvel still has some upcoming stories in motion comic form. On October 28th Marvel is starting a run on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astonishing X-Men&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astonishing&lt;/span&gt; was written by Joss Whedon with art by John Cassaday. Their 25 issue run is considered one of the best X-Men runs ever written. Check out the trailer for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astonishing's&lt;/span&gt; motion comics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/16681868001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=184253309"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=35268417001&amp;amp;playerID=16681868001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/16681868001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=184253309" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=35268417001&amp;amp;playerID=16681868001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-9104006209467673418?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/9104006209467673418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=9104006209467673418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/9104006209467673418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/9104006209467673418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/spider-woman-motion-comics.html' title='Spider-Woman &amp; Motion Comics'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2996450515764760316</id><published>2009-10-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:15:41.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not Going Out Like That'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubber bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INGOLT'/><title type='text'>INGOLT: Rubber Bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StZI9tfTYLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9WTet-C5LeU/s1600-h/rubber-bands-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StZI9tfTYLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9WTet-C5LeU/s400/rubber-bands-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392577828842856626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival is not just about living physically. Food and water may be essential to staying alive, but if one can not mentally stay intact then one may lose the ability to meet their physical needs. A mental tool is today's "I'm Not Going Out Like That" survival item. Not a standard book or travel mad libs to keep the mind sharp but rather a flexible wordless tool to secure not just our sanity but much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A British entrepreneur, Stephen Perry Bobstein, invented and patented the rubber band in 1845. This elastic loop can hold two objects together, one object in place, or snap an eye-ball out...if aimed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For women, hippies, and guys stuck in the 80's, this band of rubber (synthetic rubber now), replaced the string as the number one hair holding devise. String manufacturers started seeing a decline in profits in the late 1800's as women scoffed at string and clamored towards the rubber band. Adjustments such as cloth out siding have been added so as to not pull the hair to tight, but the same concept remains in modern hair bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides basic rubber band functions, such as holding a newspaper paper or poster in a cylinder together, the rubber band is also useful around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cabinet drawers that will not stay together when closed. I use a handy rubber band to hold the 2 knob handles together to keep the doors' swing in check. Also, I have used rubber bands to keep chip bags closed after being opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rubber band has so many uses in ones life but the problem is coming across one. Have you ever noticed to have random rubber bands lying around when you do not need them? Should you save them? They always look a little too used and dirty. But can you just throw them away too? You know they most likely will take a billion years to decompose, and I have never seen a rubber band bin for recycling container. Glass, plastic, paper, rubber bands...not once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I toss the little guys like old greeting cards. But the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! I need a rubber band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are Tom Sawyer you will never have a rubber band when you need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2996450515764760316?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2996450515764760316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2996450515764760316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2996450515764760316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2996450515764760316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ingolt-rubber-bands.html' title='INGOLT: Rubber Bands'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StZI9tfTYLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9WTet-C5LeU/s72-c/rubber-bands-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-3588113635801488762</id><published>2009-10-11T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:27:39.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gus gus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobby Abreu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Does Disney Still Own the Angels?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StLJkrWSgHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/inDfuujZlOs/s1600-h/disney_101.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StLJkrWSgHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/inDfuujZlOs/s200/disney_101.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391593335864590450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim recently swept the Boston Red Sox to move on to the ALCS. After the game I caught a short interview with Bobby Abreu. I did not see the interview, but I heard it from the other room. This is when I figured it out. Disney still has their mouse hooks in the Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at or listened to the Angels players and swear you knew them from somewhere? At first you may think you know Reggie Willits as the cashier at the local Starbucks, or John Lacky as a serial killer on some MSNBC show...but you would be wrong. They are former cartoon characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds (or reads, in this case) crazy...I know, but lets take a look at a couple of examples that can not be disputed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinderella Clothed a Scared Bobby Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ic2bUH_25ks"&gt;clip of Bobby Abreu being interviewed&lt;/a&gt;. Look at him and listen to his voice. After that watch the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UirZH10qquY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UirZH10qquY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is Gus Gus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look the same. They sound the same. It is to exact to be a coincidence. Plus, Abreu loves beads and cutting things with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly I do not know how Disney is turning their cartoons into real people...I never saw "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enchanted_%28film%29"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;." All I know is that it is happening. Or should I say, it Izturis happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StLJHUGNHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FttI05hlOFc/s1600-h/Mizzy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StLJHUGNHcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FttI05hlOFc/s400/Mizzy2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391592831406906818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-3588113635801488762?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3588113635801488762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=3588113635801488762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3588113635801488762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3588113635801488762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-disney-still-own-angeles.html' title='Does Disney Still Own the Angels?'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StLJkrWSgHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/inDfuujZlOs/s72-c/disney_101.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4331027344827959177</id><published>2009-10-10T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:40:41.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old dead body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not Going Out Like That'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zippo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INGOLT'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Going Out Like That</title><content type='html'>"I'm Not Going Out Like That" is a new series of post which will have to do with survival in one form or another. This series will also be known by it's totally catchy acronym INGOLT. Based on a lot of movie and television watching (mainly McGiver) I pretty much know what is necessary to get you by and out of tough situations. So let's start this off with an easy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got a light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does a carrying a Zippo make you super-cool, but it can also be a great tool if you are in the cast of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;. (Unfortunately, you would have to put a lighter in your checked bag. You can not carry a Zippo on a plane.) The obvious reason for a lighter is to be able to produce fire quickly. If you are stranded somewhere and must survive by hunting and gathering you will need it to start fires to cook your hunted and gathered dead animals. Oh, I forgot to mention that by "gathering" I also meant animal base. You may be trying to survive on an island or in a jungle, but that doesn't mean you have to be a pussy and gather berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;What about after the lighter runs out of lighter fluid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do with a Zippo lighter is to simply open and shut it. Most people who already own one don't often even produce a flame with their Zippo. Try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lean against a wall (brick if possible...and outside a bar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the Zippo from your pocket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open and close the lighter a few times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smirk at chicks walking by (ladies, also look at ladies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the lighter away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repeat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;While the previous technique for survival has to do with the survival of being fucking awesome, this does not mean a fluid-less lighter can't help you survive "stranded style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StFvumy3oOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XtPbKbKj9JI/s1600-h/Zippo_Sparking_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StFvumy3oOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XtPbKbKj9JI/s320/Zippo_Sparking_Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391213075417768162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is going to be tougher to start a blaze, but you can still use the striking part (the thumb wheel combined with the bit of flint inside) to make a spark. The spark can help you catch dried out paper, plants, or organic matter on fire. That's right. Burn an old dead body if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will lead us to a future survival item...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old dead body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4331027344827959177?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4331027344827959177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4331027344827959177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4331027344827959177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4331027344827959177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-going-out-like-that.html' title='I&apos;m Not Going Out Like That'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/StFvumy3oOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XtPbKbKj9JI/s72-c/Zippo_Sparking_Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-5896326200512241952</id><published>2009-10-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:27:25.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheelchair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='velveteen rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><title type='text'>Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game</title><content type='html'>This post is inspired by events that take place in &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/lost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of episode 4, John Jock stares at his wheelchair going up in flames with the dead bodies and rotting innards of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; group's crashed airplane. Him smiling at the engulfed chair symbolizes his joy of not being limited anymore. He can now walk and no one can tell him what he "can't do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with his emotion over the melting wheelchair. I could not help but think...poor wheelchair. Lock had been crippled and rather than crawl around in the dirt, elbow over elbow, the ol' reliable chair of wheel contraption allowed him to maintain some sort of respect and mobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently &lt;a href="http://inventors.about.com/od/wstartinventions/a/wheelchair.htm"&gt;Phillip II of Spain had a wheelchair&lt;/a&gt; made for him in 1595. This invention was truly a tool built for kings! To scoff at Phillip II chair would be an act of dishonor to the king and would surely result in the loss of one's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I understand John. Losing the ability to walk in a world on the move is devastating. You can't dance, kick bums, or go on "Walk-About" trips. It sucks. But consider not being able to even get around. Having to hire someone to carry you is cool for about a week, but then it just gets embarrassing...even if it's a midget. The thing that really takes the cripples' hand and supports them through a tough time is a wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some views may have watched and cried for Lock's freedom of the chair, I cried for the chairs lack of respect or a thank you. The wheelchair is truly the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Velveteen_Rabbit"&gt;Velveteen Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;" of the cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ss_TYXMXfVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pbj9ABZ4ebA/s1600-h/lonely+wheelchair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ss_TYXMXfVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pbj9ABZ4ebA/s400/lonely+wheelchair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390759694481980754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-5896326200512241952?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5896326200512241952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=5896326200512241952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5896326200512241952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5896326200512241952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-hate-player-hate-game.html' title='Don&apos;t Hate the Player, Hate the Game'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ss_TYXMXfVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pbj9ABZ4ebA/s72-c/lonely+wheelchair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4592673459238932989</id><published>2009-10-07T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:10:44.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinnamon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chiclets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gum'/><title type='text'>Chiclee! Chiclee!</title><content type='html'>When in Mexico, There are a few things one can count on: the poverty, the heat, and the chiclets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God...the chiclets. As soon as one hits those streets of Mexico, children swarm like bums outside the post office. "Chiclee! Chiclee!", they cry out holding up their hands packed with square wrapped gum. Understand that I do not hate the children, which many (my two readers...) may have assumed that's where I was going with this rant. I hate the product selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ss1X9Jp_INI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oSdsMHJ2XcQ/s1600-h/chiclets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ss1X9Jp_INI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oSdsMHJ2XcQ/s320/chiclets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390061037108011218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling Orbitz you say? Some Bubbleyum? Big League Chew!? I'll take two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chiclet is possibly the worst gum selection a person could choose. Chiclets do not have any flavor...just different colors (like that old zebra-print gum). The pieces aren't even individually wrapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and who decided gum is what everyone wants in Mexico? Maybe a bottle of clean water would better fit the Mexican market. Plus, this just in! Immigration problems solved! Mexicans can come over to do the work Americans will not do and make money to buy better gum (in bulk from Costco) for their children to sell in Mexico. From the tourist to the Mexican...everyone wins. I do believe Mexican children would be sought out if they sold a higher quality gum that could last a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "last a little longer," even Big Red would be a better choice, and Big Red is a cinnamon gum. Why, by the way, doesn't cinnamon gum taste like a cinnamon bun? Why does cinnamon taste differently depending on what it is on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate inconsistent cinnamon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4592673459238932989?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4592673459238932989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4592673459238932989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4592673459238932989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4592673459238932989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/chiclee-chiclee.html' title='Chiclee! Chiclee!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ss1X9Jp_INI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oSdsMHJ2XcQ/s72-c/chiclets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4083194450733371396</id><published>2009-10-05T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:54:30.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is blind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Patch of Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney Poitier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite movies'/><title type='text'>A Patch of Racism</title><content type='html'>In 1965 a film about a blind woman and black man titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Patch of Blue&lt;/span&gt; was made. If this movie was made today you may assume it was written by Tyler Perry or star Anna Faris and Martin Lawrence, but you would be wrong...or maybe racist. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Patch of Blue&lt;/span&gt; starred Sydney Poitier, Shelly Winters (who won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress for this film), and Elizabeth Hartmen. The movie tells the tale of a blind woman (Hartmen) who meets a friendly stranger in the park. The two spend time together and eventually fall in love. The movie takes place over a racially divided American landscape and tells a story which takes color out of our world. We discover "love is blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if that is what this thought provoking movie is about...what is with this original poster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ssr1CHyBGiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tD7YYLkQNc8/s1600-h/a-patch-of-blue-1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ssr1CHyBGiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tD7YYLkQNc8/s400/a-patch-of-blue-1965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389389320899598882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem odd that a movie exploring pointless racial inequality would make this poster? It has a large picture of the actress playing the blind woman, a lot of blue (involving the movie's name), and down in the bottom left corner is a tiny little picture of Sydney Poitier. It looks like they just used his head-shot to fill some space. He is the most well known actor in the movie, in the leading male role, and this is the image they came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see (no pun intended...or was it intended since I have clearly taken time to type "no pun intended" where as I could have just deleted this whole beginning and not written this whole bit?) what the main theme of the poster is going for. The poster would be better suited if it just left his image off of it completely. The 2 well known stars (Shirley Winters is the other) could have just had top name billing and that would be fine. But to taunt the idea of equality which this movie preaches by installing a random smile from Poitier is reckless. It subconsciously says the characters, and thus races, are not equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again...my hypersensitivity towards racism may mean I am covering my own hidden racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is my small picture of Sydney Poitier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4083194450733371396?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4083194450733371396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4083194450733371396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4083194450733371396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4083194450733371396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/patch-of-racism.html' title='A Patch of Racism'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Ssr1CHyBGiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tD7YYLkQNc8/s72-c/a-patch-of-blue-1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-3518793947660080913</id><published>2009-10-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:02:20.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Starkings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Beach Comic Con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruben Martinez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dustin Nguyen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad Libs'/><title type='text'>My First Con</title><content type='html'>I just completed my first weekend at a Comic Con: the &lt;a href="http://www.longbeachcomiccon.com/"&gt;Long Beach Comic Con&lt;/a&gt;. A Comic Con is a convention that brings comic book writers and artists to their fans. There are also appearances by entertainers (such as actors), video gaming companies, and other pop-cultural relevant companies and people. Basically, if you are not into sports...you probably like something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to check out the many different artists' work. I picked up &lt;a href="http://rm73.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ruben Martinez's&lt;/a&gt; new book "Extinction" and a couple of prints by &lt;a href="http://duss005.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dustin Nguyen&lt;/a&gt; (posted below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslvI5y-G2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZPtRqZ_2als/s1600-h/little_love_for_Marvel_by_duss005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslvI5y-G2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZPtRqZ_2als/s400/little_love_for_Marvel_by_duss005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960627869752162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslvUEOX29I/AAAAAAAAAHg/I2k7VRh2AAs/s1600-h/welcome_to_gotham_city_by_duss005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslvUEOX29I/AAAAAAAAAHg/I2k7VRh2AAs/s400/welcome_to_gotham_city_by_duss005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388960819647601618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at LBCC I went to several panels. Some of my favorite panels included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Comics on Comic panel with Jimmy Palmiotti (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonah Hex&lt;/span&gt; writer) and Amanda Conner (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pro&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Power Girl&lt;/span&gt; artist) was funny and interesting. Hearing insiders takes on the Disney/Marvel merger was intriguing. Plus, they talked about the state of DC comics and crazy Allen Moore. I was able to asked the panelist a question the last question, too. This was a fun panel, and my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web Comics panel was very informative. I asked a question (which I will reveal in a bit), and learned that it is very difficult to make a living with web comics...even if they have a large following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite panel was the "&lt;a href="http://swimjob.com/shows/robotchicken/indexpage.html#video"&gt;Robot Chicken&lt;/a&gt;" panel. Seth Green, the writers, producers, and director were very entertaining. They had great "behind the ideas" stories and were very quick with snappy jokes. Green made a couple of fans' lives by asking them up on stage and getting an autograph and picture during the panel questions section. The group also showed the attendees footage from the new season. The hall was packed and very enthusiastic...especially when Seth Green did his Chris Griffin voice from "Family Guy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Day Mad Libs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the last day of the Long Beach Comic Con, I took a mad libs book with me. I asked writers and artist to come up with the words. Some felt the pressure to be creative and had a tough time, but all of the writers/artists that I asked happily played along. Richard Starkings (creator, writer, letterer, legend in the business) was the best and most into the mad lib. His best word: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Llanfairpwllgwyngyll"&gt;llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;brought&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he mad libs into a panel and used the words from their answers as my mad lib fill-ins. Though I was short a color, I simple asked the panel "I am doing a mad lib and I need a type of color." They quickly answered "green."&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;The panelist&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;and previous mad lib partic&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslwKrgPnFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GcTIMpxIBV0/s1600-h/comic+con+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslwKrgPnFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GcTIMpxIBV0/s320/comic+con+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388961757904477266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ipants all signed their mad lib and were very nice. I like to think a gave them a little bit of a different and fun experience that both they and myself enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Libs Participants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pepe_Moreno"&gt;Pepe Moreno&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/christosgage/iWeb/christosgage.com/Welcome.html"&gt;Christos Gage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.comicworldnews.com/cgi-bin/index.cgi?column=interviews&amp;amp;page=51"&gt;Richard Starkings&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sheldoncomics.com/"&gt;Dave Kellett&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wondermark.com/"&gt;David Malki&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jeffzugale.com/"&gt;Jeff Zugale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy my blurry picture with the Predator. (You'd shake too in the presence of a Predator.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-3518793947660080913?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3518793947660080913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=3518793947660080913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3518793947660080913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3518793947660080913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-con.html' title='My First Con'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SslvI5y-G2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZPtRqZ_2als/s72-c/little_love_for_Marvel_by_duss005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2886689618500728669</id><published>2009-09-29T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:04:04.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beaver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mel Gibson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maverick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodie Foster'/><title type='text'>Just Give Mel Gibson the Oscar Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsL-hGLdBSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ob88IMkfglM/s1600-h/maverick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsL-hGLdBSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ob88IMkfglM/s320/maverick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387147948836324642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In one of the most anticipated movies since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Muppets Take Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beverley Hills Cop 3&lt;/span&gt;, comes a film about a man and his...beaver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel Gibson will star in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beaver&lt;/span&gt; as a man coping with his problems by having a beaver hand puppet be his friend. The film reunites Jodie Foster and Gibson. This duo produced the classic poker western &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maverick&lt;/span&gt;. The two actors chemistry was so enjoyable it is strange a follow up film has not been attempted until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportedly the film was originally going to star Steve Carell, but he backed out for unknown reasons. Once Mel Gibson came on Foster was not immediately sold. Later she was told the film would have plenty of Beaver in it. She immediately signed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For early pictures of Mel Gibson with his beaver click &lt;a href="http://splashnewsonline.celebuzz.com/2009/09/mel-gibson-beaver.html?bfm_index=4&amp;amp;bfm_page=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. To refresh your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maverick&lt;/span&gt; memory take a look at the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyKoMWr7LOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VyKoMWr7LOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2886689618500728669?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2886689618500728669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2886689618500728669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2886689618500728669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2886689618500728669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-give-mel-gibson-oscar-now.html' title='Just Give Mel Gibson the Oscar Now'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsL-hGLdBSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ob88IMkfglM/s72-c/maverick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-8212295191696931848</id><published>2009-09-28T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:07:55.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie detection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim roth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie to me'/><title type='text'>Lean to Me</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen an episode of "Lie to Me" on Fox? Don't lie to me...you know you've seen it once. It stars Tim Roth as some expert on lie detection. After watching that one episode you too can be a lie detection expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become an expert all you have to do is study Tim Roth. Here are some quick reminders of what Tim Roth looks like as he detect lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGhCTRfWcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OSD8FOIoopw/s1600-h/TimRoth1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGhCTRfWcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OSD8FOIoopw/s400/TimRoth1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386763690217265602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catch it yet? Take a look again, and this time...lean your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGhVEGgTcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fFcYB-S3pLs/s1600-h/TimRoth2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGhVEGgTcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fFcYB-S3pLs/s400/TimRoth2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386764012562173378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There it is! You are now a lie detection expert. If you ever need to cut through some one's deception, let half of your neck go loose and tilt that head. One episode in and you and your friends are lie detection experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGjXivYdwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6KcvQtZdTM0/s1600-h/LieToMe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGjXivYdwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6KcvQtZdTM0/s400/LieToMe6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386766254169683714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-8212295191696931848?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/8212295191696931848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=8212295191696931848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8212295191696931848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/8212295191696931848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/lean-to-me.html' title='Lean to Me'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsGhCTRfWcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OSD8FOIoopw/s72-c/TimRoth1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1638611448167080726</id><published>2009-09-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:11:52.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dexter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Camargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heath Ledger'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger Loved Showtime</title><content type='html'>Last year Heath Ledger won an Oscar for supporting actor. Tragically, he died before he received the recognition for his iconic performance. As his performance won him awards, both director Christopher Nolan and his family accept his various winnings, thanked voters, and acknowledged Ledgers colleagues. While their speeches were fine, they did leave someone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the show "Dexter" (on Showtime) Ledger was able to find his inner "Joker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you have yet to see Season 1 of "Dexter", and plan on doing so, do not continue to read this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoiler Alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Season 1 of "Dexter", the story line's villain, or antagonist, is played by Christian Camargo. On the show his name is Brian Moser a.k.a. "Rudy". While I was watching Camargo I recognized some of his devious expressions and even subtle lines. I've seen this performance before...sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line that connected Camargo to Ledger was "It's all part of the plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this line has been used before, this time the line was used in the same context by a villian playing a series of games while leaving clues to the protagonist. Go back and watch the last 2 or 3 episodes of "Dexter" and "The Dark Knight." It's subtle, but it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsAnB1ruCuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QevXRMTJW4A/s1600-h/JokerDex2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsAnB1ruCuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QevXRMTJW4A/s320/JokerDex2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386348066878917346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as season 1 was aired in 2006, well before they filmed Ledger's Joker scenes (2007, the movie released in 2008), I think it is fair to speculate that Ledger could have watched Dexter. He may have liked the show already or heard of it's characters who were strange, psychotic killers. Either way, I believe he may have used some of Camargo's performance in his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing new. Actors will emulate or use parts of other performances to create their own original take on a character. Also, I am not implying it is wrong. If in professional sports athletes will watch other athletes to help their game. Lebron James admits to watching Kobe Bryant in hopes to improve on basketball skills. While Camargo is no Kobe, he still put on a fine display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Heath Ledger was still alive, and I could ask him one question, I would ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Dexter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1638611448167080726?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1638611448167080726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1638611448167080726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1638611448167080726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1638611448167080726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/heath-ledger-loved-showtime.html' title='Heath Ledger Loved Showtime'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SsAnB1ruCuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QevXRMTJW4A/s72-c/JokerDex2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-3172671180944281064</id><published>2009-09-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:44:25.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Every Lonely Body Part Bleeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;                                &lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;       &lt;div id="pBlogBody_13699790" class="blogContent"&gt;         And as I held your head, which rolled off of your neck,&lt;br /&gt;your face was still alive and unaware of the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;And my last vision, your smile, insured our love would stay,&lt;br /&gt;as our hearts, like the car, slowly burned away.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-3172671180944281064?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/3172671180944281064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=3172671180944281064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3172671180944281064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/3172671180944281064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-lonely-body-part-bleeds.html' title='Every Lonely Body Part Bleeds'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4652846753764372337</id><published>2009-09-23T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:41:26.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael moore'/><title type='text'>See This Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SrsTK_0rTUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vpqJTFxnad0/s1600-h/capitalism-love-story-poste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SrsTK_0rTUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vpqJTFxnad0/s320/capitalism-love-story-poste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384918859103554882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a limited showing of the new Michael Moore film "Capitalism: A Love Story," and I am still in awe of Moore's film making ability. This movie cements Moore as one of the great documentary film makers of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through small private incidents to large public problems, Moore reveals the effect of Capitalism on the United States. He is able to capture heart felt raw family emotions, humor through sarcastic and real imagery, and mix them with video of experts, politicians, religious leaders, young people and old to produce a discussion. A discussion about what is right, just, and fair...to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moore's villain, Capitalism, is lit in a light that shows it's main flaw: greed. Republicans and most certainly Democrats are not spared in this murder mystery where 95% of the population is the victim. "Capitalism" tries to expose the real Professor Plums and Col. Mustards by revealing capitalism's candlesticks. The film comes off as a "who done it?" and the film watcher leaves with the intent to bring capitalism and greed to justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reccomend this film to everyone. Unless your ideology centers around greed or hate, this film is for you. I would also recommend "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BJyyyRYbSk"&gt;Sicko&lt;/a&gt;": Moore's documentary on the health issues in the United States (namely care and insurrance). Enjoy the trailer below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhydyxRjujU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IhydyxRjujU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4652846753764372337?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4652846753764372337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4652846753764372337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4652846753764372337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4652846753764372337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/see-this-movie.html' title='See This Movie!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SrsTK_0rTUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vpqJTFxnad0/s72-c/capitalism-love-story-poste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1199282711125954640</id><published>2009-09-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:34:19.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pencil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Forgotten Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Srm6GwYQzmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z-eMEcy9Ur8/s1600-h/pencil_gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Srm6GwYQzmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z-eMEcy9Ur8/s320/pencil_gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384539454726786658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they were made,&lt;br /&gt;these long wooden things.&lt;br /&gt;While sporting an eraser,&lt;br /&gt;you could draw wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everyone loved,&lt;br /&gt;this brand new tool.&lt;br /&gt;The pencil was the best,&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day,&lt;br /&gt;something new came around.&lt;br /&gt;It had a ballpoint,&lt;br /&gt;no eraser to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It glided across paper,&lt;br /&gt;with the greatest of ease.&lt;br /&gt;The pencil had grip,&lt;br /&gt;and screwed up the g's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everyone wanted&lt;br /&gt;this new pen friend.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for the pencil,&lt;br /&gt;was this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some still remember&lt;br /&gt;the pencil's great skill.&lt;br /&gt;I use the forgotten friend,&lt;br /&gt;and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem in a freshmen English course in high school. I turned it in rather than the actual written assignment on "Romeo and Juliet." I was given a B for at least making something up which was fun to read (as apposed to trying to fake the assignment...those always suck).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1199282711125954640?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1199282711125954640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1199282711125954640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1199282711125954640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1199282711125954640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/forgotten-friend.html' title='The Forgotten Friend'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Srm6GwYQzmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/z-eMEcy9Ur8/s72-c/pencil_gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1419912097417407649</id><published>2009-09-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:33:29.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carfax'/><title type='text'>Try Asking Politely</title><content type='html'>It's football season once again and I think we all know what that means...commercials. Football games have more commercials than any other sporting event. Soccer, though annoying and bad, only has commercials during the half-way break. Baseball shows the whole half inning (excluding pitching changes) and Basketball plays until a time out is called or the end of the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football is a game of constant stop and go. There are commercial breaks when there is a timeout, a change of possession, an injury (due to the nature of the game, there are many), the end of a quarter, a timeout, and an occasional television timeout. At a certain point the commercials start repeating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the hate begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current most hated commercial is actually a campaign of commercials: the Carfax commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series of commercials does not bug me because of the sheer stupidity (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MW538g5j0c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Car Fox&lt;/a&gt;), but rather because of how rude and mean the potential car buyers are. The customer basically picks a car they like and then impolitely says, "Show me the Carfax." Not, "Please, show me the Carfax" or "Would you be so kind to show me the Carfax details." They rudely, and repeatedly (this is key to my annoyance level), demand to see the Carfax like a Nazi looking for hidden Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me the Jews!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you mean the Jew Fox?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MW538g5j0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6MW538g5j0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95Xkbs9uEPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95Xkbs9uEPk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kawjAsAWe_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kawjAsAWe_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1419912097417407649?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1419912097417407649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1419912097417407649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1419912097417407649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1419912097417407649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-asking-politely.html' title='Try Asking Politely'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-37510904051428492</id><published>2009-09-15T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:47:52.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Feared Cat of Timbuktu</title><content type='html'>There once was a cat from Timbuktu.&lt;br /&gt;He had ten thousand claws and 5 tails too.&lt;br /&gt;He ripped through tourist from France and Spain,&lt;br /&gt;and washed off their blood while he danced in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He purrs to the sound of his food while it dies,&lt;br /&gt;and chopsticks his eat'ns like Miyagi with flies.&lt;br /&gt;He gets stuck in trees just to waste time,&lt;br /&gt;and thinks, "Meow...which is better? Lemon or lime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fur balls consisted of fur and some bones.&lt;br /&gt;His litter box gags skunks and is smelt through the phones.&lt;br /&gt;He mocks male dogs by stooping their bitches,&lt;br /&gt;and fixes his wounds with his whiskers as stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you! Fear the cat from Timbuktu,&lt;br /&gt;because Mr. Jiggle Bottoms will gladly kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SrCJzBJlWxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3YfA0V8oE24/s1600-h/killer+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SrCJzBJlWxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3YfA0V8oE24/s400/killer+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381953064282708754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-37510904051428492?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/37510904051428492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=37510904051428492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/37510904051428492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/37510904051428492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/feared-cat-of-timbuktu.html' title='The Feared Cat of Timbuktu'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SrCJzBJlWxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3YfA0V8oE24/s72-c/killer+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1919242195560634378</id><published>2009-09-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:06:43.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Leno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Kanye "Drama Queen" West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sq8tHau95oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-BaqeaQ1a58/s1600-h/kanye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sq8tHau95oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-BaqeaQ1a58/s400/kanye.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381569685189682818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West was on the first episode of Jay Leno tonight and I could not help but laugh. He had his head down and was in the apologetic frame of mind of a murderer or drunk driver who injured someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who saw what happens agrees he was an idiot, but this is exactly why we hated what he did. When he ran on stage and took the microphone, he did so because he thinks he is the most amazing artist of all time. When he apologized on Leno, he was so down on himself because he thinks everyone recognizes him as the greatest artist of all time. He let everyone down in his mind. You are why the terrorist hate us, Kanye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when Leno asked Kanye, "What do you think she (Kanye's mother) would say about this?" Kanye sat in silence and starting getting emotional. Here's the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?! What about Taylor Swift? Is Kanye's mother going to disown him? No. Who cares about what your mother thinks of you? Shouldn't you be mannered and a good person towards others, too? Maybe Kanye should think about others insteed of how his interections with others sit with his mother. How does that sit with Swift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is he is just another artist. He isn't a bad artist, just another. Most musicians come and go. Hopefully this will lead to Kanye's time passing a bit quicker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1919242195560634378?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1919242195560634378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1919242195560634378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1919242195560634378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1919242195560634378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-drama-queen-west.html' title='Kanye &quot;Drama Queen&quot; West'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/Sq8tHau95oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-BaqeaQ1a58/s72-c/kanye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-5124764685974108994</id><published>2009-09-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:05:13.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Klondike Bars and Lover Scars</title><content type='html'>Cold on the inside and sweetness on out,&lt;br /&gt;I nibble away at your sides.&lt;br /&gt;Like a Reese's there is no wrong way,&lt;br /&gt;devour till hunger's head hides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet hunger's head is a fool in a small white room,&lt;br /&gt;a room with one closet door.&lt;br /&gt;There is no place to sneak or to be unseen,&lt;br /&gt;nob twist to find X on floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished now, my belly does moan,&lt;br /&gt;"please give me another fill!"&lt;br /&gt;But I can't because alas, I destroyed my Bar,&lt;br /&gt;her out and in, I did kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-5124764685974108994?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5124764685974108994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=5124764685974108994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5124764685974108994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5124764685974108994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/klondike-bars-and-lover-scars.html' title='Klondike Bars and Lover Scars'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4507959089292266426</id><published>2009-09-12T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:06:43.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harriet times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Harriet Times and Her Many Many Crimes</title><content type='html'>Harriet Times committed many many crimes,&lt;br /&gt;she committed them every day.&lt;br /&gt;She murdered. She stole.&lt;br /&gt;(Swiped the north and south pole.)&lt;br /&gt;At red lights, she just did not stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet opened other's mail and broke into their homes,&lt;br /&gt;she stayed out on the beach well past curfew.&lt;br /&gt;She smuggled in Cubans, the cigars not the people,&lt;br /&gt;and she also smuggled in Cubans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last part didn't ryme, for her most resent crime,&lt;br /&gt;was stealing how this poem flows.&lt;br /&gt;It also once had an ending, but that's stolen too.&lt;br /&gt;How it ends, nobody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4507959089292266426?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4507959089292266426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4507959089292266426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4507959089292266426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4507959089292266426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/harriet-times-and-her-many-many-crimes.html' title='Harriet Times and Her Many Many Crimes'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4205802655824554026</id><published>2009-09-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:08:03.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counting sheep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sir adam sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='larry the lamb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Sir Adam Sleep and the Leaping Killer Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone knows that when one is tired all they need do is count some sheep.&lt;br /&gt;But what do you do when one is tired and one's name is Sir Adam Sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Adam Sleep is a gentleman's gentleman and the pride of country and crown,&lt;br /&gt;yet when Sir Adam Sleep begins to feel wheezy he dare not try to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sir Adam was a lad he grew up on a peaceful farm.&lt;br /&gt;He once feel asleep in a field, and here is where he found harm.&lt;br /&gt;He awoke to a horrible sight, a sight that rattled his will.&lt;br /&gt;Larry the Lamb was jumping the carcass of Larry's latest kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I must mention, before we go on, this lamb, named Larry by all.&lt;br /&gt;Larry was the type, call him beast call him lamb, that had the killer's call.&lt;br /&gt;He tore into his pals, he tore into some birds, he tore into wolves who sneaked in.&lt;br /&gt;Larry the Lamb, too be quite clear, was in love with his mistress named Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the sight, which Sir Adam Sleep did, on that night, dreadfully see.&lt;br /&gt;His father, Maximilian Sleep, chewed to the bone and leaped by Larry, count three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry leaped one.&lt;br /&gt;Larry leaped two.&lt;br /&gt;Larry leaped one, two, three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SqsUl9areyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VW_e2yGFV9Y/s1600-h/LarryTheLamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SqsUl9areyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VW_e2yGFV9Y/s320/LarryTheLamb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380416822198369058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...too be continued (find out what happens to Larry the Lamb and why Sir Adam Sleep was knighted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4205802655824554026?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4205802655824554026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4205802655824554026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4205802655824554026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4205802655824554026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sir-adam-sleep-and-killer-leaping-sheep.html' title='Sir Adam Sleep and the Leaping Killer Sheep'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SqsUl9areyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VW_e2yGFV9Y/s72-c/LarryTheLamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-7222538952189708888</id><published>2009-09-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:07:53.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pittsburgh Steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Roethlisberger'/><title type='text'>Don't Call it a Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SqnoF_FrR8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/slc-VNFDBaE/s1600-h/BigBen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SqnoF_FrR8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/slc-VNFDBaE/s320/BigBen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380086419402999746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pittsburgh Steelers won the opening game of the 2009 NFL season tonight, and they already are giving Ben Roethlisberger and the Steelers undeserved praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another 4th quarter come back", the announcers declared. Really? Was it a "come back"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was basically tied the whole game. First the game was tied at zero for almost 2 halves. Next the game was tied at 7. When the Steelers scored, the Tennessee Titans, Pittsburgh's opponents, scored right away. In the 4th quarter the Titans went up by 3 points with 11 minutes to play. Plenty of time for a few chances to tie the game up. A field goal with basically a whole quarter to play is very obtainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcers may claim the defenses were very stingy though and any points were hard to come by. That may fly if it wasn't the first game of the season. This is the first time the players have played a full length game. They have yet to see the 4th quarter this season. The players and defenses are some of the best in football, but they were still tired. There were points out there to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. The Steelers found a way to pull the game out and get a win. Their defense was amazing, as always, and they played well for an opening game. You just can not say a team "came back" in a game that was close all game, in a game with 11 minutes to play, and in a game played at the victor's home field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down 14 going into the forth..."come back". Down 3...it is still either teams game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-7222538952189708888?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7222538952189708888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=7222538952189708888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7222538952189708888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7222538952189708888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-call-it-come-back.html' title='Don&apos;t Call it a Come Back'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SqnoF_FrR8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/slc-VNFDBaE/s72-c/BigBen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1559265255726024284</id><published>2009-07-13T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:51:58.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sidney poitier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gggazzuolo.com'/><title type='text'>I Got Hacked</title><content type='html'>For the time being, my new posts will be placed here. Yes, my dear old blogspot blog is still alive and kicking...that is until I chop it's legs off when I get my gggazzuolo.com site up and running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon for some new postings about life, cookies, and Sidney Poitier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1559265255726024284?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1559265255726024284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1559265255726024284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1559265255726024284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1559265255726024284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-hacked.html' title='I Got Hacked'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4315724884331398667</id><published>2008-12-15T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:39:58.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gradually going gazzuolo'/><title type='text'>My Own Site!</title><content type='html'>Hello readers! I recently purchased my first domain name ever. All of my future blogs will be posted there from here on out. Thanks and sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gggazzuolo.com"&gt;Gradually Going Gazzuolo's&lt;/a&gt; new home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4315724884331398667?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4315724884331398667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4315724884331398667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4315724884331398667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4315724884331398667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-own-site.html' title='My Own Site!'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-443056850515727688</id><published>2008-12-12T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:06:07.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut butter cups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crystal bowls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites 12/12</title><content type='html'>Once again we meet on the last day of the work week. Ah yes, the weekend nears, fun plans get finalized, and the murdered bodies in your trunk from Monday begin to rot. This Friday is a special one! It's the 12/12: a perfect Friday! We aren't stuck with a 9/12 Friday like this past September. Nope. A 75% Friday wouldn't do for us. We demand perfection! Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PB in CCs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SUJEyCznZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/avPVLJNvM5U/s1600-h/reeses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SUJEyCznZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/avPVLJNvM5U/s320/reeses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278857339769153218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut butter in chocolate cups may be the greatest candy ever made. In the time line of great candies, peanut butter cups is right after the stone. The time line is actually just a segment. Nothing. Stone. Peanut butter cup. Nothing better. Hard candy had it's time, but those everlasting &lt;a href="http://www.candylandstore.com/php/bigpicture.php?itemid=ca00054&amp;amp;itmcat=Jawbreakers" target="_blank"&gt;jawbreakers&lt;/a&gt; are a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard candy relics can still be found to this day. Whether one looks on the ground or on coffee tables in old folk's crystal bowls, they are everywhere: Ditched in dirt and cradled in crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be no wrong way to eat them, but there certainly are right ways to eat them. Personally I like to eat all of the chocolate out siding of the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. I place the lump of dried out peanut butter in my mouth and consume the whole piece of peanut buttery magic at once. Why part the innards? May the cups be consumed as they were made: in layers. May they be eaten as Alaskans dress: in layers. And may peanut butter cups be enjoyed as they were originally: &lt;a href="http://www.milkandcookies.com/link/73682/detail/" target="_blank"&gt;next to 2 gunned down car-crash victims&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-443056850515727688?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/443056850515727688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=443056850515727688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/443056850515727688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/443056850515727688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-favorites-1212.html' title='Friday Favorites 12/12'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SUJEyCznZsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/avPVLJNvM5U/s72-c/reeses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4490863782414757223</id><published>2008-12-07T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:45:43.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian slater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazaam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball chanting'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Meltdowns</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the first "Monday Morning Meltdowns". Every Monday I will submit something that has me shaking my head. These are objects, acts, and ideas that make me pull my hair out, spinning my chair, and just meltdown in general. No person looks forward to Mondays due to the work week beginning, waking up early, and NBC's "&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/My_Own_Worst_Enemy/"&gt;My Own Worst Enemy&lt;/a&gt;" starring Christian Slater. Hopefully, these Monday postings will cheer you up and help you realize that while Mondays may suck for you, at least you're not Christian Slater every day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollaback Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a test for anyone to try on their own. Turn on a NBA game and close your eyes. What you are hearing is a bunch of women chanting constantly. Annoying, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players like Kobe Bryant, LeBron James, and Paul Pierce have altered the way scorers are now playing the game. For years, players like Michael Jordan have been driving to the basket with the intent to draw a foul. The scorers knew they simply had to get close to their opponents, near the hoop, and they could get an easy whistle. Now, players are still dribbling to the hoop strong, but they are also yelling out when they go up for a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay-up in the lane - "OOOOhhh!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short jump shot - "Heeey!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ball blocked or swatted away while dribbling - "Motha f*****"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time-out called - "Whaaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Players are using any excuse to yell out loud and try to draw a foul. They are thinking if they yell out, while being guarded with the ball, the referees will assume they were fouled. Are you kidding me?! Even if Shaq punches you in the face you shouldn't make a sound (unless it's a giggle if he says &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=357o0kPWGFc"&gt;Kazaam&lt;/a&gt; while hitting you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a NBA game now is like watching a women's softball game: non-stop chanting and yelling. In softball, I don't know how the coaches can sit on the bench in tight situations and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3ZA3ylIkjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3ZA3ylIkjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes out to you patient deaf softball coaches. We solute you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4490863782414757223?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4490863782414757223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4490863782414757223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4490863782414757223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4490863782414757223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/monday-morning-meltdowns.html' title='Monday Morning Meltdowns'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-1084410670710628715</id><published>2008-12-05T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:08:01.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='q-tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear canal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the first "Friday Favorites" ever! On Fridays I explore some of my favorite things. I figured since Fridays are the archway to our weekend, the end of our sleepless work week, and the day we use to watch &lt;a href="http://jimbocyberdoc.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/urkel.jpg"&gt;Urkel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tvsquad.com/media/2006/06/perfectstrangers.jpg"&gt;Balki&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://s205.photobucket.com/albums/bb240/icie_danacody/Season%201/6%20Pulling%20Together/s1_06_0039.jpg"&gt;Cody&lt;/a&gt;, they would be perfect for a reoccurring favorites blog. Well, that and both "Fridays" and "favorites" both share a similar letter...the "S".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weekly favorites are in no particular order and my number one favorite will remain personal and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q-Tips: Good Cleaning Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STj80RvgvQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qusMB7OWjPU/s1600-h/its-so-bad-but-it-feels-so-good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STj80RvgvQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qusMB7OWjPU/s320/its-so-bad-but-it-feels-so-good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276244938510613762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Gladiator: Mouse Addition&lt;/span&gt; weapons are wonderfully misused. Doctors will tell you that inserting the &lt;a href="http://www.qtips.com/index.php"&gt;Q-Tip&lt;/a&gt; (douche bag of the ear) into your ear canal is actually bad for your ear. The build-up is actually being pushed further back into the canal, which can eventually affect your hearing. Interesting. Hey doc...you'll have to speak up. I'm having a hard time hearing you over this amazing Q-Tip scratching sensation going on in my ears right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the greatest feeling in the world is getting out of the shower and putting that little cotton tipped lolly-pop stick in my ear. Sometimes I'll double stuff myself and enter from both sides: left and right ear. If I am feeling crazy I'll do my left ear with my right hand and my right ear with my left hand and strangle myself while I do so. Greatest feeling ever. But don't get the wrong idea. I am not vulgar or gross. I never participate in 2 Tips in the same canal at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-1084410670710628715?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/1084410670710628715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=1084410670710628715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1084410670710628715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/1084410670710628715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-favorites.html' title='Friday Favorites'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STj80RvgvQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qusMB7OWjPU/s72-c/its-so-bad-but-it-feels-so-good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-6848525714167517101</id><published>2008-12-02T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:38:42.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas movies'/><title type='text'>Proof is in the Figgy Pudding</title><content type='html'>For years we have been lead to believe that the Christmas spirit is represented through compassion and love towards others. Well, let me shatter that stained glass window of deception with my Christmas rock of truth. Christmas spirit is judged! To have the Christmas spirit, one must achieve many Christmas related tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYRtL5_QKI/AAAAAAAAADA/7ow-Yw9tQB8/s1600-h/Bad-Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYRtL5_QKI/AAAAAAAAADA/7ow-Yw9tQB8/s200/Bad-Santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275423481498910882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Santa Claus is Coming to Town (stop motion version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVRmXc8PPqk"&gt;Bad Santa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holiday Inn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fyS5CLBgyM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (stop motion version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrooged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earnest Saves Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Charlie Brown Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are many other great Christmas movies; however, if you haven't seen at least 7 of these 11 films you have some work to do. Get that Christmas spirit and Netflix some of these classics today! By order of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWQu_et0VHc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Burgermeister Meisterburger&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decorations and Visual Representation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYQY3hbQ0I/AAAAAAAAACo/KPSCZsTskL4/s1600-h/humping-lawn-reindeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYQY3hbQ0I/AAAAAAAAACo/KPSCZsTskL4/s320/humping-lawn-reindeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275422032918168386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked out a real Christmas tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked out a fake Christmas tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made at least 2 ornaments for your parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dressed as Santa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set-up Christmas light covered reindeer on the front lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set those previous reindeer in a humping position&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One must be responsible for at least 3 of these decorations or visuals to have the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main idea behind Christmas is to prove to everyone that you are committed to the holiday to the point which you should probably be committed. Santa is a little crazy. He breaks into homes and delivers random children gifts. So be that crazy person who speaks only in Christmas movie quotes. Be that jerk who ruins other's lawn decorations. And always be the person with the biggest Christmas tree on your desk at work.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYa57Q_f9I/AAAAAAAAADI/YsaLoi1Bh0E/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYa57Q_f9I/AAAAAAAAADI/YsaLoi1Bh0E/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275433595974942674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-6848525714167517101?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/6848525714167517101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=6848525714167517101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/6848525714167517101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/6848525714167517101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/proof-is-in-figgy-pudding.html' title='Proof is in the Figgy Pudding'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STYRtL5_QKI/AAAAAAAAADA/7ow-Yw9tQB8/s72-c/Bad-Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2252969494021054623</id><published>2008-11-30T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:41:37.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superwhipper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinead o&apos;connor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift registry'/><title type='text'>Marriage Murder with Just Clause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STOESaXazLI/AAAAAAAAACg/qeDedjISflo/s1600-h/15-murder-wedding-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STOESaXazLI/AAAAAAAAACg/qeDedjISflo/s320/15-murder-wedding-cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274705040431041714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a friend of mine has announced his engagement, with his long time girlfriend, to all of his friends. They are well into planning the wedding and their lives leading up to that day. In their planning they have decided to go with the online directory of listed wedding gifts they would appreciate receiving (&lt;a href="http://www.myregistry.com/"&gt;gift registry&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The online directories are a great way to list out what items would be useful in starting a life together. They help guests get the couple something they actually want. Plus, and more importantly, the guests can make sure they are not getting the new couple a duplicate gift. The online database of wants may seem impersonal, but remember, the wedding is about the newly weds. Not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways to Gift on Your Terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to be the first to pick something from the list. If you can view the list first you can pick from any gift. "Oh, thank you so much for the...&lt;a href="http://www.superwhipper.com/whipper.html"&gt;Superwhipper&lt;/a&gt; (scroll over the picture)?" Yep, it was on the list. $10 gift equals open bar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to be the last to see the list. Hopefully, everything will be selected or taken up and you can just decide on your own gift to give the newly weds. This can be awesome if you get them a great gift because they will have no clue what it is, thus, loving it for being unique and thoughtful. Note: This may backfire. The list may still contain one expensive item which you will be stuck with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gifts at weddings is a nice thing but it can turn ugly quick. What if its a second marriage? Do you have to get them another gift? Hell no! Plus, shouldn't they still have the gift you gave them from the first marriage? I guess it is possible that the Superwhipper was lost in the divorce. But that's the bride or groom's problem. Not only did they break the contract with their spouse, but they broke the unwritten contract with their guests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a sweet gift for the beginning of my beautiful new life and I won't fuck this up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STOAT0xgyII/AAAAAAAAACQ/V440ojh5S64/s1600-h/Sclause.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STOAT0xgyII/AAAAAAAAACQ/V440ojh5S64/s320/Sclause.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274700666653165698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clause: Santa falls off of your roof, you put on the pants, you're the big guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs. Clause: To remain Santa you need to find a Mrs. Clause.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Escape Clause: If your wife or husband dies or is murdered you get another gift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The bottom line is if your spouse dies you get to receive gifts at your next wedding. It is in one's best interest to go ahead and kill your former partner if they divorce you. Moving on is not as fun when you cannot get a new down comforter. Plus, you'll finally get to use those Ginsu knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. They really do cut through bone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, when I'm murdered by my future wife, I would rather she did not receive any new gifts. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I'd rather she just die alone. May she Sinead O'Connor it up and repeat till she dies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rO8JWbG6bVw"&gt;Nothing compares...Nothing compares to you.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsess enough to kill me. Obsess enough to miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2252969494021054623?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2252969494021054623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2252969494021054623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2252969494021054623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2252969494021054623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/marriage-murder-with-just-clause.html' title='Marriage Murder with Just Clause'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/STOESaXazLI/AAAAAAAAACg/qeDedjISflo/s72-c/15-murder-wedding-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-5816766681792034974</id><published>2008-11-25T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:58:30.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Frankenstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mouse and the Motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite movies'/><title type='text'>Red Bikes and Faking Tikes</title><content type='html'>How cool would it be to make something work just by providing it with sound? Not exactly sure what I mean? Look at a blank television (a TV that is not on) and begin to simulate the play by play of a football game. Better yet, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqT9edmTGNU"&gt;a series of your favorite lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Igor, would you mind telling me whose brain I did put in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you won't be angry?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g0_1F0_20mE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSz8JkMEpcI/AAAAAAAAACI/6tP8s-WgVX8/s320/abby-normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272866505007343042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will NOT be angry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby someone. Abby who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby Normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abby Normal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm almost sure that was the name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain into a seven and a half foot long, fifty-four inch wide GORILLA? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the television works and the football game you are announcing, or your favorite comedy, comes to life. The television works because you will it to work with your voice. This is the idea behind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; is the story of a mouse, Ralph, who is given a red motorcycle that only runs when he makes the sound of a motorcycle. The book was written by the highly creative &lt;a href="http://www.beverlycleary.com/index.html"&gt;Beverly Cleary&lt;/a&gt;, and published in 1965. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; was turned into a home video movie owned by ABC in 1986. Along with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bedknobs and Broomsticks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret of NIMH&lt;/span&gt; (also a great book) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Crystal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; was probably one of my favorite movies when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; would hold up pretty well except for the fact that Ralph saves a little boy (Keith) from illness by getting him a single &lt;a href="http://www.bayeraspirin.com/"&gt;aspirin&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not sure what was wrong with that kid, but unless he needed to clear or prevent some blood clot a placebo would have probably been fine. Poor Ralph, went on quite the adventure to get that pill. Plus, you know he lost his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Keith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-5816766681792034974?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/5816766681792034974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=5816766681792034974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5816766681792034974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/5816766681792034974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-bikes-and-faking-tikes.html' title='Red Bikes and Faking Tikes'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSz8JkMEpcI/AAAAAAAAACI/6tP8s-WgVX8/s72-c/abby-normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-7645495677334558065</id><published>2008-11-24T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:14:05.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='track ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canadians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lefties'/><title type='text'>Left-Wing Radicals</title><content type='html'>Great inventions are few and far between. The most useful tools are ones that anyone can use to make life easier and better in some way. The computer was great, sure. But it was not until the modern day "mouse"  was invented did we all sigh a breath of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trackball"&gt;trackball&lt;/a&gt;, which was the early key part to the computer mouse, was first invented in 1952. The ball itself was a standard Canadian five-pin bowling ball. Before I continue on with the point of this story I feel compelled to talk about that last sentence. Five-pin bowling? Only&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSuo20jXBMI/AAAAAAAAABo/63NpC9snIE0/s1600-h/5pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSuo20jXBMI/AAAAAAAAABo/63NpC9snIE0/s320/5pin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272493448540652738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Canada. Apparently ten-pin had too many pins: 10. Plus, the pins were too large and so was the bowling ball. Weight room! Weak Canadians aside, the mouse went through many changes to get to its modern day laser pointed trans-handed design. And this exact point in the mouse time-line is where I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let them live among us. We allow them to have a natural curve to their pitches and their own side of the batters box. We even allow them to drive on their side of the street...in England. But giving them the ability to use a mouse like you and I...well, that's where I draw the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we amend the state constitution to ban primary left hand use in California. All in favor, raise your right hand. All opposed, smear your writing. Lefties shouldn't have the same rights as us righties. See...it's right there: righties. Also, the terminology should be changed to righties and wrongies. Well, I'm not a monster. I can give a little on the terminology. Lefties and the people far superior to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSup6RPyUtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ljIXdVGBSkw/s1600-h/leftorium-722131-thumb-400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSup6RPyUtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ljIXdVGBSkw/s320/leftorium-722131-thumb-400x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494607294419666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Southpaws, do not fight the vote. With Obama's supporters coming out to vote, lefties are sure to be banned. 70% of black people hate lefties and the other 30% are lefties. Lefty black people are like albino black people: &lt;a href="http://myspace-990.vo.llnwd.net/00637/09/96/637256990_l.jpg"&gt;Creepy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I am injured and only have a left hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the right hand...&lt;br /&gt;you're dead already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-7645495677334558065?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7645495677334558065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=7645495677334558065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7645495677334558065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7645495677334558065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/left-wing-radicals.html' title='Left-Wing Radicals'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSuo20jXBMI/AAAAAAAAABo/63NpC9snIE0/s72-c/5pin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-7594230284658245418</id><published>2008-11-21T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:15:03.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pineapple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawaiian pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diamonds'/><title type='text'>She's Your Everything. Does She Know?</title><content type='html'>There are many times in relationships when it is standard practice to get your lover a gift. There are days when we give that special someone a gift because it is the set aside day for doing so. Valentine's day is a great example. Be romantic, thoughtful, and giving on this specific day simply because it is tradition. Other days like this include birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, and of course Memorial day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days may be set aside as gift giving times and days to make your tag team partner feel special, but they are not the only days to do good by them. Gentlemen, more often we should make our girlfriends or wives feel special by doing something unique for them, or getting them something to keep upside down frowns in place. She is our everything, yet we do nothing. I submit my top 3 ways to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSfDHcGFy0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vutDvT2zD7Y/s1600-h/pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSfDHcGFy0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vutDvT2zD7Y/s320/pineapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271396421428693826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You are special and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. A Pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples are legit! Don't hate just yet on this exotic fruit turned Spongebob home. A pineapple is a great gift for women. It is affordable, makes a room smell great and they can eat it when they get a craving for a healthy snack (this blog isn't for guys with fat girlfriends). Plus, when you get a large ripe pineapple, it has a tall plume and looks like a unique lovely flower-like plant. So in a way, you are getting them a flower-like gift, yet still making it trendy and different to make your lady feel special. Feel free to follow this gift up with a ham pizza. Nothing says "I love you" like a do it yourself Hawaiian style pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Coloring Books/Mad Libs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you stop at a gas station nest, run in and pick up some coloring books with cute memorable cartoon characters on it. She'll forget about your obsession with fantasy football and remember that time the 2 of you sat through an episode of "&lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/shows/blue/index.jhtml?extcmp=SEO_SSP_Y"&gt;Blue's Clues&lt;/a&gt;" just to see who would figure out the mystery first. Mad Libs are also good choices. For every noun, adjective, or verb write in a variation of love. Also, while at the gas station, you might as well pick up a his and hers Mickey's 40oz. Chicks dig duel malt liquors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.tiffany.com/?origref=http%3a%2f%2fsearch.yahoo.com%2fsearch%3fp%3dtiffanys%26fr%3dyfp-t-103%26toggle%3d1%26cop%3dmss%26ei%3dUTF-8&amp;amp;siteid=1"&gt;Diamonds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow her mind. It isn't Valentine's day and you are not proposing, yet you still got her diamonds? They really are beautiful. Matching them up with your beauty is a perfect way to do what's right for the world. Some may argue that there are African nations where people are killed over diamonds; well personally, I would slaughter all of Africa for one diamond on my lover. Does that make me racist? No. There are white people in South Africa. The main thing is: women love diamonds and continents of people being murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers must know that I have loved and lost. Maybe I didn't do these things often enough or at all, but that doesn't mean they still shouldn't be done...especially the murdering of Africans. These ideas work. Please use them...because I may not get the opportunity to use them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to my love. I'm sorry and I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-7594230284658245418?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/7594230284658245418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=7594230284658245418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7594230284658245418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/7594230284658245418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-your-everything-does-she-know.html' title='She&apos;s Your Everything. Does She Know?'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSfDHcGFy0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/vutDvT2zD7Y/s72-c/pineapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-4267720023082113736</id><published>2008-11-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:26:22.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james jean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fables Covers'/><title type='text'>Fables Covers: James Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSZQBURilsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fOy3cRxLtt0/s1600-h/FablesCovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSZQBURilsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fOy3cRxLtt0/s320/FablesCovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270988397436114626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I purchased &lt;a href="http://dccomics.com/vertigo/comics/?cm=10018"&gt;Fables Covers&lt;/a&gt;, a collection of covers by artist James Jean. It has every "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fables&lt;/span&gt;" cover from issues 1 to 75. Plus, it includes covers of TPBs (trade paper backs), special stand alone issues, and several sketches and preliminary covers. All of the art in this book is simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reader of the critically acclaimed series "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fables&lt;/span&gt;," I own several individual comics and TPBs in the series. While "Fables Covers" does show you a smaller picture of how each comic actually was printed, text and all, the book also provides slightly larger final portraits of Jean's covers. Though all of the final shots are beautiful, the actual comic covers are slightly superior in quality. When in the actual comic size printing, Jean's art appears more defined and crisp. It is almost like a digital picture that was blown up just slightly too large, and the resolution is not quite good enough. I must stress this is a very minor flaw I noticed only after viewing the complete book. Readers without the individual comics will not even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, the bonuses in "Fables Covers" are exactly what a fan of James Jean's art could hope for. The beginning sketches and alternative cover ideas takes one behind the scenes and into the mind of Jean as he places the whole interior story on a single page cover (2 page wrap around covers on the TPBs). An excerpt of each issue is included with each cover to help add context, and each work of art is accompanied by a caption describing how and with what the cover was created (example: Oil and Ballpoint Pen on Wood Panel, 18 x 24". Fables #1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Willingham, "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fables_%28Vertigo%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" writer, also writes a short praising passage for his collaborator. The passage follows a short interview Jean gives Willingham. Besides some written entries by Jean that about sums-up "Fables Covers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean uses several different artistic styles to create his covers: pencil sketching, acrylics, oil, digital, watercolor, pigment ink, graphite, charcoal and so on. His style of anything and everything to tell the story in a captured scene stands him out as a leading artist in not just the comic industry, but the art industry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean has done work for Prada, Nike, ESPN, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone Magazine&lt;/span&gt; and many other major companies. His career started taking off as soon as he graduated &lt;a href="http://www.schoolofvisualarts.edu/"&gt;New York City's School of Visual Arts&lt;/a&gt; in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Jean has created some of the most memorable and gorgeous covers over the past 7 years. "Fables Covers" captures his talent and is a must own for any comic, fantasy, or art lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-4267720023082113736?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/4267720023082113736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=4267720023082113736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4267720023082113736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/4267720023082113736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/fables-covers-james-jean.html' title='Fables Covers: James Jean'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSZQBURilsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fOy3cRxLtt0/s72-c/FablesCovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2553523507919308235.post-2617474257905104943</id><published>2008-11-20T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:52:30.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gazzuolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king'/><title type='text'>Know the Gazzuolo</title><content type='html'>There are very few Gazzuolos in the wild these days. Slowly our numbers have been dwindling due to too many Gazzuolo women. In my family I have three sisters...and not those crazy headstrong sisters who want to keep their own last names. I'm talking "throw my surname away as soon as I meet any suitable male" sisters. I am one out of four children, the sole male, the heir to throne Gazzuolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Good to be King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this crown comes a lot of responsibility, but I fear not! Like a wise long lasting blood line, the Gazzuolos have accumulated a list of things we must always remember to live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat plenty of pasta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat a lot of bread.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash crown in cold water with a tablespoon of dish soap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grow a mustache at least once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It is an easy enough list to follow. The first two insure good Italian health...round and jolly. Little known fact: Santa Clause is a Gazzuolo descendant. Obviously a break off from the Gazzuol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSUtw6soEQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yIadEtgdZyg/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSUtw6soEQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yIadEtgdZyg/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270669257320435970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o name, (thus explaining the gayness) but an apple from the family tree nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guideline insures the king that there will be time to sit on his throne and rule his castle. The lioness does the work and the king allows her to be mounted by his excellence. The king is generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Gazzuolo is also tidy. A clean crown means a clean head and a clean head...well this rule is just tradition. Oh, and I just started the 5th listing based on my father, the king's, history and my own short history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lists aside, the Gazzuolo king must live on for the greater good of society, or at least for one stupid moment in many civilians lives. Gazzuolos have that goofy last name that the substitute teacher always gets stuck on. The sub then says, "I'm sorry, how do you pronounce your last name?" With a straight face the Gazzuolo replies with a statement that makes the kids laugh and substitute understand that the Gazzuolo is a little jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smith."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2553523507919308235-2617474257905104943?l=gggazzuolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/feeds/2617474257905104943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2553523507919308235&amp;postID=2617474257905104943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2617474257905104943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2553523507919308235/posts/default/2617474257905104943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gggazzuolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/know-gazzuolo.html' title='Know the Gazzuolo'/><author><name>Dom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09798572972396500327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV4DdnLo1qw/Tcm5VanJaAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/R-o-6SZmLF4/s220/Dom%2Band%2BStorm%2BTroopers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jnjxWo1uxSo/SSUtw6soEQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yIadEtgdZyg/s72-c/mail.google.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
