<?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-9005486298483902650</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:49:10.316-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Video Games'/><category term='Music'/><category term='bitches'/><category term='Nerdy shit'/><category term='FUCK YO&apos;'/><category term='Revolutionary Insurgence'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='NFL'/><category term='pron'/><category term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><category term='Me Myself and I'/><category term='^5s'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='lulz'/><category term='Conversations With...'/><category term='artfaggotry'/><category term='Shit Talkin&apos;'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Oh! That Vixen</title><subtitle type='html'>The stream of consciousness of an abnormal female who thinks she is &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; than YOU.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6434189211466076704</id><published>2012-02-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:30:00.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Continuing Adventures of Dioracat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever I'm out and about, I often see shit that I take pictures of, intending to post them here. It's usually shit that makes me laugh, or, like one case here, that makes me facepalm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-ga2ddDVlc/TzHyoFfjT3I/AAAAAAAAB-A/iIz1oW2vRqs/s1600/cocknbull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-ga2ddDVlc/TzHyoFfjT3I/AAAAAAAAB-A/iIz1oW2vRqs/s320/cocknbull.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, Cock and Bull ginger beer. It could only be better if it were called Cock and Balls, but I suppose they didn't call it that for a reason.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3vu_6u8Xdw/Tzx1z-dzoyI/AAAAAAAAB_A/oT6k9oW_szQ/s1600/curb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3vu_6u8Xdw/Tzx1z-dzoyI/AAAAAAAAB_A/oT6k9oW_szQ/s320/curb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I actually saw this happen. This is really a true story. I was at the welfare office for a meeting with my members. (My members being the people that work there.) I saw a girl speed down the street, pull into the parking spot like this, park, get out, look at the curb, shrug, and go into the office. I just stood there with my mouth open in disbelief. There were so many stereotypes happening at once I didn't even know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INBZAxf0tg0/TzHyo_UuMSI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qsJb2KbE6mI/s1600/jimmydick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INBZAxf0tg0/TzHyo_UuMSI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/qsJb2KbE6mI/s320/jimmydick.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder if his friends call him Jimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTslHWCvnlE/TzHys1YfVkI/AAAAAAAAB-g/koVnrQQNovs/s1600/spotted+dick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qTslHWCvnlE/TzHys1YfVkI/AAAAAAAAB-g/koVnrQQNovs/s320/spotted+dick.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, yes, I do so love a dick joke. I can't believe they actually MAKE this still. What recipe calls for spotted dick? Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihsiH913m7w/TzHytQceRVI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NxoqUgfbgsE/s1600/touchourjunk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihsiH913m7w/TzHytQceRVI/AAAAAAAAB-o/NxoqUgfbgsE/s320/touchourjunk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another reason I love the gays - you would never see shit like this on a marquee for a strip club with women &amp;nbsp;dancers. Yes, I know why that is, but I'm really trying not to think about the reasons why and just enjoy the humor, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQLCDi3_kLE/TzHysU6xyCI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Gly36ciGgTA/s1600/mintpocky.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQLCDi3_kLE/TzHysU6xyCI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Gly36ciGgTA/s320/mintpocky.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tell me this is not the most amazing shit you've ever seen. I thought I heard a choir singing and angels flying out of it when I opened it. And of course, this box is empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6434189211466076704?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6434189211466076704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/continuing-adventures-of-dioracat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6434189211466076704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6434189211466076704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/continuing-adventures-of-dioracat.html' title='The Continuing Adventures of Dioracat'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-ga2ddDVlc/TzHyoFfjT3I/AAAAAAAAB-A/iIz1oW2vRqs/s72-c/cocknbull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8046630530177106968</id><published>2012-02-14T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:17:06.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK YO&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>FUCK YO' VALENTINE'S DAY!</title><content type='html'>...No, I'm not bitter 'cause manz didn't buy me anything. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deftWJN5Z2Y/Tzs_wnJnpLI/AAAAAAAAB-4/h5YIRdD3uVU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deftWJN5Z2Y/Tzs_wnJnpLI/AAAAAAAAB-4/h5YIRdD3uVU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People generally call today V Day. You know why? V stands for vagina. Both for what controls this day, and what most men and lesbians hope to get at the end of the day. (And if you're really lucky, as in you spent a lot of money at Tiffany's, other shit too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've come to realize about Valentine's Day. That shit is LAME. It's a made up holiday that's all about pressure, and mostly on men. This is a day where women usually are the ones that come out ahead, and men are the ones that usually get screwed, and usually not in a way you'd like. Why do you have to save up money right after Christmas so 6 weeks later you can buy her another gift? And why does it have to be better than the last one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, at first, manz bought me shit on Valentine's Day, and I also got him presents. He likes buying me shit and he does whenever he gets the chance. That's the kind of nice thing about it. He'll buy me a little something here and there, and I do the same for him. They're little nice surprises. But we don't set aside a day like today where we have to do some extravagant shit, go out to a restaurant we'd normally like but that today has a shitty fixed menu, only to have the pressure of having to be ROMANTIC (gag) when we get home. Don't get me wrong. You guys know I'm a control freak so I'm all about planning. But showing you love someone? That shit needs to be spontaneous, and should be more than just buying jewelry that comes in a blue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manz and I decided maybe after our first year that we'd pretty much only celebrate our birthdays, our anniversary, and Christmas. That's it. Maybe a year later we decided that we'd rather pool our money that we were gonna spend on presents, and go somewhere. Happy memories &amp;gt; most presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't to talk about how awesome manz and I are, it's really not. I guess I'm just hoping that women will stop expecting men to just buy shit for them (I mean, if you want Tiffany's, go buy it yourself, sheeit) and men need to realize that when you have to cater to a woman like that, it gets you nowhere fast, or at least nowhere lasting. We need to break ourselves out of the idea that your feelings are measurable by how much money you spend on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm kinda bad that way. I'm not good with feelings or talking about them. I think you guys know the story about me being kind of an asshole to manz about feelings right? If not - one day he was being kind of romantic and telling me he loved me and all that. I felt weird and awkward like I do whenever people talk about feelings, and even though I love him more than anything, I didn't know what to say back. So I took a deep breath and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same to you, buddy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8046630530177106968?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8046630530177106968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/fuck-yo-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8046630530177106968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8046630530177106968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/fuck-yo-valentines-day.html' title='FUCK YO&apos; VALENTINE&apos;S DAY!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deftWJN5Z2Y/Tzs_wnJnpLI/AAAAAAAAB-4/h5YIRdD3uVU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-33868059003249107</id><published>2012-02-12T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:17:50.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Karmin + SNL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoQcDUxc6Xc/TzhDAfs2DrI/AAAAAAAAB-w/iLYYgTxC-mE/s1600/slider_single.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoQcDUxc6Xc/TzhDAfs2DrI/AAAAAAAAB-w/iLYYgTxC-mE/s400/slider_single.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just heard that &lt;a href="http://www.karminmusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Karmin&lt;/a&gt; was on SNL last night and was really excited and happy for them. I've been a big fan of theirs since just after they first covered "Look at Me Now". I went to go check for video of their performances, and found the videos on a hip hop website that will not be named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say that I don't know why I ever read comments anymore except for on Reddit. However, I did read the comments that were posted after these videos, and most of the commenters agreed on two things. One, that Amy from Karmin swagger jacked Nicki Minaj big time. I guess I could maybe kind of see that from the videos, if you're really looking hard enough, or else if you're not the kind of person to form your own opinions and just want to nod your head when other people have opinions. The second thing they seemed to agree on was the general message of: "Hey fuck this white bitch, who the fuck does she think she is with her old school white girl style thinking she can rap?" &amp;nbsp;Those that liked her graced her with such backhanded compliments as, "She can sing, but I bet the guy writes all her shit." Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, look. I KNOW that there are ignint people out there no matter where you go or what you do. I personally thought it was cool that a white girl with some 40s throwback style could really sing and rap. But I guess that's not everyone's cup of tea. What I don't understand is why it is that even fans of the music industry prefer segregation. So, unless a white girl has more "hip hop style", then she's not accepted as a singer and hip hop artist in the hip hop community? Really? To me it looks like she's trying to break paradigms. She has her own look and unique style, but she has varied interests musically and expresses herself as such. She doesn't change her image to fit in with what she's SUPPOSED to look like. Karmin might be known for their hip hop and R &amp;amp; B covers, but based on their website and all of their cover songs and original music, they do seem to appreciate and perform other kinds of music, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just mad that people really want to act so ignorant. Maybe it was too much for me to hope that my fellow minorities wouldn't judge people like that when we're so often judged on a daily basis ourselves. Maybe they resent (like many people did in the beginning with Eminem) white people being able or willing to perform "our music".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm a little mad myself, because I kind of know how it feels. Let me tell you guys a quick story. I like to sing, and of course deep down in my heart would love to make music for a living. However, because of the range of music I like to sing, whenever I sing in public, I've performed some Pat Benatar, old Mariah Carey, Beyonce, No Doubt, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and most recently Adele. When someone a few years back said, "Hey, you're really good. You should maybe be on American Idol and make music for a living. What kind of music do you think you'd do?" I said, "Probably hip hop or R &amp;amp; B. Those are my first loves." The person looked at me sort of blankly before replying, "But...you're Asian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What the fuck does that even mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-33868059003249107?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/33868059003249107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/karmin-snl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/33868059003249107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/33868059003249107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/karmin-snl.html' title='Karmin + SNL'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MoQcDUxc6Xc/TzhDAfs2DrI/AAAAAAAAB-w/iLYYgTxC-mE/s72-c/slider_single.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6763379578018586260</id><published>2012-02-07T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T19:47:10.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>NO H8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIdyqX8-lfw/TzHv6GwKZtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/H9N8zQsqB98/s1600/gay+black+jewish+klansmen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIdyqX8-lfw/TzHv6GwKZtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/H9N8zQsqB98/s320/gay+black+jewish+klansmen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFyMguv5_II/TzHv6d3LyFI/AAAAAAAAB94/22mFZgMKRGI/s1600/IMG_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XFyMguv5_II/TzHv6d3LyFI/AAAAAAAAB94/22mFZgMKRGI/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Huzzah. I don't feel so bad about being a Californian after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I still feel bad about it, but just not AS bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6763379578018586260?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6763379578018586260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-h8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6763379578018586260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6763379578018586260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-h8.html' title='NO H8'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIdyqX8-lfw/TzHv6GwKZtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/H9N8zQsqB98/s72-c/gay+black+jewish+klansmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5315614615982887144</id><published>2012-02-07T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T14:33:50.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>OK GO!</title><content type='html'>Those of you who spend much time on the internets probably must have seen this already, but ifnot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MejbOFk7H6c?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shit is fucking awesome. They always have the best videos. Very painstaking and they obviously enjoy what they're doing, which makes it even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5315614615982887144?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5315614615982887144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/those-of-you-who-spend-much-time-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5315614615982887144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5315614615982887144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/those-of-you-who-spend-much-time-on.html' title='OK GO!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MejbOFk7H6c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2989845952442563050</id><published>2012-02-05T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:29:43.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>To JDL (And other Giants fans)</title><content type='html'>Manz and I decided not to watch the Super Bowl at all this year for a variety of reasons. However, on this day, let me just say grats on your Super Bowl win.I'm not one to shit on people's parades so...I'll reserve any commentary for a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2989845952442563050?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2989845952442563050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-jdl-and-other-giants-fans.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2989845952442563050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2989845952442563050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-jdl-and-other-giants-fans.html' title='To JDL (And other Giants fans)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7769356773227901102</id><published>2012-02-03T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:24:05.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Old School aka Never Change</title><content type='html'>You know, I kind of thought that I'd be posting a lot more since posting here seems to take a load off (ha, load off) but I haven't posted in months.&amp;nbsp;I struggled again for the last couple of months wondering if I really had anything relevant to say, and had to keep reminding myself that this is my blog and I can say whatever the fuck I want, amirite? Still though...I think we all wonder what people really think of us, and worry about it, no matter how much we might think we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onward! To the reason I'm writing this post. I've had a lot of time on my hands lately for a variety of reasons, and I've been going through my music collection. In regards to hip hop, I haven't listened to anything new really in ages, and if I have heard something new it's usually because it's a Karmin cover that I really like. Outside of that, I don't care to listen to the radio, and I feel like I'm getting too old to be scouring the internets for that new underground shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgypMHITlwU/TyxcexFLUlI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/7Tq_bB7WnVo/s1600/hhwir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgypMHITlwU/TyxcexFLUlI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/7Tq_bB7WnVo/s320/hhwir.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But for hip hop music, I've always kind of run the gamut of the genre in terms of what I like. I've liked what non hip hop fans (read: old conservative people) call "gangsta rap", I've liked the club music (well, I am still a girl that likes to dance, I can't help it) and I've liked the really good shit, the kind of hip hop that is classic and always good no matter when you listen to it. I think anyone who reads this blog knows that I love me some gratuitous violence and bloodshed, and so the "gangsta rap" or anything else really violent or disturbing in any way has never bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JpHjysIEQk/TyxbRnD6V4I/AAAAAAAAB9I/TXbrxYTSxCo/s1600/Ice_Cube_Gangsta_Rap_Made_me_do_it_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JpHjysIEQk/TyxbRnD6V4I/AAAAAAAAB9I/TXbrxYTSxCo/s320/Ice_Cube_Gangsta_Rap_Made_me_do_it_cover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At least not until now. It's weird...it's been a long time coming because I've been in denial for ages about it. But you know, a lot of that shit doesn't really appeal to me anymore. I mean, I was listening to Em's "My Fault" the other day, and I really cringed when I heard the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, stop crying, I don't hate ya,&lt;br /&gt;The world's not against you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry your father raped ya,&lt;br /&gt;So what you had your little coochie in your dad's mouth,&lt;br /&gt;That ain't no reason to start wigging and spaz out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6WfbVJuzZ0/Tyxb_Dgz2rI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/uVnwNyfA4mo/s1600/6095_Eminem+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6WfbVJuzZ0/Tyxb_Dgz2rI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/uVnwNyfA4mo/s320/6095_Eminem+7.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised the line upset me at all because it never really used to. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I ever thought incest and rape was okay, it's fucked up no matter how you look at it. I guess it just really bothered me at how casual it was in that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, I was listening to Geto Boyz's "Mind of a Lunatic" and I just kind of sighed and stopped it halfway through the song. I was going in alphabetic order, so&amp;nbsp;I skipped ahead to J5's "Monkey Bars". A few songs later I realized I was listening to J5, Freestyle Fellowship, Handsome Boy modeling School, k-os, Living Legends, etc, etc. You get the picture. I was skipping over anything that had DJ Khaled, most of Fabolous' songs, Mike Jones/Paul Wall, sadly some NWA &amp;amp; Geto Boyz &amp;amp; Pac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there and wondered, "How did I ever listen to this shit? What was wrong with me?" Then I realized, there wasn't anything wrong with me then. It's just that all those times I thought, "I'll never change, I'll always be true and real no matter what!" I realized I was wrong. All those people I laughed at who seemed to feel sorry for me and my taste in music and told me I'd grow up some day? I guess they were right. After all that I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgnrKDW6zQw/TyxePDh_Y5I/AAAAAAAAB9o/mzGm8djhkpI/s1600/o_rly_ya_rly_no_wai_by_wolf_dark_moon-d3bbfaq.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgnrKDW6zQw/TyxePDh_Y5I/AAAAAAAAB9o/mzGm8djhkpI/s320/o_rly_ya_rly_no_wai_by_wolf_dark_moon-d3bbfaq.png" width="130" /&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/9005486298483902650-7769356773227901102?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7769356773227901102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-school-aka-never-change.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7769356773227901102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7769356773227901102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2012/02/old-school-aka-never-change.html' title='Old School aka Never Change'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rgypMHITlwU/TyxcexFLUlI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/7Tq_bB7WnVo/s72-c/hhwir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3128421105899351874</id><published>2011-10-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:11:28.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>AMG AVENGERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/SDV-t5sgDgI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDV-t5sgDgI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SDV-t5sgDgI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdgasm. SO EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3128421105899351874?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3128421105899351874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/amg-avengers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3128421105899351874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3128421105899351874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/amg-avengers.html' title='AMG AVENGERS'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4326272641315750406</id><published>2011-10-08T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:25:32.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>iSad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6224735680_97726690ee.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img align="center" alt="" class="aligncenter" height="375" id="blogsy-1318118092742.9146" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6224735680_97726690ee.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it's been a few days since he's passed, but RIP, Steve. I never knew him or met him, but when I found out he had passed, I felt a twinge inside. &lt;br /&gt;A while back after I read that he had stepped down officially, maybe a few months ago, I read an editorial about him. It was written by someone who was not necessarily a Steve Jobs or Apple fan, which is what made it most interesting to me. The author basically said that no matter how you feel about Steve or his products or his company, that his story was the ultimate underdog + comeback kid story. He was adopted, grew up kinda rough, ended up forming his company, got ran out of said company, then came back to become a household name and make the company bigger than anyone had an idea it would even be. Whenever I think that I can't do something, I'll remember Steve Jobs, because his life is a testament to how you really can think big, dream big, and achieve those dreams on sheer willpower alone. If you don't accept the possibility of defeat or failure, there's no choice but to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4326272641315750406?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4326272641315750406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4326272641315750406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4326272641315750406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/isad.html' title='iSad'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6224735680_97726690ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1927276145349705445</id><published>2011-10-02T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:30:57.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>GTFOHWTBS</title><content type='html'>I would just like to note for those of you that are football fans and/or are involved in a fantasy football league. Guess who our first two picks were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaal Charles and Kenny Britt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhnhq_exYt0/TUfUATQDDbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RorcuyAMIJM/s1600/blue_screen_demotivator.jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhnhq_exYt0/TUfUATQDDbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RorcuyAMIJM/s320/blue_screen_demotivator.jpeg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail. I want to pull all my hair out. (Which is saying a lot, 'cause my hair's really long again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-1927276145349705445?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1927276145349705445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/gtfohwtbs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1927276145349705445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1927276145349705445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/gtfohwtbs.html' title='GTFOHWTBS'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhnhq_exYt0/TUfUATQDDbI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RorcuyAMIJM/s72-c/blue_screen_demotivator.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8307999338239484161</id><published>2011-10-02T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:27:35.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Mayhem and Bedlam</title><content type='html'>The title of this post sort of covers my life lately. I can't believe that it's been 3 months since I posted last. But based on my Google Reader RSS, seems like a lot of you are caught up IRL too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about me posting in my blog is that I've always used it as a way to vent or share things with the internets. But in the last few months it seems like I just wonder if anything I have to say is even worth posting. The stupid thing about that is...it's my fucking blog. Why should I care if what I have to say is "worth" posting? If it's mine, I can do whatever I want, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of things going on in the last few months. US politics are crazy. Do you guys realize we really are on the verge of having a crazy person running our country? And lest you scoff and say, "Nah, that won't happen", just think about what happened at the midterm elections. I never thought Tea Baggers would be elected to public office, but they were. And now we face one going up against Obama and possibly winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world in general seems to have gone insane, too. The last few years have been really nuts in the rest of the world, and I keep saying the Apocalypse draws nigh. But then, maybe all this upheaval and change is a good thing in the long run? I'm not of the belief that democracy (at least how we practice it in the US) is the best thing for everyone, but I DO think that the people of a country should have a voice in how their country is run. All the natural catastrophes that have been happening are crazy, too. I don't think they're punishment from God or whatever deity you believe in. I'm hoping that they too signal change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manz and I are still great. Married life is awesome. We're planning on buying a house down here in SD soon. Well, as soon as we find one we like. The interesting thing about buying a house is that I find I understand why rappers and celebrities from the hood "sell out" and move away from the hood when they can. I don't think it's "selling out", exactly. I think it's finding that your quality of life is getting better, and you'd like to live in a place that reflects that, and also a place where you can relax and FEEL like you're at home. Home should be a sanctuary. Home should not be a place where you have to make sure you lock your doors and walk around fearfully at night. I've realized that for us, what matters most is the location of where we live. I want to live somewhere where all the things I like (i.e., coffee/caffeine sources, food, mild entertainment) are close by and within reasonable walking distance. So far we haven't quite found a place that's nice in and of itself but also in an area where there's some shit happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work. I feel like I shouldn't even be talking about it during free time like I am now. I still love my job, but my local organization is so fucked up, and I'm still stuck with the group of co-workers (I call them "the dummies") that make me miserable. I'm getting better at saying "fuck them" and concentrating on myself and what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, manz and I have had our non-working lives taken over by the anime Bleach. It's fucking awesome. Great idea for a story, good writing, good characters, just wow. We've been watching it every single day practically for the last few weeks. I think I like it more than Fullmetal Alchemist, which is saying a lot. I think we're probably going to start watching more anime. Especially since this and FMA have been so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like my previous idea of posting whenever or wherever I am, (I got Blogsy on my iPad, which goes almost everywhere I do these days) and using this blog how I did my social media platforms. This is my place to say what I want, when I want, and how I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8307999338239484161?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8307999338239484161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mayhem-and-bedlam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8307999338239484161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8307999338239484161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/10/mayhem-and-bedlam.html' title='Mayhem and Bedlam'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8705236801060141734</id><published>2011-07-05T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:25:48.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>BSOD</title><content type='html'>So I promised that I wouldn't go very long without posting and obviously since it's been a month and a half since my last post, I broke that promise. However, mostly it was because I didn't have time, and when I did have time, I was trying to bury myself in my drug of choice: video games. You guys know how that goes. Sidenote: I'm super happy to be gaming with my friends Stormy and Razig aka James and Jay again. Anyway, I titled this post BSOD because that's sort of the expression that's been on my face for the last month and a half. I've mostly been blue screening and unable to process much of anything. And yes, because of work.&lt;br /&gt;I realized something about myself and the way I've been reacting about work. I mean, work is where you spend the most time throughout the day, and you spend more time with the people you work with than your family. As much as I do love helping people and being an activist and actually getting PAID to just be myself, it's been really hard because of all the drama that's gone on in my workplace. There's so much uncertainty right now, and a control freak like me certainly CANNOT deal with multiple levels of uncertainty in my life. It makes me absolutely fucking insane. Of course I already knew all this, and you guys did too. The one thing that I realized was that despite the fact that I do find meaning and satisfaction in my work, one thing I cannot conceive of doing is just walking away from it. I've been convinced that it all absolutely MUST work out, but I never really thought about why that was. The reason is simply that if this job doesn't work out for whatever reason, if I get laid off, if I quit, whatever, then I feel as if I've wasted the whole first year of marriage to manz for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that one thing a few weeks ago made me burst into angry and upset tears, and I think ya'll know how much I absolutely detest crying. I've been trying not to think about it since I realized it, and of course I did talk to manz about it. He thought it was silly of me, since after all, we do have the rest of our lives together. I know that, but when I'm in the depths of despair about whether or not the uncertainty and drama will work out, it's hard to see the long view, you know? So maybe that explains why I buried myself in a hole for all this time.&lt;br /&gt;I've cried a whole lot lately, but not because I'm sad or anything, of course,  but they're what manz calls "murder tears", which I found an especially apt name for them. There's just so much going on, so many people pissing me off, people fucking with me, unknowns on whether not I might be laid off, etc., that my body goes through emotional flooding because I'm holding back so much of what I think and feel all the time. That shit gets REALLY STRENUOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I actually went on vacation with manz to the Dominican Republic a couple weeks ago and that was really great. I did nothing but swim at the beach and lay on the beach, and eat, and read, and sleep. It was awesome. That's about all the news in my life that's fit to print.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to push myself to try and get my mind right going forward. I have to quit the negativity and stop being emo. Yes, shit is rough for me right now emotionally, but I've been through way worse shit, right? I can do this. I got this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8705236801060141734?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8705236801060141734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/07/bsod.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8705236801060141734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8705236801060141734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/07/bsod.html' title='BSOD'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3343796019652134159</id><published>2011-05-20T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:26:02.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations With...'/><title type='text'>Conversations With: Manz</title><content type='html'>So there have been a couple of instances lately where manz made some complete conversation stoppers that were pretty damned awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Situation 1:&lt;br /&gt;My friend Amanda and I were walking down the street with manz at a little street festival in our hood last weekend. There were. Bunch of people there trying to get us to sign petitions. Now, down here in SD I have had bad moments with people asking me to sign petitions, especially lately. I get approached by a lot of conservative fuckheads to sign shit that is part of their agenda. More frequently I had a run in with some idiot who had the nerve to tell me, (after I told him I wouldn't sign his shit because I worked for a labor union and his petition was anti-labor) "well, they SAY that unions are ruining San Diego, what do you think about that?" I think he smelled the murder in the air at that point because he quickly left.&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. So some asshole was bugging us about signing a petition about supporting medical marijuana dispensaries. Now, I ordinarily would have, except his little booth ALSO said in small letters, "Support small business by allowing hiring of non-union workers". Manz was starting to slow down, and I said, "Nah, fuck that, he's trying to union bust!" so we started walking faster again. The guy was like, "Hey, support us and medical marijuana, we need 30,000 signatures!" Manz says loudly to the guy, "That's A LOT!" The dude just opened then closed his mouth. Guess he didn't know how to respond to that. When Amanda and I busted up, manz says innocently, "What? I was trying to keep the conversation going!"&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2:&lt;br /&gt;I was at a meeting with two of my co-workers and we were talking about PSN being down recently. One of them was saying that he hoped it was back up, as he likes FPS games. As much as I personally love my PS3, I told him he needed a 360 if he really loved FPS games and playing them online. He said, "Oh, I know, and I guess it's something to think about since the network was down." Then he says, "Oh, did you know that the first time it was down it was taken down by a hacker group cal-" I overrode him and said, "Yes, a hacker group called Anonymous." Then he said, "Oh, well did you know the second time that it was a DIFFERENT group, but that -" and I interrupted with, "Yes, they blamed Anonymous but Anonymous said it wasn't them." He looked a little nonplussed at that and then he said, "And then Anonymous post-" and I sighed loudly and looked over my glasses at him (you can imagine the look of disgust I had on my face at that point) and said "Yes, yes, Anonymous posted on their site that it wasn't them but that So y had better get their shit together or else it would be them next time. Yes, I know. Of COURSE I know. I'm a gamer and an Internet nerd. How would I NOT know?"&lt;br /&gt;When I was telling manz this, as soon as I uttered the last sentence he said, pretending he was me, "Sheeit. Bitch, I am LEGION!"&lt;br /&gt;*dead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3343796019652134159?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3343796019652134159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/conversations-with-manz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3343796019652134159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3343796019652134159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/conversations-with-manz.html' title='Conversations With: Manz'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4127850563858509658</id><published>2011-05-20T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:26:15.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Stewart v. O'Reilly, Round 3</title><content type='html'>As JDL pointed out, Bill O'Reilly was ethered on his own damn show. Well, looks like he was ethered on his own damn website, too.  Cryin' shame, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/5739762875_14b79265e6.jpg" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" height="313" id="blogsy-1305905221969.2551" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/5739762875_14b79265e6.jpg" width="500" /&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/9005486298483902650-4127850563858509658?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4127850563858509658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/stewart-v-o-round-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4127850563858509658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4127850563858509658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/stewart-v-o-round-3.html' title='Stewart v. O&amp;#39;Reilly, Round 3'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/5739762875_14b79265e6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5657397329991976579</id><published>2011-05-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:57:16.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Stewart v. O'reilly = EPIC WIN</title><content type='html'>The title says it all. Jon Stewart is really SO SO SO much smarter than those idiots at Faux News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://video.foxnews.com/v/embed.js?id=4697119&amp;amp;w=466&amp;amp;h=263" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Watch the latest video at &lt;a href="http://video.foxnews.com/"&gt;video.foxnews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://video.foxnews.com/v/embed.js?id=4697143&amp;amp;w=466&amp;amp;h=263" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;Watch the latest video at &lt;a href="http://video.foxnews.com/"&gt;video.foxnews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that man. I don't love many men, but Jon Stewart, I do so love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5657397329991976579?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5657397329991976579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/stewart-v-oreilly-epic-win.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5657397329991976579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5657397329991976579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/stewart-v-oreilly-epic-win.html' title='Stewart v. O&apos;reilly = EPIC WIN'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-286759901755962141</id><published>2011-05-12T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:29:43.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Common: Misogynist Copicidal Black Supremacist?</title><content type='html'>Do the pundits at Fox ever have trouble when they're "reporting news" and trying not to laugh hysterically? I mean, are they self aware at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry, that was too funny. If you guys missed the latest "controversy", Jon Stewart did an amazing job as usual talking shit about Fox and poking more holes in their Swiss cheese resembling logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; width: 368px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="293" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:video:comedycentral.com:386067" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-may-11-2011/tone-def-poetry-jam"&gt;The Daily Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/"&gt;Daily Show Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/"&gt;Political Humor &amp;amp; Satire Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow"&gt;The Daily Show on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; width: 368px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" height="293" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:video:comedycentral.com:386068" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 4px; padding: 4px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-may-11-2011/tone-def-poetry-jam---lyrics-controversy"&gt;The Daily Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/full-episodes/"&gt;Daily Show Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.indecisionforever.com/"&gt;Political Humor &amp;amp; Satire Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/thedailyshow"&gt;The Daily Show on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shit like this, you guys. Shit like this that makes me wonder about the future of America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-286759901755962141?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/286759901755962141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/common-misogynist-copicidal-black.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/286759901755962141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/286759901755962141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/common-misogynist-copicidal-black.html' title='Common: Misogynist Copicidal Black Supremacist?'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3406149517811151445</id><published>2011-05-10T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:26:31.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/5707152758_4f607da7bc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" height="400" id="blogsy-1305035899719.6204" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/5707152758_4f607da7bc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jadakiss asked this question, and I have to ask it myself now. Last night something happened that really disturbed me and actually hurt me even though it didn't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Part of what I do on occasion at work is cold call members of ours to give them information that's important to them that they need to know. It's the cheapest thing, since sending mail out to 6000 people is infinitely more expensive than calling them. In any case, sometimes we cold call people who haven't explicitly given us permission to call them. Now, they know we have their contact information because they give it to us, but they don't actually say, "Yes, you can call me." however, in the contract campaign that we're going through right now, we've specifically asked people to let us know if we can call them with updates. They even sign a card saying so.&lt;br /&gt;Last night a co-worker of mine called this guy who we know has been a bit rude in the past, but he did sign a card, so we called him to give him the updates. When we call someone who has caller ID it comes up as our organization calling, so usually when people answer they know who it is. Well last night, when my co-worker called this guy, he knew who was calling. He started going off on my co-worker before he could even get a word in. Now, I get it if you don't want people calling you, but this guy called my co-worker a fucking faggot and a fucking n*****. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, is that at all necessary? Sure my co-worker is black, and he is gay. But why was that necessary? And why was it necessary to go for the double tap of insults? Especially because this guy KNOWS that my co-worker is both black and gay, so he made it personal. What did he ever do to deserve that kind of bullshit? And in a modern city like San Diego, people actually do that shit? I kind of thought that only happened in the south anymore. I kinda thought that racism and xenophobia of this magnitude was a lot more subtle and institutionalized here. Not that any of this makes what this asshole did acceptable in any way, wherever he lives...but still. Do you guys know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;That hurt me in my heart and made me die a little more on the inside. Even though this co-worker and I have been on opposing sides in things that have happened with the drama in the workplace, I still don't think anyone deserves shit like that. Shit like that makes it harder for me to want to go to back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3406149517811151445?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3406149517811151445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/why.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3406149517811151445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3406149517811151445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2380/5707152758_4f607da7bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1062547137622012034</id><published>2011-05-08T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:38:08.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Beginning of the Week Pron: Magical Mammaries</title><content type='html'>I know it probably seems a little weird for me go be posting pics of boobs on Mother's Day and all, but keep in mind that Mother's Day means jack shit to me, after all. Considering what you all know about my relationship (or lack thereof) with my family, you can see why today is like any other old day for me. Additionally, I ain't a mother myself nor do I plan on being one any time in the near future. Also, perhaps there's some sort of correlation between breasts and mothers...sort of? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5665123685_40a34b2f55.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="500" id="blogsy-1304880894257.8098" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5665123685_40a34b2f55.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this picture caught my eye because that is one hell of a handful. Also I kinda dug the picture because it reminded me of older porn, where the women were much more natural and not all skinny blonde bitches with big fake tits. Admittedly this was also the time when natural also meant big huge bush like they had the head of a 70s basketball player in between their legs, but hey, nothing's perfect, amirite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5642600950_d12b797aaf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="500" id="blogsy-1304880894257.3208" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5642600950_d12b797aaf.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl. Too skinny, but those breasts are perfectly shaped and sized! Admittedly, the pic is a bit shopped, but I know from personal experience that the skin might be smoothed out but those tits are legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5642031101_01341ea112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="500" id="blogsy-1304880894240.3472" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5143/5642031101_01341ea112.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly not an American girl, due to the tan lines, and her overall look. I like the whole shape of her body, and she seems just right. Not too too skinny. I'd like to see what dat ass looks like, though. She could be Brazilian 'cause of those tan lines and you know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5028/5642031011_73ccb43cb4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="500" id="blogsy-1304880894294.695" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5028/5642031011_73ccb43cb4.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only an Eastern European girl could have tits that shape and size and be that skinny. I know this girl but forgot her name. Plus, do we really need to know her name? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5642030999_c1ab2880f9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="500" id="blogsy-1304880894325.9065" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5642030999_c1ab2880f9.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same here. She's prolly Eastern European, and too skinny. But I can't deny the glory of that rack. Not all big breasted women can be shaped like Gianna, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5642030857_1c0c4353c4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="375" id="blogsy-1304880894322.1672" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5306/5642030857_1c0c4353c4.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These breasts are PERFECT specimens. I mean, can YOU see anything wrong with them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-1062547137622012034?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1062547137622012034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/beginning-of-week-pron-magical.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1062547137622012034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1062547137622012034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/beginning-of-week-pron-magical.html' title='Beginning of the Week Pron: Magical Mammaries'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5030/5665123685_40a34b2f55_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5306552510753958366</id><published>2011-05-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:37:18.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>Star Wars Gear</title><content type='html'>Being a hardcore nerd sometimes is way too fucking expensive. As nerddom becomes more and more acceptable, companies realize they need to cater to us, and now this shit is starting to get out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas started a new line recently which is totally random. Maybe for Force Unleashed originally, and now more recently for The Old Republic? I have no idea, but these are a couple of the kicks they put out and I WANT THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK_x5wOLtF8/TcXywiDlh1I/AAAAAAAAB7g/mNye_lNJJTg/s1600/star-wars-imperial-guard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK_x5wOLtF8/TcXywiDlh1I/AAAAAAAAB7g/mNye_lNJJTg/s320/star-wars-imperial-guard.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, Adidas has IMPERIAL GUARD SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLnWYy17pEA/TcXyv0areXI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/q8O3Ig1iCbc/s1600/star-wars-adidas-stan-smith-80s-imperial-guard-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLnWYy17pEA/TcXyv0areXI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/q8O3Ig1iCbc/s320/star-wars-adidas-stan-smith-80s-imperial-guard-02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7h5rkBfsg0M/TcXywRRcQwI/AAAAAAAAB7c/ICcmyjD9mSQ/s1600/star-wars-adidas-stan-smith-80s-imperial-guard-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7h5rkBfsg0M/TcXywRRcQwI/AAAAAAAAB7c/ICcmyjD9mSQ/s320/star-wars-adidas-stan-smith-80s-imperial-guard-05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They also have Han Solo shoes, but based on when he was frozen in carbonite. A better choice for a shoe colorway, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PodXWxgG-8I/TcXzIPxf7DI/AAAAAAAAB7k/UtRH7m8As5w/s1600/adidas-han-solo-sl72-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PodXWxgG-8I/TcXzIPxf7DI/AAAAAAAAB7k/UtRH7m8As5w/s320/adidas-han-solo-sl72-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Marc Ecko put out some hoodies as well. For the full effect they zip up in front over your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0VZ31iMZw/TcXzRp2KeJI/AAAAAAAAB7o/hFgcsroh54Y/s1600/imageload.gif.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bY0VZ31iMZw/TcXzRp2KeJI/AAAAAAAAB7o/hFgcsroh54Y/s320/imageload.gif.jpeg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Darth Maul hoodie? Fuck yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWfe2Ne5YZ4/TcXzSGXQsHI/AAAAAAAAB7s/czNmtK_H8h0/s1600/pECKO1-6478043dt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWfe2Ne5YZ4/TcXzSGXQsHI/AAAAAAAAB7s/czNmtK_H8h0/s320/pECKO1-6478043dt.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I WANT THIS HOODIE SO BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stupid capitalism!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5306552510753958366?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5306552510753958366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/star-wars-gear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5306552510753958366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5306552510753958366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/star-wars-gear.html' title='Star Wars Gear'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK_x5wOLtF8/TcXywiDlh1I/AAAAAAAAB7g/mNye_lNJJTg/s72-c/star-wars-imperial-guard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-754997752658331715</id><published>2011-05-01T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:01:07.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Obama = 1 BAMF</title><content type='html'>I will say that there have been times in the past couple of years where I've been proud of him, disappointed, and mad at him, sometimes all at once. I have never ever lost sight of the fact that being the American President is probably the hardest job in the whole world, however. But this weekend has brought me new revelations.&lt;br /&gt;First this I see this shit this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n9mzJhvC-8E?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5678972088_8c93ae4aa9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" height="286" id="blogsy-1304313474141.7573" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5188/5678972088_8c93ae4aa9.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love how the Fox News crowd is already attributing his success to all the hard work Dubya put in. I feel your pain, Obama. A couple of weeks ago my coworkers tried to say that any success I've had has been because of them - 'cause even though I've busted my ass the last year, I'm just capitalizing off of the work they put in before I even got there. I had a hard time not killing those bitches. I don't know how you've kept your cool all this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-754997752658331715?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/754997752658331715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/obama-1-bamf.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/754997752658331715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/754997752658331715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/05/obama-1-bamf.html' title='Obama = 1 BAMF'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n9mzJhvC-8E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6267800318691336698</id><published>2011-04-29T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:01:26.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Royal Wedding. Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5669547475_0c550f808b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" height="500" id="blogsy-1304094039579.2935" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5669547475_0c550f808b.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just wondering why we even care. I mean, I firmly believe we should care about world events. But it's shit like this, you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6267800318691336698?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6267800318691336698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6267800318691336698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6267800318691336698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-really.html' title='Royal Wedding. Really?'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5669547475_0c550f808b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8468626069922253072</id><published>2011-04-28T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:01:41.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>Madden 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="alignright"&gt;I am sure you guys already know this, but yesterday the winner for the cover of Madden 12 was announced. I have to say I thought it was really cool that they let us vote on it, because then the people who we really wanna see on the cover or who we feel deserves it ends up making the cover. Well, theoretically anyway. I kept forgetting until it was down to 8 choices but then I voted as often as I could. Of the last 4 I would have been happy with all of the contenders, but honestly the actual winner made me the happiest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="alignnone"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5665116299_d02634befb.jpg" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="376" id="blogsy-1304014976015.7583" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5665116299_d02634befb.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't think anyone was happier than manz to see Peyton Hillis actually winning. Last night I watched the announcement with both Mike Vick and Peyton Hillis and it was really awesome how gracious Mike Vick was. Plus I'm sure that he feels the sting of the Madden curse from the first time around. But as they say, 2 curses cancel each other out, so manz is hoping that this means Cleveland will get somewhere this year.&lt;br /&gt;Side note: When I was talking to manz about the results, this is what went down.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's so awesome that Hillis won! I'm so glad for you and Browns fans! &lt;br /&gt;Manz: Yeah, he's the first Cleveland player to be on the cover of a major sports game in any sport EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow, really? That's even more awesome! I guess everyone loves an underdog.&lt;br /&gt;Manz: (2 seconds after I said "underdog") Yeah, way more so than someone who murders dogs.&lt;br /&gt;ZING!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Damnit JDL you beat me to the punch, I saw your comment as I was typing this post out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8468626069922253072?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8468626069922253072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/madden-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8468626069922253072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8468626069922253072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/madden-12.html' title='Madden 12'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5061/5665116299_d02634befb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4467427641191832261</id><published>2011-04-25T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:10:06.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Socially Awkward Penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, in an effort to shed the self imposed tag of being "socially awkward", I decided to check out the Socially Awkward Penguin memes and see whether or not they applied to me. I've been told lately that I'm actually not socially awkward (well, at least not anymore, I've come a long way in the last 2 years apparently) and that all I'm left with now in terms of lacking social skills is a very common fear of speaking in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But when I looked at the memes I mainly LMAO'ed because well, they're funny because they're true. I decided to post the 5 I liked the most and some explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esmI1YThWtQ/TbYzvwMShrI/AAAAAAAAB7E/il6HyIetrMY/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esmI1YThWtQ/TbYzvwMShrI/AAAAAAAAB7E/il6HyIetrMY/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeaaaaah. I HATE it when I go anywhere where I have to sit down amongst people I don't know for a period of time and someone sits right next to me. If it's crowded and that's the only seat available, fine. But if it it's empty, for the love of god, WHY ME? I've been to the doctor's office quite a bit lately for a variety of reasons, and let me tell you, there's nothing that bugs me more than someone sitting right next to me when there are dozens of other chairs available. And yeah, don't try to strike up a conversation with me, either. I will act like an elitist pig and pretend I'm reading something on my iPad and fully ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpuJJVt6PXw/TbYzwfhd7sI/AAAAAAAAB7I/KBJXN8Ria1o/s1600/Socially_Awkward_Penguin_Reference.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpuJJVt6PXw/TbYzwfhd7sI/AAAAAAAAB7I/KBJXN8Ria1o/s320/Socially_Awkward_Penguin_Reference.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh. I hate this one because I do it a lot. Like, there are so many times that I want to say some internet/gaming nerd thing and then change everything I was going to say because the person won't get it. Or of course the worst is when things do slip out and the person stares at me and I feel compelled to explain the reference. "Oh yeah it was so funny when that dude freaked out. He totally blue screened!" "Uh, what?" "Oh...well, you know, the BSOD? Blue Screen of Death?" "No..." "Oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gbMp0qHfxg/TbYzxWc4WWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/LXbrUfusbQQ/s1600/tumblr_ljlxx98ovR1qa1crjo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gbMp0qHfxg/TbYzxWc4WWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/LXbrUfusbQQ/s320/tumblr_ljlxx98ovR1qa1crjo1_400.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Facepalm. I do this a lot. I frequently give the wrong social response because I've already planned the social event out in my head, then I say some shit like this and it's the worst. I am so uncomfortable I usually just walk away, and then I berate myself for like 30 minutes afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAuKnTPfw_Q/TbYzxMQPF_I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RHUtmQFpiYY/s1600/tumblr_levycsLSVT1qa1crjo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAuKnTPfw_Q/TbYzxMQPF_I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/RHUtmQFpiYY/s320/tumblr_levycsLSVT1qa1crjo1_1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;GOD ICEBREAKERS ARE THE WORST! I have to do them a lot these days for work, and for fuck's sake, there is nothing worse than like 50 people in a room staring at you when you give the IRL version of your a/s/l. "Uh hi, my name's Sun. And I like stuff. And things. Yeah." I hate talking at meetings and I especially hate facilitating meetings. It gives me anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_I-blo6b0g/TbYzwmvW1JI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2Wf-ouf5mZI/s1600/tumblr_lekuu2yBHy1qa1crjo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_I-blo6b0g/TbYzwmvW1JI/AAAAAAAAB7M/2Wf-ouf5mZI/s320/tumblr_lekuu2yBHy1qa1crjo1_1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I totally agree with this statement. I feel like I can totally talk online and be fine, but put me in a public setting and no way I can do the same thing. &amp;nbsp;I can almost never act like "myself" IRL, even amongst groups of friends! If the group gets larger than like 10 people, suddenly I can't function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe this is something that gets better with age? Then again, I'm 34.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4467427641191832261?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4467427641191832261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/socially-awkward-penguin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4467427641191832261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4467427641191832261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/socially-awkward-penguin.html' title='Socially Awkward Penguin'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-esmI1YThWtQ/TbYzvwMShrI/AAAAAAAAB7E/il6HyIetrMY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-595280193833821269</id><published>2011-04-23T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:26:51.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What's Beef?</title><content type='html'>So this week I learned that Tyler Perry and Spike Lee have been beefing for the last couple of years because Spike has continuously criticized Perry's work. Now I don't normally get involved in celebrity gossip, because honestly, I think our worship of celebrities and athletes goes way too far. It's one thing to be take an interest in someone's life and activities as it pertains to their work, if you're a fan of their work. It's quite another to obsessively follow their every move and talk about/judge their lives and actions as if they're actually people you know. And as if you actually have the right to judge someone like that. But I digress, since I've already ranted about this ad nauseum on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I just found out about their beef. Ordinarily I am a fan of Spike Lee's work. I appreciate what he's trying to do and the messages he tries to convey. I don't necessarily like every single thing he's done, but overall, I like him. He can be a little extreme at times, but hey, we live in a free country, right? As it so happens, I agree with his assessments of Tyler Perry's work. It's the lowest of the low, appealing to the lowest common denominator of the masses. I have never been a fan of Tyler Perry's work, and as a matter of fact I actually was pissed when I found out his presence would be contaminating Star Trek. Thankfully he had only a few lines. Other than that I've mostly ignored Tyler Perry and his work because, being the elitist pig I am, it doesn't appeal to me in any way, shape or form, on any level.&lt;br /&gt;But this week, listening to radio on the way to work, and listening to Tyler Perry's rant about Spike Lee, I was PISSED. He actually had the nerve, the audacity, the SHEER UNMITIGATED GALL to compare himself to Booker T. Washington and W. E. B. Du Bois. Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously, Tyler Perry? SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go bang my head on my desk several times. It's clear I'm missing something here. I must have misunderstood Tyler Perry from the beginning. Here I thought he was propagating stereotypes and bringing black people down, when actually he's really trying to bring them up. How silly of me.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-595280193833821269?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/595280193833821269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-beef.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/595280193833821269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/595280193833821269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-beef.html' title='What&amp;#39;s Beef?'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3019533435454217835</id><published>2011-04-21T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:27:15.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>404</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642090447" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" height="360" id="blogsy-1303450070173.1768" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5642090447_c1b3777c8d.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, last night I was sleepy and commenting on Reddit and realized I was posting some cracked out looking/sounding shit. Today, Reddit had been down ALL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? I think not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3019533435454217835?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3019533435454217835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/404.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3019533435454217835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3019533435454217835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/404.html' title='404'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5642090447_c1b3777c8d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4819198974300922799</id><published>2011-04-21T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:06:58.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>End Of The Week Pron: Big Ol' Butt Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think part of the reason I've been so stressed lately is that I have not stared at enough lady parts to help make me feel better. Or that's what I'm telling myself at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="alignnone"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642602880" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5642602880_25b3e08cb1.jpg" id="blogsy-1303448711591.572" class="alignleft" alt="" width="383" height="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the side view. Really helps illustrate that I could rest my drink on the top of her ass if I wanted to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="alignnone"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642602866" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5642602866_a2a8326e7b.jpg" id="blogsy-1303448711601.1917" class="alignleft" alt="" width="394" height="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This girl is super hot. This whole picture is working for me. And, she looks like Alicia Keys which is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642602744" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642032963" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5642032963_065d26c262.jpg" id="blogsy-1303448711597.816" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a picture anyone would like. It's artsy and a very good quality picture. Plus I could stick a fork in that ass, knowwhatI'msayin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="alignleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642602744" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5223/5642602744_a8a01fa394.jpg" id="blogsy-1303448711595.3547" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="375" height="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, isn't your first thought when you see this: Turn around! TURN AROUND FOR THE LOVE OF BABY JESUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5642602604" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5642602604_8c8d368538.jpg" id="blogsy-1303448711641.1606" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's just nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4819198974300922799?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4819198974300922799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-week-pron-big-ol-butt-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4819198974300922799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4819198974300922799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-week-pron-big-ol-butt-edition.html' title='End Of The Week Pron: Big Ol&amp;#39; Butt Edition'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5642602880_25b3e08cb1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7109693694618515134</id><published>2011-04-19T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:07:26.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So Sunday was me and manz one year anniversary. I can't believe that we've been married for a whole year. And I don't mean that in a bad way at all, but just that it seems like time has passed so quickly. I guess it really has, mostly because so much has gone on in the last year. I'm glad to say that I'm just as happy as I was a year ago if not more so. Actually, I think I am happier, because as opposed to getting the wedding over with, all I feel now is excitement about the rest of our lives that's still to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We kept it pretty low key. We decided to see a movie and have dinner at a joint that's known as the best restaurant in San Diego. We ended up seeing Hanna, which was pretty good. The camerawork at times did give me a bit of a headache and nausea, but that might be because it's been a while since I've seen an action movie at the theater. If you decide to watch the movie, keep in mind that it's supposed to be like a fairy tale, and I don't mean that Disney bullshit. I mean like a real fairy tale. I read some review that was talking shit about how the characters were written/directed. The reviewer had an issue with the villainess, Cate Blanchett, being too much of an archetype. Well, HELLO, it's supposed to be like a fairy tale. Good and evil is pretty clear cut in fairy tales, and both sides display the epitome of each archetype.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. We had initially decided that we weren't going to get each other gifts, but well, we were at the nice mall out here and I was looking at kicks, and then I came across these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5632221823" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5225/5632221823_d1fa11d21b.jpg" id="blogsy-1303256388398.3923" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5632221291" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5185/5632221291_9eccb0cd17.jpg" id="blogsy-1303256388366.8584" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. They had ONE pair, and it was in my size. Destiny, amirite? Manz said that sealed the deal in his opinion, and so these are now sitting in my closet. As much as I love shoes, I have to say that this pair is absolutely the most awesome pair of shoes that I've ever owned, and maybe ever will own. I sent these pics to my bot Ian and he said, "Their only enemies will be clown shoes that escaped from Arkham, and scuffs." In fucking deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, since we were going to a 5 star restaurant, manz thought I might like it if we dressed up so we did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5632805038" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5110/5632805038_de5ce52b78.jpg" id="blogsy-1303256388430.0923" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I look pretty happy, don't I? I think it was the shoes. The shoes? It's gotta be the shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5632222247" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5632222125" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5632222125_f3efea7fe8.jpg" id="blogsy-1303256388350.2422" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was pretty sweet. This is the bay and harbor in SD, and to the left is the beginning of downtown. Manz wanted there to be a sunset, but I thought it looked cool anyway. Then again, I have been known to be emo at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5632222247" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5230/5632222247_2bb37f5e64.jpg" id="blogsy-1303256388401.364" class="alignleft" alt="" width="500" height="333"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what restaurant does this kind of shit? The waiter got a 30 dollar tip and he deserved every penny. The food was awesome, the service was top notch, and this at the end was too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all a most satisfying day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-7109693694618515134?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7109693694618515134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7109693694618515134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7109693694618515134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5225/5632221823_d1fa11d21b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2706769413029012998</id><published>2011-04-17T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:07:52.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolutionary Insurgence'/><title type='text'>Do Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/61827729@N05/5627016786" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5627016786_9bb4dc9b65.jpg" id="blogsy-1303029176042.7744" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="313" height="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I had bought all the shit I could possibly need or want for my iPad but I was wrong. Can I have this now please?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2706769413029012998?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2706769413029012998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2706769413029012998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2706769413029012998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-want.html' title='Do Want'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5627016786_9bb4dc9b65_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4570813095954813852</id><published>2011-04-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:25:48.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Seriously, Arizona?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, Arizona has had some seriously fucked up and crazy lawmakers. Their "tough" stance on immigration, and then this asshole Jon Kyl saying that 90% of Planned Parenthood's funds go towards abortions?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As if all that wasn't bad enough, this new one takes the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They can be proud to call themselves the first state to pass an official birther bill. Yes, in their state now a candidate for Presidency now has to prove his place of birth before he'll be put on the ballot for their state. You know, I'm so sick of this birther bullshit. Why can't these people have the balls to come straight out and say that they doubt the President's place of birth because he's black and has a foreign sounding name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rWLoPO3pv4/Tak0qAKkk7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/WTZmsLz0Ztw/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rWLoPO3pv4/Tak0qAKkk7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/WTZmsLz0Ztw/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Good job, Arizona. You're well on your way to become a super awesome place that I'll want to visit someday. /s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4570813095954813852?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4570813095954813852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously-arizona.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4570813095954813852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4570813095954813852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously-arizona.html' title='Seriously, Arizona?'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rWLoPO3pv4/Tak0qAKkk7I/AAAAAAAAB7A/WTZmsLz0Ztw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2030093234289463013</id><published>2011-04-14T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:58:50.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Angry Non Sequitur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gR6jky_FIpc/TafPc4-9rsI/AAAAAAAAB68/B0OochJoKPk/s1600/fuflowers1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gR6jky_FIpc/TafPc4-9rsI/AAAAAAAAB68/B0OochJoKPk/s320/fuflowers1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So how does it feel, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I stay so angry all the time. I'm usually angry about something or other. Manz swears it's passion, but I kinda just see it as angry. Maybe that's why I'm still in therapy. (Yes, I am angry today, today's reason is because people are so stupid. Modern medicine is evil for eliminating survival of the fittest.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Is it bad that I thought this picture was hysterical? And can you tell I don't like flowers? I mean, seriously, who gives someone a gift that dies? That's kind of bullshit. Buy me some god damned electronics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/9005486298483902650-2030093234289463013?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2030093234289463013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-angry-non-sequitur.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2030093234289463013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2030093234289463013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-angry-non-sequitur.html' title='Random Angry Non Sequitur'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gR6jky_FIpc/TafPc4-9rsI/AAAAAAAAB68/B0OochJoKPk/s72-c/fuflowers1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5564044135567716644</id><published>2011-04-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:38:34.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Haters Gonna Hate</title><content type='html'>Y'know, I don't see how JDL aka howeyeceverything aka iamnotstrange does it. He makes a post on his &lt;a href="http://howeyeceverything.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; every single day. Every single god damned day without fail, and I really don't know how he does it. For fuck's sake, I've wanted to post something every single day for the last month that I haven't posted shit, and yet do I actually end up posting? No. And so I leave my poor blog for a month without posting a single &amp;nbsp;god damned thing. I keep thinking that everything I post has to be some long drawn out thing, but I know it doesn't have to be, and actually it shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick newsflash about me in case you're interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I'm still having problems at work.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I still hate my coworkers and I still want to kill them all.&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I still love my job.&lt;br /&gt;- In other unrelated news, I've lost almost 40 pounds! I'm finally getting back to my old self again. I'm hoping I can lose at least another 20 by June, 'cause manz and I are going to the Dominican Republic with his fam for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;-I've started playing Rift. (Partially why I haven't posted in a while, too.) I know, I'm a big ol' dork, but I was tired of WoW, and I still do love MMORPGs.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm mad about the possible lockout and the horrifying possibility of no football.&lt;br /&gt;-I love Rep. Anthony Weiner from New York, he's fucking awesome. Possibly more on him forthcoming, or you can google him.&lt;br /&gt;- ^ Semi-related, I stopped lurking on Reddit so much and actually posting comments. I got over 600 comment karma, baby! BOOYAKASHA! (Yes, I'm a dork for being proud I have comment karma. But hey, what internet nerd doesn't like validation from her nerdy peers? People apparently think the shit I say sometimes is funny or interesting. I dig it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, do any of you know of an iPad app where I can post to this blog from? I tried a couple and it hasn't worked. At this point I'll pay for one. So if anyone's bored and has some free time to research for me, or knows of one offhand, I'll love you longtaimz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5564044135567716644?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5564044135567716644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/haters-gonna-hate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5564044135567716644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5564044135567716644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/04/haters-gonna-hate.html' title='Haters Gonna Hate'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3591797965395859204</id><published>2011-03-16T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T21:32:09.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK YO&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Et tu, Brute? aka FUCK YO' ESTROGEN!</title><content type='html'>(This post was supposed to be published on 3/15, hence the title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the worst thing about admitting that you actually have feelings? Actually feeling those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have been really painful ones for me for a variety of reasons, but mostly job related.&amp;nbsp;Work itself has become increasingly more difficult for me since the departments I cover have been changed. I used to cover sort of a cross section of all the county departments, but now I only cover Health and Human Services. And in a conservative county, its not the best place to be. As we know conservatives don't place a lot of value on providing social services, so this department is basically run on a shoestring budget, and because it's the biggest department in the county, it also suffers from what a lot of big departments or corporations suffer from - mismanagement and a disconnect between management and line staff, and management and the clients that the line staff serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means for me specifically is that I deal with a lot of unhappy people all the time, in fact every day. I can't help everyone, and there are so many issues, especially because they haven't been addressed by the coworkers of mine previously. I just feel like I'm in the middle of a circle of fire, with a small bucket of water, just trying to put the big flare ups out. I know I can never put out the fire, and can barely suppress the big flare ups. And on top of all that, I'm being shot at with arrows from outside of the circle of fire. I'm trying to stop from getting burned by the fire, and trying not to be shot.&amp;nbsp;(Sidenote: it's a lot of women that do social services work, and my god, listening to women bitch all day and talk about their feelings and figuratively holding their hand at the same time is putting me in my own personal hell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the middle of a bad situation that's been getting progressively worse over the last few years and is just now getting to a critical mass. I know I didn't cause it, I know I can't fix it all by myself, but it still bothers me. I started doing this job because I wanted to help people, not just operate by reacting and doing damage control. That's a hard thing for me to take. I am a control freak, and having basically every aspect of my job be outside of my control is just so, so difficult. On top of that, being in union work and part of the Labor movement at a time like now is depressing, considering what has happened in Wisconsin and Ohio, and considering the layoffs just today of 19000 teachers in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is probably the most difficult and challenging one I've ever had, and I've worked a lot of jobs. It has also been the most rewarding. But over the last few weeks, I've just been wondering whether or not I can really DO the job anymore. I've been doubting myself and my abilities, and wondering whether or not I'm really the type of person who can or should be in a career where I help people. I understand now more than ever that I never would have been able to make it as a social worker or a therapist. At this point in my life, I haven't recovered enough from my own traumas and distanced myself enough from them to not care too much. As it is now, I care WAY too much about my job and whether or not I'm helping people enough, and it is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not cutting myself, so no worries that I've become emo. But, I have been crying a lot. I've cried about 3 times in the last few weeks, which is more than I've cried in a few years combined. I feel like I'm being betrayed by my own body, (hence the title of this post) because what happens when I become overwhelmed and pissed off is I cry. I don't cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm mad as hell and want to murder people. I cry when I'm frustrated. And... I HATE IT. I am trying to understand that crying is okay, and it's a natural thing. But for me, it isn't. Crying is not what I do. Crying is what pussies do. Crying is what you do when you're weak. I suppose my emotional state isn't the healthiest if when I'm upset and overwhelmed all I want to do is hit people. The Hulk inside of me these days is just under the surface. I'm operating on a daily basis being at the midway point between Bruce Banner and the Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the key is that I need to spend more time doing things that I enjoy and that make me happy. Unfortunately, working so much isn't enabling me to do so. At least before, when I worked with the other departments, it was awesome when I was in a department with mostly dudes (mechanics or road crews) because we'd bullshit about football or basketball or whatnot, and that made things easier. Now I don't even have that outlet, and poor manz has to hear me raging or crying all the time, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't know how to handle it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Why can't I go back to the days when I didn't admit I actually had feelings or cared about anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3591797965395859204?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3591797965395859204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/03/et-tu-brute-aka-fuck-yo-estrogen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3591797965395859204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3591797965395859204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/03/et-tu-brute-aka-fuck-yo-estrogen.html' title='Et tu, Brute? aka FUCK YO&apos; ESTROGEN!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4977688543788431547</id><published>2011-03-01T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:24:43.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>No Homo aka Pause</title><content type='html'>Just a story I think you guys will appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a new guy that started with my union, and most of the people that work with me are chicks. Which has been a bad thing for the most part because I think we know that chicks like to bring out the high drama at noon. But anyway. I was glad it was a dude that started because we need more testosterone in that bitch to help cut the amount of estrogen in that office. When he first started a couple weeks ago, one of the chicks asked me, "Well? Is he cute?" I just stared at her for almost a full minute before responding, "Uh, I guess so, yeah." She walked off, apparently satisfied with my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in my office for a few minutes thinking to myself, "Why the fuck did she ask me that? Why of all people would she be asking ME if I thought some dude was cute? What the fuck does she think I am?" Then I realized, oh, she thinks I'm a 100% hetero chick with an appreciation for dudes. I mean, since I AM married and all. After THAT I realized that my initial reaction was a total straight dude reaction in similar situations. All like, "Why are you asking me? How the fuck would I know??" The funny thing is, when she asked me the question, I was SO UNCOMFORTABLE while I was trying to figure out how to answer. After all this ran through my head I just sat there in my office and laughed my ass off. Which probably contributed to my coworkers thinking I'm a crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night, I went home and said to manz, "Gross, can you believe they asked me if the new dude was cute? What the fuck is that about?" He just looked at me for a minute and laughed. Then he says, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's interested, I guess after thinking about it, in conventional terms the dude is a decent looking guy. He's not ugly, I don't think. (Not exactly a ringing endorsement, is it? But what else do you expect from me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4977688543788431547?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4977688543788431547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-homo-aka-pause.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4977688543788431547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4977688543788431547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-homo-aka-pause.html' title='No Homo aka Pause'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7880215628906487294</id><published>2011-02-28T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:06:43.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolutionary Insurgence'/><title type='text'>Viva La Revolucion! TL;DR Current Events Rant</title><content type='html'>WARNING: For any of you that might not be pro-labor or pro-worker's rights, please stop reading. For any of you that are anti-union, please also stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zq4xt-86xXg/TWx-m9tXpzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/UffbdzA3_UI/s1600/fist.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zq4xt-86xXg/TWx-m9tXpzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/UffbdzA3_UI/s320/fist.png" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now those of you that spend any time perusing the news have heard about what Governor Walker is trying to do to public sector worker's rights in Wisconsin. You may also have heard that this cancerous way of thinking is spreading out to Indiana, Ohio, and Michigan, and this sort of legislation has already been introduced here in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something about all this that you might not know. Unions brought you child labor laws, and the 5 day work week. Unions have helped spread democracy in their own way as well has given a lot of downtrodden workers a voice and a vote in their future. That's what collective bargaining rights are, the right to vote on whether or not you'll accept certain terms from your employer on wages and benefits, among other things. Many of you probably work in the private sector, where you're given a salary for the work you do, and benefits as dictated by your employer. I'm also sure many of you (manz, for one) bust your asses and get paid less than some people in your office do who fuck off every day. Being unionized means that you get paid what has been previously voted on, and you and your co-workers negotiate the benefits you get. Everyone gets what's fair. And wouldn't it be awesome to be able to vote on whether or not you're okay with the rate of pay you're given? Or how much your employer contributes to your healthcare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move onto pensions. First of all, a defined benefit where you 100% for sure get money for the rest of your life until you die after you retire is fucking awesome. Most of us in my generation know that social security isn't going to be around for us to take advantage of when we get old enough. But being able to work for years in your chosen career and then know that you're getting a defined amount of money every month...well, I'd say that would take a load of everyone's shoulders when planning for the future. A 401k is some bullshit. It's basically you giving your employer money to gamble on Wall Street. They can decide to make risky decisions or not, but either way it's a gamble. When the stock market crashed, manz lost his almost his entire 401k, and he had several thousand dollars in there. GTFOHWTBS. I'll take a pension any day. And keep in mind people, pensions are paid into by the employee as well, not just the employer. Public employee pensions are not money that they get for free. They contribute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Where does that leave us? Well, down here in San Diego, it's pretty damned conservative, and all the local government wants to do is say they've achieved "pension reform" in the county and so now there's this attack on public employees and their benefits. It's some crazy shit, hearing these extreme right wing conservatives talk shit about the very programs they'll be getting a piece of. It's also crazy to hear them talk shit about their employees. I mean, really? Everyone has this idea that government employees are lazy and stupid and sit on their asses all day. Well let me tell you, people do that in every fucking office, no matter where you work. Right now I bet there's some dumbass in your department that doesn't do shit, and you have to pull his/her weight. That's not something that strictly happens in the public sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know about public employees is that they're people. Most work hard, some don't. Some get treated well, some don't. They're not all sitting around collecting exorbitant salaries and pensions, though. Most of the ones I know bust their asses. I represented a crew of Public Works guys that got called out 12 times on Christmas Day because of the rain that was happening here. I know social workers who are so overwhelmed and overworked and understaffed that they're working several hours a week overtime without logging that time or getting paid for it. THOSE are the public employees I know about, and I respect them immensely, as well as all the good work they do, because it is them that makes this county a nice one to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all this, it's nice to know that 4chan/anonymous has been aware and active. They've released &amp;nbsp;a couple of open letters over the last few days that I believe are worth a serious read. The first is an &lt;a href="http://anonnews.org/?p=press&amp;amp;a=item&amp;amp;i=585"&gt;open letter to the Citizens of the United States of America&lt;/a&gt;, talking about the Koch brothers and their funding of the Tea Party as well as the union busting activities in Wisconsin. Today, they've released another awesome open letter to the World, which got me super fired up and made my little activist heart happy. Check that letter out &lt;a href="http://www.anonnews.org/?p=press&amp;amp;a=item&amp;amp;i=619"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;To the Koch brothers, FUCK YO' PRODUCTS! Pass the word on and Kochblock the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;br /&gt;Quilted Northern&lt;br /&gt;Angel Soft&lt;br /&gt;Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Brawny&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;Dixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures they'd make shit to wipe your ass on, amirite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-7880215628906487294?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7880215628906487294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/viva-la-revolucion-tldr-current-events.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7880215628906487294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7880215628906487294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/viva-la-revolucion-tldr-current-events.html' title='Viva La Revolucion! TL;DR Current Events Rant'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zq4xt-86xXg/TWx-m9tXpzI/AAAAAAAAB6g/UffbdzA3_UI/s72-c/fist.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2033188285484756548</id><published>2011-02-19T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:47:25.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Finally...!</title><content type='html'>...The Diora has come BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having upper respiratory infection + 60 hour work weeks = no blog posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just a quick one today while I do my laundry on shit I seen this week. Pago posted something on this over at his blog, and I saw this in its entirety a few nights ago. Shit was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rmnXTdkM8go?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rkqRkgQl0xE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I swear watching this made me mark the fuck out, even after The Rock doing Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xXgDtXE2WM/TWBH92xd5sI/AAAAAAAAB6c/oKF7RkS50Lg/s1600/073_1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xXgDtXE2WM/TWBH92xd5sI/AAAAAAAAB6c/oKF7RkS50Lg/s1600/073_1000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can ALL bus stops around the world be like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2033188285484756548?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2033188285484756548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2033188285484756548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2033188285484756548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/finally.html' title='Finally...!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rmnXTdkM8go/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8522711069869408045</id><published>2011-02-06T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:20:35.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artfaggotry'/><title type='text'>Nerdgasm.</title><content type='html'>All the following shit is stuff that will give you guys nerdgasms guaranteed. Well, they SHOULD. If you're a reader of this blog and anything like me then this is the nerdy artfag shit for you.&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AbMlNRLI/AAAAAAAAB6M/J9Zi0jG5wnQ/s1600/500x_iofficemilton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AbMlNRLI/AAAAAAAAB6M/J9Zi0jG5wnQ/s320/500x_iofficemilton.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I believe you have my stapler. Office Space is a classic, and putting Milton in 8 bit is fucking awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AevW2WuI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/0FA3g7rIbI0/s1600/224508080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AevW2WuI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/0FA3g7rIbI0/s400/224508080.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dude...seriously? How the fuck did they get this picture taken? It's fucking awesome! I mean...who woulda thunk of photo idea like this one? Someone who's awesome, that's who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AgYy2aQI/AAAAAAAAB6U/BwxG1YbI2KI/s1600/a0c6b69e7ea43d2af6035786824b38fcad6fb0ad_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AgYy2aQI/AAAAAAAAB6U/BwxG1YbI2KI/s320/a0c6b69e7ea43d2af6035786824b38fcad6fb0ad_m.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This shit had be dying. Yes, it's blasphemy, but it's still goddamn hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AkE6pl1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gfRVvHWbFIc/s1600/the_dark_side_of_the_kingdom_by_kay_too-d2xxe2i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AkE6pl1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gfRVvHWbFIc/s320/the_dark_side_of_the_kingdom_by_kay_too-d2xxe2i.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh em gee, mixing Star Wars and Mario? Genius. Fucking genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8522711069869408045?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8522711069869408045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerdgasm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8522711069869408045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8522711069869408045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerdgasm.html' title='Nerdgasm.'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TU-AbMlNRLI/AAAAAAAAB6M/J9Zi0jG5wnQ/s72-c/500x_iofficemilton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6674398857746629996</id><published>2011-02-02T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:21:23.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><title type='text'>^5s: The Last 5 WTF Movies I Watched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So this is a list movies that I have seen in recent history that made me say WTF for one reason or another, which I will explain. Except for one of these movies, I am still not sure how I feel about them. I don't think I hate them but I'm not sure I like them, either. This may require a second viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Following&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCFdf6-1I/AAAAAAAAB54/AQAtvUn7RDM/s1600/following_dvd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCFdf6-1I/AAAAAAAAB54/AQAtvUn7RDM/s320/following_dvd.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I think it might have been iamnotstrange that recommended this to me after I talked about Inception. Maybe? Or maybe it was Pago. Anyway, one of you recommended this since I love Christoper Nolan. After watching this, I think I might like this movie, but I'm not sure. The plot twists were some crazy shit. And while I like to think I'm kind of a smartypants, I did not expect the shit that happened in this movie. No spoiler alerts here, but like I said, the twists that this plot goes through will turn your brain inside out. Maybe I'm not smart enough to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delicatessen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCMBZ0aMI/AAAAAAAAB58/Ci3BoxDGHec/s1600/MPW-16154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCMBZ0aMI/AAAAAAAAB58/Ci3BoxDGHec/s320/MPW-16154.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, since I liked Amelie, my roommate who is a known hardcore movie nerd and pretentious artfag, suggested we watch this movie. All I have to say is WHAT THE FUCK. Seriously, what the fuck. I thought I knew what was going on, and then when the movie was over, I realized I didn't know what the fuck was going on. At least not at the end. I'm not even sure if it had a happy ending or not. And that's not to say that I like happy endings, because I don't appreciate the Hollywood/Disney ending usually, but I am just saying that I have no idea if this movie was trying to go with the happy ending or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCWBAOcWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/S0qPSdUTKFQ/s1600/500+days+of+summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCWBAOcWI/AAAAAAAAB6A/S0qPSdUTKFQ/s320/500+days+of+summer.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so Pago told me that this movie was not some corny ass romantic movie, which &amp;nbsp;it wasn't. However, I'm not sure what it was otherwise. The tagline for the movie says it's a movie about love, which just sounds bad. I kind of think it was more about relationships. I also kind of think that it was the kind of movie that dudes and chicks can watch together without one of them feeling like they got gypped. Other than that, I am not sure if I liked it or not. I do love Zooey Deschanel, I think she's super hot as I've mentioned in this blog before. I also love love love Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Manz calls him my other manz aka my movie boyfriend. &amp;nbsp;Maybe what it is, is that I actually secretly liked the movie but am mad that I did and so I'm trying to hate on it? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCmJvkMWI/AAAAAAAAB6E/lqe7d0xxa2I/s1600/Disney-Alice-In-Wonderland-Movie-Poster-Johnny-Depp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCmJvkMWI/AAAAAAAAB6E/lqe7d0xxa2I/s320/Disney-Alice-In-Wonderland-Movie-Poster-Johnny-Depp.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I was all mad at first for like the first 2/3 of the movie because this was NOT any of the Alice stories. It was not Alice in Wonderland. It was not Through the Looking Glass. So what the fuck was it? I had a hard time dealing with this issue until I realized "Okay, it's just Tim Burton's version of an Alice story" and then I felt better about it after that. I will say that I did kind of like how he ended up making Alice sort of a strong female character who handled her own business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCtylx1cI/AAAAAAAAB6I/piU9u5Mev3c/s1600/game.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCtylx1cI/AAAAAAAAB6I/piU9u5Mev3c/s320/game.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now this movie is one of those movies that WILL have you saying WTF, because seriously, you're like "What the fuck is going ON up in here?" It's another one of those twisty sort of mindfuck kind of movies, but the way the story was told and the way the movie ended make the movie probably one of the best movies I've seen. This one is a definite must see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6674398857746629996?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6674398857746629996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/5s-last-5-wtf-movies-i-watched.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6674398857746629996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6674398857746629996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/02/5s-last-5-wtf-movies-i-watched.html' title='^5s: The Last 5 WTF Movies I Watched'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUoCFdf6-1I/AAAAAAAAB54/AQAtvUn7RDM/s72-c/following_dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4286400446092386912</id><published>2011-01-30T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:22:41.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Homina.</title><content type='html'>Homina, homina, homina. Ya'll know that I'm not partial to blondes, and that I'm an "ass man", however, WHO SAYS NO TO THIS?! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUZGyH6IhLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ucabJGQnSG8/s1600/ScarlettJohansson10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUZGyH6IhLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ucabJGQnSG8/s400/ScarlettJohansson10.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, seriously Ryan Reynolds? Going from this to Sandra Bullock? This proves you're even more of an idiotic asshole than I thought you were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4286400446092386912?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4286400446092386912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/homina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4286400446092386912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4286400446092386912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/homina.html' title='Homina.'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TUZGyH6IhLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ucabJGQnSG8/s72-c/ScarlettJohansson10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8257105213353624714</id><published>2011-01-26T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:23:00.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Midweek Pron: Hump Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Get it? Get it? HUMP day? For the day I post pictures of some srs booty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, it has been so long since I shared some of my pervyness with you guys, and I've got a ton of pictures I've found from all over the interwebs just piling up on my hard drive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h0ir2ApI/AAAAAAAAB5U/T3spnjb_QTQ/s1600/0f359c54547d733209686ff475e965b91ebd014a_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h0ir2ApI/AAAAAAAAB5U/T3spnjb_QTQ/s320/0f359c54547d733209686ff475e965b91ebd014a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I personally just like the fact that she's a brunette with a nice shapely ass. Sure, I can't see her face, but then, do you really need to? I could care less for the arm tattoo because it looks like it is probably something stupid, but hey, whatever. We're not really looking at that, are we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h08-D1xI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/RnYianEonl0/s1600/4c00b66f00f8c253c65a312127e2959437a85aae_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h08-D1xI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/RnYianEonl0/s320/4c00b66f00f8c253c65a312127e2959437a85aae_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My, my, my. MY GOD. You could really rest your drink on the top of her ass and it would stand up and not fall over. I always love an ass that looks like this, especially because it's so round and perky. Plus, she looks like she has the kind of figure I love on a woman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h1G8lbuI/AAAAAAAAB5c/z0fEAr0oHZ0/s1600/1535ea2599f158cb7db3ab67f5d8a7dfb2dd04aa_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h1G8lbuI/AAAAAAAAB5c/z0fEAr0oHZ0/s320/1535ea2599f158cb7db3ab67f5d8a7dfb2dd04aa_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This picture had to have been taken on either South Beach, or in South America somewhere. Because I have not seen a chick in that kind of shape wear that on a bike ride in LA, or here in SD. I would certainly LOVE to see it out here, but the chicks out here that ride bikes are all hipster and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h1ttB78I/AAAAAAAAB5g/7X7sHimX6-o/s1600/225313747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h1ttB78I/AAAAAAAAB5g/7X7sHimX6-o/s320/225313747.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This picture in general is cool. I mean, just the way that the artist photoshopped the dress into a splatter...that shit must have taken some time. But of course, that was the second thing I noticed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h1-U0IUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/F1g2Q80qCIQ/s1600/d9f1b5d3f5c6bd3a31c11ed14633eba540623134_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h1-U0IUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/F1g2Q80qCIQ/s320/d9f1b5d3f5c6bd3a31c11ed14633eba540623134_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Again, my favorite shape of ass, on what looks to be my favorite body type. Mmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h2H5V-yI/AAAAAAAAB5o/pyyza0elC_w/s1600/f0c17d3fb511bfd62bf1c66fc779003de45a6b60_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h2H5V-yI/AAAAAAAAB5o/pyyza0elC_w/s320/f0c17d3fb511bfd62bf1c66fc779003de45a6b60_m.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kinda looks like what I expect the girl on the bike up&amp;nbsp;there looks like sitting down from the back. This is a glorious picture. JUST FUCKING GLORIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h2e_rvoI/AAAAAAAAB5s/3IXBmTiPw-g/s1600/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h2e_rvoI/AAAAAAAAB5s/3IXBmTiPw-g/s320/sleep.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I were the dude (or chick?) taking this picture. I wish I woke up and that was lying there. I mean, I love manz, and I do love waking up next to him in the morning, but you know, this would be awesome, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8257105213353624714?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8257105213353624714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/midweek-pron-hump-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8257105213353624714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8257105213353624714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/midweek-pron-hump-day.html' title='Midweek Pron: Hump Day'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT-h0ir2ApI/AAAAAAAAB5U/T3spnjb_QTQ/s72-c/0f359c54547d733209686ff475e965b91ebd014a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5467978822779455158</id><published>2011-01-23T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:14:02.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><title type='text'>^5s: The Last 5 Surprising Movies I Watched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is basically about movies that surprised me that I've seen in the last 2 or 3 months. Most of them surprised me in a good way, but one of them just surprised me in general because I didn't know wtf to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scott Pilgrim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T_qEZB_I/AAAAAAAAB5I/fphEm_5hURE/s1600/Scott+Pilgrim+Movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T_qEZB_I/AAAAAAAAB5I/fphEm_5hURE/s320/Scott+Pilgrim+Movie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This movie was surprisingly FUCKING AWESOME. Anyone in my generation, who is a gamer, and who likes comic books should love this movie. If you don't love this movie but you fit the criteria, I don't even know what to say to you, other than that you must be a pretentious doucherocket who thinks he's some kind of movie nerd. But anyway, the tagline pretty much says it all. The epicness of this movie approached legendary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zombieland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0UARTEeyI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-jJAzu-IcS8/s1600/zombieland1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0UARTEeyI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-jJAzu-IcS8/s320/zombieland1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also a surprisingly good movie. I didn't know what to expect of this either, other than I was told that I should not watch it while eating. As it happened, I ended up watching it while eating chicken, which turned out to be a bad idea. Despite that fact I thoroughly enjoyed this movie. It was kind of like watching a video game being played in a way. And I loved Woody Harrelson in this. LOVED him. And the Bill Murray part was just...awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Super Troopers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T-oKKabI/AAAAAAAAB5A/l2enCAJP9SY/s1600/key_art_super_troopers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T-oKKabI/AAAAAAAAB5A/l2enCAJP9SY/s400/key_art_super_troopers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I was expecting this to be stupid, I'm sorry to say - even though manz and my girl Stef have highly recommended it to me. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I'll love some stupid funny movies, and hate others. Like for example, I loved Anchorman and Blade of Glory, but didn't care for Old School. (I know, sacrilege.) Or much else that Will Ferrell has done. I don't usually like anything with Seth Rogen in it. I thought Superbad was meh. You get the idea. I loved this movie though, and I think it was because of the fact that you could tell all of the actors were having a good time. Maybe that's the key. In the stupid funny movies I hate, the actors usually are being stupid funny just for that reason alone, and I'm not sure whether or not they're even enjoying the experience. I mean, why wouldn't you love to be paid to act like an idiot? But in Super Troopers, you could TELL every one of those guys was having a good time, which made it funny to me, which made me like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T_SLte6I/AAAAAAAAB5E/ouepuJTVMmw/s1600/rosencrantz-and-guildenstern-are-dead-movie-poster-1020231175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T_SLte6I/AAAAAAAAB5E/ouepuJTVMmw/s320/rosencrantz-and-guildenstern-are-dead-movie-poster-1020231175.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm watching a British movie or television show it takes me a second to figure out what the hell is going on, because I'm a stupid American who on occasion needs to be beat over the head to actually connect the dots. That kind of happened in this movie. It wasn't until about 30 minutes into the movie that I was like "Ohhhhhhhh!" and started laughing. The question game and the random scientific discoveries were hilarious, and it was awesome seeing Tim Roth (OMG &amp;lt;3 Cal Lightman) and Gary Oldman (OMG COMMISSIONER GORDON SQUEE) as young as they were in this movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Good, the Bad, and the Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T-C-IbjI/AAAAAAAAB48/OnNOZlkdE_4/s1600/good_the_bad_and_the_weird-535x401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T-C-IbjI/AAAAAAAAB48/OnNOZlkdE_4/s320/good_the_bad_and_the_weird-535x401.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With a title like that, I wasn't sure what to expect, but I love two of the three main characters, the Bad, and the Weird, so I figured I'd give it a shot. They've both been in Park Chan Wook movies and have been phenomenal. This movie was interesting at parts, funny at parts, and had good action at parts, but it was...I don't know. Just...interesting. I think I need to watch it again. It might be one of those movies like Kung Fu Hustle, where I saw it at first at was all like "hmmm" and then later realized that it was awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5467978822779455158?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5467978822779455158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/5s-last-5-surprising-movies-i-watched.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5467978822779455158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5467978822779455158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/5s-last-5-surprising-movies-i-watched.html' title='^5s: The Last 5 Surprising Movies I Watched'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0T_qEZB_I/AAAAAAAAB5I/fphEm_5hURE/s72-c/Scott+Pilgrim+Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8733650285686897873</id><published>2011-01-23T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:43:23.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Inspiration For the Week</title><content type='html'>Sorry, this isn't a pron type post, but I will do one of those this week, I promise. I've got so many interesting new pics to share, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this meme will have to do for now. It really amuses me on two different levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0Ra8r8mwI/AAAAAAAAB44/B4cayyLQZ6c/s1600/gopjZw2t0nr1xwby7z9jKymBo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0Ra8r8mwI/AAAAAAAAB44/B4cayyLQZ6c/s320/gopjZw2t0nr1xwby7z9jKymBo1_500.png" width="318" /&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/9005486298483902650-8733650285686897873?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8733650285686897873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration-for-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8733650285686897873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8733650285686897873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration-for-week.html' title='Inspiration For the Week'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TT0Ra8r8mwI/AAAAAAAAB44/B4cayyLQZ6c/s72-c/gopjZw2t0nr1xwby7z9jKymBo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1501282965373061133</id><published>2011-01-17T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:58:14.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>MLK Day</title><content type='html'>So, it's a bit late, but hey, there are still 4 hours left in the day. I think this has got to be one of the best pictures of him EVER. Who knew Dr. King was good at pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TTUPrH5-J7I/AAAAAAAAB40/iKc0RxOsBO4/s1600/4dc994a73ea7254914f7a5ca575d26ba347c7d95_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TTUPrH5-J7I/AAAAAAAAB40/iKc0RxOsBO4/s320/4dc994a73ea7254914f7a5ca575d26ba347c7d95_m.jpg" width="320" /&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/9005486298483902650-1501282965373061133?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1501282965373061133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/mlk-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1501282965373061133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1501282965373061133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/mlk-day.html' title='MLK Day'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TTUPrH5-J7I/AAAAAAAAB40/iKc0RxOsBO4/s72-c/4dc994a73ea7254914f7a5ca575d26ba347c7d95_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5199364665941779348</id><published>2011-01-15T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:29:46.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Crazy Asian Females. (Moar personal tl;dr)</title><content type='html'>The other day I was on reddit and I noticed a story that was titled, "Parents like Amy Chua are the reason Asian-Americans like me are in therapy". Intrigued, I clicked on the link and came to &lt;a href="http://bettymingliu.com/2011/01/parents-like-amy-chua-are-the-reason-why-asian-americans-like-me-are-in-therapy/"&gt;this blog post.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I read it and was really conflicted. I was shocked, horrified, and disgusted about the story on Amy Chua, and glad that someone was willing to be open enough (like the author of the blog post, Betty Ming Liu) to talk about being in therapy. It's not something we Asians talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to link the story on Amy Chua. If you want to read it follow through the links on Betty's site. Basically, all you need to know is that she's a crazy Asian mom (for those of you who know what that means) that fully believes the hardcore Asian way of raising your children is the way to go. It is most definitely NOT the way to go, and in fact is probably the worst way to go EVER. Let me break off some knowledge for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is a crazy Asian mom. I was raised very traditionally Korean for the most part, although I admit that I wished I would have been able to learn how to play an instrument because I do love music and making music. Instead of the music lessons, I had the martial arts lessons, and that was what I had to do almost every day for several hours after school starting at age 4 until I was 14. When I was 14, I finally asked my parents what it would take for me to stop having to train at my dad's martial arts studio, and they told me that it would be until I moved out, or got my black belt. I figured I had 3-4 years left till moving out, so getting my black belt seemed the better option because it'd be quicker. I failed the test once in a horrifyingly embarrassing way and then busted my ass for the better part of a year so I could pass the test. Sidenote: the test is 2 days. Day 1 is where you show the panel everything you've ever learned from white belt on. You also have to fight 3-4 grown ass men (and not get your ass beat), do the splits, and break boards and bricks a variety of different ways. You see why it took me a year. I passed when I was 15. But as usual, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I was raised traditionally Korean, that pretty much means that my parents beat my ass. And I don't mean a spanking. I mean a serious ass beating. And since my parents were into martial arts, that also meant a much more serious ass beating (with various weapons and pain inducing instruments) than you'd think. Let me just say that my childhood was moderately awful. I grew up believing I was a failure &amp;nbsp;in every way, shape, and form, and that I was a fat, ugly, disgusting pig who would pretty much be a worthless whore when I grew up. Why did I think that, you ask? This would be because I was told those things every day. That was supposed to be for my own good, and was meant to inspire me. And no, I'm not kidding. There were a ton of other things that happened to me growing up that I won't get into, but let's just say that I think I've experienced every horrible thing that a woman can except for one. And all that happened to me up until age 15. It was then that CPS came in and took me out of my home when it was discovered how my parents were "raising" me. I was in foster care till I turned 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in foster care was terrible. I can't even begin to describe the pain in the whole experience of my life until that point. What's sad is that despite how bad I had it, and it was pretty bad, when I went into foster care, I was exposed to the absolute filth that people do to their children. I had a foster sister who was raped by her father repeatedly, and then her grandmother beat her almost to death, putting her in the hospital, when she tried to tell her about it, and did various other things to make her "stop lying", although it was obvious what had been done to her. I knew other kids who were raped by siblings, who were beaten to near death multiple times and exposed to horrible, horrible things. I went to therapy. I was in and out of foster homes because no one wants a teenager, because people believe that teenagers in foster care are there for a reason - because they're trouble makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in and out of therapy ever since. I'm a big fan of therapy. I guess this all explains why I ended up a Communication Studies major in undergrad, and why Negotiation, Conflict Resolution, and Peacebuilding is my graduate school major. As of right now, I don't speak to my mom, because in her mind, she has rewritten history. She believes that even though I was taken away from her by CPS, that even though she went to court multiple times because of me, that the time I was out of her home (my parents had divorced the year I was taken out of the home) was because I was a "bad" kid who "ran away". She doesn't acknowledge or believe what I know really happened. She had the sheer balls to tell me, before manz and I got married, that "You'd better not mess this one up, because I know the kind of person you are. I'm saying this because I'm your mother and I know you, and you have a tendency to screw good things up." I was in shock that she said that, and asked, "Don't you think that's a harsh thing to say?" She couldn't believe I would ask such a thing. She just said, "No, of course not. Like I said, I know you and I know you have tendencies to mess things up. Your fiance is a good man and I would hate to see him get hurt." And that was her trying to be really nice to me. She wasn't invited to the wedding, and I don't plan on having a relationship with her anytime soon, while she persists in believing that I'm basically a bad person who screws things up. How could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my point in revealing all this information? Because quite honestly, my mother truly, truly believes that she was a good mother. Other people believe that she was a good mother, because they don't know that I went into foster care because she beat the living shit out of my sister and I. All they see is that my sister is a lawyer and my brother and I went to graduate school and we're all "successful", which must be a sign of good parenting. As far as I'm concerned, it isn't. I personally got myself to where I am today by my damn self, and not because my parents ever did shit for me or were good parents. They weren't. So Those of you that have good parents, please, please do me, them, and yourselves a favor and honor and respect them before its too late. You don't know how much work it is and how hard it is to be a truly good parent. No matter how much they annoy you, get on your nerves, bug you, whatever, just remember that they did the best they could by you despite their flaws and limitations and that you came into the world as a whole person, instead of broken, like me. It has taken 18 years for me to be relatively functional and I'm still working on my issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what, though. Despite all the fucked up shit that's happened to me, and how awful and dysfunctional my family is, I don't have any regret about anything. Obviously I wouldn't want to have to experience everything again, but I know that everything I've been through has made me who and what I am today. And I'm finally beginning to be proud of that.&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TTFaEIYvZ5I/AAAAAAAAB4w/wMVUjdmnGW8/s1600/island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TTFaEIYvZ5I/AAAAAAAAB4w/wMVUjdmnGW8/s320/island.jpg" width="320" /&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/9005486298483902650-5199364665941779348?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5199364665941779348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/crazy-asian-females-moar-personal-tldr.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5199364665941779348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5199364665941779348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/crazy-asian-females-moar-personal-tldr.html' title='Crazy Asian Females. (Moar personal tl;dr)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TTFaEIYvZ5I/AAAAAAAAB4w/wMVUjdmnGW8/s72-c/island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2109961725356617366</id><published>2011-01-10T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:35:46.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations With...'/><title type='text'>Conversations With...</title><content type='html'>So tonight manz was on woot.com checking stuff out, to see what the woot of the day is. As a side note, I should add that this was inspired by my indignation that we know a few people that have better TVs than us. I mean, when someone who isn't tech savvy has a better TV than nerds like us, COME ON!! [/Gob Bluth] So I told manz we had to rectify this matter immediately. I should add that I realize that I'm extremely spoiled these days in terms of material things. I mean, I got a new car around Thanksgiving. Then an iPad right before Christmas. Then the Kinect on Christmas. I mean, seriously. And now I want at least a 50" LCD TV. What is WRONG with me? I keep hearing my mom in my head telling me about Ethiopian kids going hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. So he ended up on woot.com, and he's silent for a moment, then he turns to me and this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Really? Some of the shit people think up as costumes is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Sexy airline captain? SEXY LADY PILOT? I mean...COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dude, you wouldn't believe the shit people come up with in terms of sexy costumes. It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Okay, I can see some of them, you know, like sexy stewardess, or sexy cop, sexy teacher, whatever. But sexy pilot?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, man. You don't even KNOW about all the sexy costumes they have out there. The sexy lady pilot is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Manz: *starts looking for costume websites* OH GOD. So, apparently you're a sexy mechanic if you have a red fishnet bra on and checkers on your thong. And ooh, I don't know how I could contain myself with a SEXY BULL RIDER!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think the idea is you're supposed to, you know, be the bull.&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Fine. What about sexy cab driver?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No comment.&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Am I supposed to be the taxi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of writing this right now, he's still looking at costumes. He just groaned in disgust at a sexy lion tamer costume. *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2109961725356617366?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2109961725356617366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversations-with.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2109961725356617366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2109961725356617366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversations-with.html' title='Conversations With...'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8047037679947623660</id><published>2011-01-09T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:02:50.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='^5s'/><title type='text'>^5s: The Last 5 (+2) TV Shows I've Watched</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I've done one of these, and this post has been sitting in my "to post" queue for like the past several months, so I don't want to hear any shit about a late pass. You try working as much as me for the last few months and see if you're still able to post a lot. Well, that only applies if you're over the age of 25. Let me rephrase that. You try being 33 years old and working as much as me for the last few months and see if you're still able to post a lot. Plus, I gotta fit video games in with television watching, too. And football. And working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top Gear UK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpPA59B34I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/lHwupdRpZB4/s1600/top-gear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpPA59B34I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/lHwupdRpZB4/s320/top-gear.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I've caught several shows of theirs, and while I love that it's about cars, and about non-American cars, and also about SPORTS cars, I hate that Jeremy Clarkson is so anti-American (but then, I don't blame him) and I also hate that they hate the GTR. I mean, COME ON. Who thinks the GTR is a piece of shit? WHO, I ask you? Still, they're hilarious and the rest of the cars on the show are just amazing (Bugatti Veyron, anyone?) so I can't hate too much. Any one of their recent seasons would be worthwhile to watch if you love cars like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avatar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpQTfxBxdI/AAAAAAAAB4U/p40W7PP5Vkg/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpQTfxBxdI/AAAAAAAAB4U/p40W7PP5Vkg/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I realize this is a picture of Appa, but I don't care, because he's fucking awesome. He's like that flying dog in the Neverending Story. Manz hates that dog, which I think is maybe one of the only things we don't agree on, and never will. I loved that dog, and Appa was fucking awesome. Anyway, I wasn't sure what to expect of this show, but figured I would try it out because people have been telling me that I reminded them of Toph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpQbY5UoLI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/ZKYLRc4IZRg/s1600/toph-topf-avatar-own-you-she-will-mr-me-end-earth-benders-be-demotivational-poster-1221524522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpQbY5UoLI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/ZKYLRc4IZRg/s320/toph-topf-avatar-own-you-she-will-mr-me-end-earth-benders-be-demotivational-poster-1221524522.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wasn't sure what to expect from comments like THAT either, but I told manz about it, and after she entered the picture in Season 2, manz turns to me and says, "That really IS you." I don't mind the comparison. A tomboy who kicks ass? Sure, why not? But, back to what I thought of the show. The first season dragged and seemed very much like a children's show. But the second and third season? GTFOHWTBS! Shit was crazy, talking about brainwashing and dystopian societies? What kid would understand that? I ended up loving this show, most especially the 2nd and 3rd seasons. Anyone that hasn't checked it out should. This is not a kids show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dexter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpRzzCy8RI/AAAAAAAAB4c/hl2wMc6Tlao/s1600/3465121_abc603e7-88c5-4c94-b1e8-5f950206969d-dexter-season-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpRzzCy8RI/AAAAAAAAB4c/hl2wMc6Tlao/s320/3465121_abc603e7-88c5-4c94-b1e8-5f950206969d-dexter-season-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another show where I wasn't sure what to think. One of my many complaints about movies and television in the United States these days has been about the lack of originality. Well, this show pretty much threw that complaint out on its ear. I watched seasons 1 and 2, and they were both really great. I'm waiting for season 3 to come out on instant queue in Netflix so we can watch it, but overall I like the show a lot. It's intense and just fucking serious business. I hate Dexter's sister sometimes, especially that weird smile she has like she had a stroke, and her lisp, but I try not to let it get to me. And shit, if that's the only complaint I've got about a show, I'll take the annoying bitch with the rest of it any day of the week. Plus, I love me a fucking anti-hero. He's like Batman with a little extra Joker thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpSLZBLgXI/AAAAAAAAB4g/JN-X8-40i4E/s1600/Full+Metal+Alchemist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpSLZBLgXI/AAAAAAAAB4g/JN-X8-40i4E/s320/Full+Metal+Alchemist.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no idea why I persist in believing sometimes that just because something is animated that it means it's for kids. If any show out there were to prove that wrong, it would be this show. The blood and gore and themes of the show were definitely not for children, which I appreciated, because I do love some violence and gratuitous bloodshed, even if its animated. I was hesitant to watch the show because I thought it was gonna be some emokid bullshit, which is wrong of me, but hey - most emokids I know that are into everything Japanese loved this show. So what am I supposed to think? ANYWAY. It was truly awesome. Seriously. Not to mention, I like to think I'm a tough bitch most of the time, but I'll tell you, there were more than a few times when my eyes seemed a little overly dry and my tear ducts helped moisturize them. Not because I was sad or anything, it was just me having super dry eyes. (I hate that shit, but I am a sucker for family oriented themes concerning loss. Hm. I wonder why.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firefly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpUL3fMNwI/AAAAAAAAB4k/YEZIE9xR3lE/s1600/firefly_series_main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpUL3fMNwI/AAAAAAAAB4k/YEZIE9xR3lE/s320/firefly_series_main.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's another perfect example of a show I had no inclination to want to watch because of the fans. (OMG NATHAN FILION! SWOON~) You guys know I do not do any kind of swooning over men. I mean, what's there to swoon over? Girls are much nicer looking nekkid, they're softer, and smell better on the whole than dudes. You know its true. Still, my girl Mel told me I should watch it, and manz grudgingly admitted he had seem it and thought it was all right, so I gave it a chance. It actually was better than I thought it would be. A little cheesy at times, but a decent show nonetheless. I'm not sure if I'd actually watch it again, but I enjoyed it while I did watch it. (But not one of those females did a thing for me, which was sad. Summer Glau was nowhere near as hot as I expected her to be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lie to Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpV1BGF-XI/AAAAAAAAB4o/YLk7YQgj3gg/s1600/lie_to_me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpV1BGF-XI/AAAAAAAAB4o/YLk7YQgj3gg/s400/lie_to_me.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love Tim Roth. Love love love him. I think he's an amazing actor and am glad he was cast as the main character. This show is kiiinda like a procedural drama, but not. Its got a little bit of everything thrown into the mix. Some science, some psychology, a lot of interesting shit. Plus all the characters are great actors, even the ones they bring in for just one episode. I highly suggest this show. If you ever wanted to know more about reading people or digging around in people's heads to see what makes them tick, this is your show. Of course, thanks to my wonderfully manipulative father (kind of like a cross between a yakuza and a ronin, but Korean knowing martial arts, and no, I don't think he's awesome, he's kind of a sociopath.) I already knew a lot of these things, because I happen to be a natural. (Natural micr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afro Samurai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpXPo2lHvI/AAAAAAAAB4s/_ysnz9kS9Pc/s1600/afro_samurai-show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpXPo2lHvI/AAAAAAAAB4s/_ysnz9kS9Pc/s320/afro_samurai-show.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Great art + Samuel L. Jackson + steampunk = Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8047037679947623660?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8047037679947623660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/5s-last-5-2-tv-shows-ive-watched.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8047037679947623660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8047037679947623660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/5s-last-5-2-tv-shows-ive-watched.html' title='^5s: The Last 5 (+2) TV Shows I&apos;ve Watched'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TSpPA59B34I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/lHwupdRpZB4/s72-c/top-gear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3327605697263061895</id><published>2011-01-03T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:02:06.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Happy Fuckin New Year!</title><content type='html'>Fuck a New Year's resolution. This year, I'm going to be the best version of me that I possibly can be, and that's what I resolve to do. I think that's what everyone else ought to resolve to do, too. Resolutions can be broken, and can fill you with guilt and cause you to fall off whatever wagon you're on. But striving to be the best version of you possible, well, I think that allows for mistakes and opportunities to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't plan on changing this year though, is how much of a perv I am. Or rather, how much I appreciate the female form. This is the best fucking exercise video I've seen in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4LH0K6k140?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/L4LH0K6k140?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9005486298483902650-3327605697263061895?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3327605697263061895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-fuckin-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3327605697263061895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3327605697263061895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-fuckin-new-year.html' title='Happy Fuckin New Year!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7318577424500237962</id><published>2010-12-27T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:54:51.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>What We're Gonna Do Right Here Is Go Back...Way Back...</title><content type='html'>...Back Into Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot this year. A LOT. I came a long way personally and professionally, and it looks like things are really looking up. For both me and manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, I learned that I had had quite enough of porn, thank you, after being involved in the industry for so long. 7 long years!&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmH7LawqhI/AAAAAAAAB4I/MUAPKLl8SXg/s1600/PornPoster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmH7LawqhI/AAAAAAAAB4I/MUAPKLl8SXg/s320/PornPoster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, it isn't. It really isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that taking a chance on something sometimes does work out the way you want it to, because that's how I found my current job. I took a chance and even though it sounded like the job was really difficult, and I wasn't sure I could do it, I applied anyway and got the job. Through this job I learned so much more.&amp;nbsp;I learned that religion isn't inherently bad after all, it just requires the right kind of people to be involved in it for it to be something truly wonderful. I also learned that appearances really ARE deceiving. Social workers aren't always nice people despite their psychology background, and blue collar working men aren't always gruff and taciturn individuals - still waters run deep. I learned that I have to understand that not everyone will like me, and that I have to be okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most important thing I've learned at this new job is something Gandhi said once. "A 'No' uttered from deepest conviction is better and greater than a 'Yes' merely uttered to please, or what is worse, to avoid trouble." Because I think it's ridiculous to ask for raises when the people who pay my salary (the members I represent) are getting pay cuts and have to pay at least $1000 for their healthcare every month, and because this means I disagree with my coworkers and believe they're selfish sons of bitches, they've decided to create a working environment for me that has been pretty terrible. But I refuse to support them, even if it means they're going to be rude and give me the mean side eye when I walk by. On top of that, because I refuse to support them, this means that I'm anti-union, against the democratic process, and a hypocrite. (Because they want to know - how do I do my job every day and tell people to stand up to their bosses and stand with their coworkers, but not support my own coworkers when they're asking for raises?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmGGgyo3AI/AAAAAAAAB34/jlgF2cvphAM/s1600/Courage_Wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmGGgyo3AI/AAAAAAAAB34/jlgF2cvphAM/s320/Courage_Wolf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been brutal having to constantly say no, remain professional, and the hardest part of all is having to rein in my usual violent impulses to hit someone and really hurt them. The workplace is the only place where if someone gets in my face I need to take a deep breath and count to ten. As satisfying as it would be to beat some ass up in that bitch, I won't go to jail for those fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmIpsqGDTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/T8eHK8mBNLE/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-threatens-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmIpsqGDTI/AAAAAAAAB4M/T8eHK8mBNLE/s320/funny-pictures-cat-threatens-you.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I learned a lot, too. I learned that the way our society works these days is that reality television is real, social media is friendship, and faith is science. Or for that matter, reality television &amp;gt; reality, social media &amp;gt; true friendship, and faith &amp;gt; science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmHYJppvAI/AAAAAAAAB4A/SM5kPoLlikA/s1600/darwinlover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmHYJppvAI/AAAAAAAAB4A/SM5kPoLlikA/s320/darwinlover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learned that just because someone is related to you by blood, that doesn't mean you're obligated in any way to have a relationship with them.&amp;nbsp;I learned that I finally, for the first time ever, really am truly okay not having a relationship with my fucked up family.&amp;nbsp;I learned that family really means the people who love you and care for you, not just the people related to you by blood. I did however also learn that building up a new family is going to take some time and effort. I learned that just because my birth family is fucked up, that doesn't mean that I have to create a new family by having kids to try and fix everything through them. I learned that me and manz are really okay not having kids now, if ever. Perhaps the most important part of what I learned about family is that I can't change anyone, and I can't change what people think of me or believe that I am. People will do and say and believe what they want to, and I need to understand that, accept that, and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that I'm still a nerd, and I'm really proud of that. Despite the fact that most people (before Big Bang Theory became popular) think that being nerdy is something bad, I don't care. I learned that these days, when I choose to do something that is outside the norm, its not because I want attention. At least, not anymore. It's because I really want to do whatever it is I'm choosing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmHmxGBHBI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NBPKg1tjfw0/s1600/health+pot1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmHmxGBHBI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NBPKg1tjfw0/s320/health+pot1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why yes, I really did buy a Health Energy Potion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot of the stuff I learned in my personal life is stuff my brain already logically knew for some time, but that my heart had some trouble accepting. But now I think I'm at the point where at long last, my mind and heart are united in everything I do. Now, more than ever, I have no regret. Because of that, when someone asks me, "How are you?" I can really say "Good" and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmGZzjGvmI/AAAAAAAAB38/2ChNwm4BrG4/s1600/carpe+diem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmGZzjGvmI/AAAAAAAAB38/2ChNwm4BrG4/s320/carpe+diem.jpg" width="320" /&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/9005486298483902650-7318577424500237962?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7318577424500237962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-were-gonna-do-right-here-is-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7318577424500237962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7318577424500237962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-were-gonna-do-right-here-is-go.html' title='What We&apos;re Gonna Do Right Here Is Go Back...Way Back...'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TRmH7LawqhI/AAAAAAAAB4I/MUAPKLl8SXg/s72-c/PornPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-346882135755965237</id><published>2010-12-19T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:21:43.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulz'/><title type='text'>I Just Had Sex (I feel a little less hate towards Akon now)</title><content type='html'>...But more on that in a moment. This last week has been really hectic work-wise, basically working 13-14 hour days and Saturday but I think things are going to start calming down. I'm taking some time off this week and next so I'll be able to spend more time actually doing shit other than working - such as writing in this blog, and oh yeah, working on finishing my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just came across this new shit from Lonely Island. I have to say much like "I'm On A Boat" made me hate T-Pain a little less, "I Just Had Sex" makes me hate Akon a little less too. I mean, shit is just hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXWG8jfkk0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/WXWG8jfkk0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I don't much care for Blake Lively, but Jessica Alba sure looks good, doesn't she? I haven't felt the love for her for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-346882135755965237?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/346882135755965237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-had-sex-i-feel-little-less-hate.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/346882135755965237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/346882135755965237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-just-had-sex-i-feel-little-less-hate.html' title='I Just Had Sex (I feel a little less hate towards Akon now)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7162882495065868669</id><published>2010-12-07T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:51:49.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Redrum Explained - TL;DR incoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, my last post was a bit all over the place and out of control, but then, that's how I was feeling at the time. &amp;nbsp;It's been pretty hectic. Basically what's happened is the County of San Diego came to us with a proposal on the contract that the employees are working under. They also told us that we have to talk to all 10k plus county employees to find out what they want us to do before December 30th. And that really means before December 17th, because nothing happens the week of Christmas and New Year's. Since that day I've been up early and home late working about 13-14 hour days, and weekends. That all started last week and will go on for another week and half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, working on not a lot of sleep has left me in this weird state of just kind of floating along trying to remember everything I need to do, everywhere I need to go, and everyone I need to talk to. Last week when I started the first place I went to was the a courthouse in the southern area of San Diego. I thought the sheriffs at the courthouse would be mean and kick me off the steps of the courthouse but they were all really nice to me because they found out what I was doing, which they approved of, since they're getting the same deal, too. I was especially grateful when they let me stand inside when it was in the 30s in the morning and I was out there for 2 hours. Sometimes simple displays of kindness really mean a lot more to me. &amp;nbsp;Right after that I went to go to talk to some social workers, and for some reason they all had their panties in a bunch and were talking mad shit about how they should all be considered peace officers because they have to deal with the same shit probation officers do. I was in shock because I had never ever heard that argument before. Additionally they did all this finger pointing asking me "what's the UNION gonna do" which I hear all the time. That question pisses me off because the UNION is precisely that, a UNION. A bunch of people that are unified and working together. It's not the staff members that work in an office, it's all of us. I was really irritated because they were jumping all over me and not letting me talk, and being rude on top of that. And anyway, aren't social workers supposed to be nice and caring? What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TP8b9DI6U3I/AAAAAAAAB3o/V1LMx5Ow01s/s1600/cunts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TP8b9DI6U3I/AAAAAAAAB3o/V1LMx5Ow01s/s320/cunts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left there I went to another office of social workers where the social workers have been a lot more friendly towards me, and I was telling one of the women there about everything that had happened, and she asked me for the names of the social workers that had been rude to me. I was really pissed about one of them, and then turns out the dude I was most pissed about actually works for her. She told me she was going to tear him a new one for being mean to me, and all I have to say to that is: KARMA'S A BITCH MOTHERFUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I attended a breakfast that was being hosted by the ICWJ. That stands for the Interfaith Council on Worker Justice. I went to one of their functions before, and I wanted to talk about it on this blog, but it was during election season and I was way too overwhelmed. But the most wonderful thing about this organization is that it's exactly what it calls itself. It's made up of a lot of people of different faiths that are all working together to bring justice and fairness to all working families out there. All the major monotheistic religions are represented, and I have to say it's really overwhelming to be surrounded by so many people of God/Yahweh/Allah that all love and respect each other tremendously, and that love and respect everyone else. It was...enlightening. Most of my experiences with people of deep faith have been painful or disappointing or a combination of the two. But to hear a rabbi joking with a Baptist minister about stealing his lines for his own sermon - well, that was just amazing. There was so much love and acceptance there, that I just didn't know how to feel about it. I basically blue screened throughout most of the breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the rest of the week I was either getting beat up verbally, or else given a lot of praise and appreciation. And it would happen one after the other. First shit talking, then I'd talk to someone else who would tell me how wonderful I am, and how glad they are that I represent them, and that I'm awesome. Then the next person would talk shit. It was...so confusing.&amp;nbsp;I guess what's been the overwhelming thing is that I'm surrounded by the two extremes of the very best parts of the human race, and a lot of the worst parts. Lots of love and acceptance simultaneously being received with misperceptions, dislike, distrust, and sometimes hatred. It's so difficult to deal with all that at once because you're constantly being pulled in a new direction and there's no time to set a status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I need to take the best parts of my experiences and hold those close to me, and take the worst parts of them and throw those out. Sometimes it's just hard to let go of the bad feelings and embrace the good ones. As much as I say I don't WANT no drama, why do I find it so hard to let go of being angry and bitter and upset? I don't get it, I mean I had several people I really like and respect give me so much validation and positive reinforcement, and then a few people I don't much care for giving me shit. Aren't the several positive and accepting people supposed to mean more than the others? And yet it's those others that we dwell on the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TP8cEFk8HpI/AAAAAAAAB3s/2_f-KvoqZN0/s1600/you+are+a+victim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TP8cEFk8HpI/AAAAAAAAB3s/2_f-KvoqZN0/s320/you+are+a+victim.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one social worker lady I spoke to that has been great to me every time we've spoken told me something interesting. She told me that in order to develop the habit of thinking in more positive directions and not dwelling on the negative, that all I need to do is do it for 30 days. Anything that's repeated over 30 days on a daily basis becomes a habit. She said that I should have a rubber band around my wrist and when I'm thinking on the negative side to just give it a little snap. Nothing too painful, but just a little reminder that I need to change my train of thought. Since that day I've worn one around my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-7162882495065868669?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7162882495065868669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/redrum-explained-tldr-incoming.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7162882495065868669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7162882495065868669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/redrum-explained-tldr-incoming.html' title='Redrum Explained - TL;DR incoming'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TP8b9DI6U3I/AAAAAAAAB3o/V1LMx5Ow01s/s72-c/cunts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5359170613362519524</id><published>2010-12-02T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:12:38.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Redrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPiWo05VjeI/AAAAAAAAB3g/2bbqqqXNDfs/s1600/kill+everyone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPiWo05VjeI/AAAAAAAAB3g/2bbqqqXNDfs/s400/kill+everyone.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, maybe not EVERYONE. Not manz or his family.&amp;nbsp;Not you guys.&amp;nbsp;But almost everyone else.&amp;nbsp;I have had a very tumultuous week, lots of highs, lots of lows. I haven't cried yet (because fuck crying, seriously, that shit is weak) although I have been close, oddly for a few good things. But I am tired and hungry and on edge and overall feeling a little bit crazy, and for me, what that means is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPiXkF3ttVI/AAAAAAAAB3k/3wPc_OeHYJ4/s1600/1233440405-16135-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPiXkF3ttVI/AAAAAAAAB3k/3wPc_OeHYJ4/s400/1233440405-16135-0.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's right, Hulk smash. I'm still kind of processing and trying to make sense of it all because I've experienced and learned a lot of new things that were good, but also had some drama and things that were bad. Normally they'd even out and it'd be a wash, but because of the intensity of everything it's just made me feel a little smashy-smashy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Once I've figured out what I've learned I want to share it with you guys. Some of it is some serious "knock you off your status quo loving ass" type shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More to come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5359170613362519524?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5359170613362519524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/redrum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5359170613362519524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5359170613362519524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/12/redrum.html' title='Redrum'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPiWo05VjeI/AAAAAAAAB3g/2bbqqqXNDfs/s72-c/kill+everyone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8622845647052127108</id><published>2010-11-28T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:28:45.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><title type='text'>Gran Turismo 5: Copped. Initial Thoughts. (Edited to add photo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPKh6sVuBHI/AAAAAAAAB3U/aMQ0bdZ8PNc/s1600/Gran-Turismo-5-Logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPKh6sVuBHI/AAAAAAAAB3U/aMQ0bdZ8PNc/s320/Gran-Turismo-5-Logo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let me start this post by saying that I have been a fan of this series since it's inception, and I have been eagerly awaiting the release of this title for the last 5 years or so. I love cars, I love most types of racing, so I've been really excited to see what all the new release would bring to the table. I should also mention that manz has been "meh" on the release of GT5 because according to him, he's never really played a racing game that he liked. I told him he needed to wait and see. Especially since we've been together we've watched Initial D and I've shared my collection of Options dvds with him. So, y'know, after that little bit of car/racing education, he can now appreciate the awesomeness much better than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I should also mention I did NOT pick up the "Prologue" because fuck that. I wanted the whole game, not just some teaser to make me want the game more and be more pissed that it hasn't come out yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we got the game last Wednesday afternoon, came home, popped it into the PS3 and started it up. I had manz start the game because I wanted him to like the game and enjoy playing it. Well, Mr. "I don't really like racing games" has been playing it for several hours every day ever since. I mean, I went to bed one night and he was still playing for like 2 more hours. He loves it and thinks it's awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My opinion on the game? For fans of the series, this title won't disappoint, I assure you. For fans of the genre, you must cop this game NAO. There are just SO many cars, and the new release has such amazing graphics. For a lot of the race tracks that I recognize from watching video, the attention to detail is amazing. They got everything right. The cars themselves are also amazing, and as usual, there are a ton of foreign cars that I have never even heard of. (Sidenote: It pisses me off when I'm doing a rally race in my Evo 6 Tommy Makinen edition and I get my ass beat by some fuckhead in a Lancia. I mean, COME ON.) But still, they did a really amazing job with the game overall and I'm really glad I own it.&amp;nbsp;Probably one of the best things about this game though is the fact that they did a good job of representing all cars, domestic and foreign, and all types of racing.&amp;nbsp;I suggest buying this one, especially if you've got similar inclinations towards video games and cars like myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There aren't that many cons. I would say that I wish there were more rally tracks in the actual game as opposed to being special events, but that's just my own personal preference. Plus we're only at level 17 so who knows what else might be coming that I haven't seen. I also think that if you don't know a whole lot about how a car runs, some of the finer points of this game might be lost on you. Of course, you could always have Google at your disposal, and you'd learn a lot of shit, so it's kind of a moot point, but it's up to you if you want to struggle with figuring out how to make your car faster or if you don't mind looking shit up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna have to spend some time practicing on those rally tracks, though. I just barely got the hang of snow racing and I came in last on my first try at the tracks. That's a blow to my pride, you know. Oh, one last thing. The most hilarious thing about this game is that you will do the gamer lean while playing, and also if you're watching someone else play. You should see us in the living room when our roommate is racing, with manz and I leaning right and left like that's going to influence the race at all. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I never have put photos of myself on this blog, and if I ever thought about doing so, I always figured it would be a photo that I felt I looked actually GOOD in, however - manz took this photo of me (no makeup, I had barely brushed my hair, but hey, you can kinda see the blue in my bangs) the day we bought the game, and I think it conveys how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPNH7eshtJI/AAAAAAAAB3c/XiXJpjHrtFI/s1600/gt5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPNH7eshtJI/AAAAAAAAB3c/XiXJpjHrtFI/s320/gt5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yikes. I look pretty terrible. Be kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8622845647052127108?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8622845647052127108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/gran-turismo-5-copped-initial-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8622845647052127108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8622845647052127108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/gran-turismo-5-copped-initial-thoughts.html' title='Gran Turismo 5: Copped. Initial Thoughts. (Edited to add photo)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TPKh6sVuBHI/AAAAAAAAB3U/aMQ0bdZ8PNc/s72-c/Gran-Turismo-5-Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8522607870148057725</id><published>2010-11-25T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:55:14.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day! (And other random shit.)</title><content type='html'>Today I suppose we're supposed to think about all the things that we're thankful for. I used to think I didn't have a whole lot to be thankful for, considering the shitty start my life had and all. But as I get older I realize that the traditional things people are thankful for just need to be applied differently to me. And anyhow, since when have I ever been traditional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm first and foremost thankful for my stubborn streak and almost insane desire to win, because that's what led me to being manz wifey. I can't say I'm thankful for HIM exactly, especially considering he really fought me in the very beginning, and I didn't just "receive" him and our relationship, I had to work at that shit, god damnit. (Sidenote: I haven't blogged for the last few days because we finally took some time off for a mini-honeymoon and there was no fuckin' internet where we were at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm next thankful for my sometimes ridiculous way of questioning myself and my decisions, because that's what led me to the friends I have today. I used to honestly disqualify almost all women from being friend material. Well, for obvious reasons. I was stuck in this belief that if I was going to be friends with a girl that she HAD to be a girl like me and like the same things I do. Unfortunately I met a couple of girls "like me" but that didn't work out so well. (Read: the girl who said she liked video games ended up liking only the lame ones girls like, and the girl who said she liked comics was a HUGE Marvel fangirl and hated Batman. HATED Batman. Can you BELIEVE that shit? Who hates Batman, for fuck's sake?) But anyway, I realized maybe this was stupid, and so now&amp;nbsp;I'm glad for my friends because they've made life down here in SD infinitely more fun, and they've all helped me in a lot of different ways. I'm especially thankful for my friends today, especially Shellie, because she will be providing me and manz with the noms today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have some noms today, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random NFL thoughts: At Chilly being fired - AHAHAHAHAHA! At Vince Young being an emo kid and throwing a tantrum - Seriously? At Vince Young sending Jeff Fisher a text apologizing and Fisher not having it - AHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random politricks thoughts: Soooo &lt;a href="http://www.mediaite.com/uncategorized/sarah-palin-confuses-whos-on-our-side-in-northsouth-korea/"&gt;Sarah Palin has Kim Jong Il's back apparently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously? And people think this woman should be our President?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gran Turismo 5: Copped yesterday and we played for like 8 hours. This shit is awesome. Review to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8522607870148057725?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8522607870148057725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-turkey-day-and-other-random-shit.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8522607870148057725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8522607870148057725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-turkey-day-and-other-random-shit.html' title='Happy Turkey Day! (And other random shit.)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2587542689250358974</id><published>2010-11-19T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:29:13.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>TODAY WAS A TERRIBLE DAY! *sadface*</title><content type='html'>...But then it got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I finally had a huge fuck up at work. Pretty huge. Nobody got hurt, nobody lost their job, but I did fuck up and cause a lot of people a lot of heartache. Admittedly, it was an honest mistake, and made out of ignorance, but the finger of blame can be squarely pointed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I was confronted by one of the people who was directly affected by my fuck up, I was COMPLETELY overwhelmed. I started crying hysterically, you know, the kind where you can't even breathe or talk? That was me. And let me tell you, that is some feat. I never EVER cry. It's a very rare thing, and when it happens, it's usually because I'm so pissed off and have so much rage pent up inside me and I can't kill anyone, so I have a visceral reaction and I cry. This time was different. This was some serious gut wrenching bawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my boss who was really great about everything. I had told her about it yesterday but when it came to actually facing the people impacted? Damn. Shit was hard. She helped me out by doing her best to do some damage control and smooth things over. Manz came home early because when I called him and he heard me bawling, he asked to leave immediately because he knows I never cry like that. He asked me what I felt like doing tonight because I felt so fucked up, and I told him that I wanted to test drive the car I had been looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sidenote: My previous car was a lease, and manz had a Nissan Maxima he brought with him from Ohio, so when my lease was up, he got a Prius 'cause he drives to Irvine a lot and I started driving the Maxima. I hate that car. It's too big and it's ugly, and it's just NOT SPORTY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned that after Christmas I would have enough of a down payment for my new car, but I was feeling down so I figured I'd go check it out and see how it drove. The car in question is a Honda CR-X. It's been called the first sport hybrid, which is awesome for me because I love sports cars BUT I drive hundreds of miles a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOdpI18-RPI/AAAAAAAAB3M/VJrrhsL2YdQ/s1600/2011_honda_cr-z_actf34_fd_313103_717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOdpI18-RPI/AAAAAAAAB3M/VJrrhsL2YdQ/s400/2011_honda_cr-z_actf34_fd_313103_717.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOdpJjocgJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pUaJtZ_n7jc/s1600/honda-cr-z-sport-hybrid-coupe_3_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOdpJjocgJI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pUaJtZ_n7jc/s400/honda-cr-z-sport-hybrid-coupe_3_11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's what it looks like. So we went to the Honda dealer nearby and I marched right up to the first sales guy I saw and demanded to drive it. The manual transmission version, of course. So after waiting a bit, he pulled up, I hopped in, and took it for a spin. The car responded WAY better than I had thought it would. I expected a bit more response like the Prius engine,&amp;nbsp;(sluggish during acceleration and not much power), but this shit was so responsive, it had surprising torque and seemed like it had a fair bit of horsepower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I came back super excited about it but of course we had decided we'd be getting the car in a couple months, so I wasn't thinking about anything about the way it had driven and how much I liked it and how pleased I was with my choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3 hours later I was told that my credit was good, manz credit was awesome, and given an offer I couldn't refuse...and I accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Is this the ultimate kind of retail therapy or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2587542689250358974?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2587542689250358974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-terrible-day-sadface.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2587542689250358974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2587542689250358974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-was-terrible-day-sadface.html' title='TODAY WAS A TERRIBLE DAY! *sadface*'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOdpI18-RPI/AAAAAAAAB3M/VJrrhsL2YdQ/s72-c/2011_honda_cr-z_actf34_fd_313103_717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-964844349516916117</id><published>2010-11-17T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:27:58.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Fuck Ryan Reynolds.</title><content type='html'>Three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, the new GL trailer is out today and either it was cut really bad to make it look like a shitty movie (see: Scott Pilgrim) and it's secretly an awesome movie (see: Scott Pilgrim review here at a later date), or it's really just going to be a horrible movie. If you want to be supremely disappointed, then go google it or something, I am not posting that bullshit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I read an interview of his that he did several months ago, I don't remember where, but I remember one thing from it. He said that he definitely does NOT play video games of any kind, and that video games are really lame. His remarks following that implied something about the loser-ness of people who play video games. I could be exaggerating a little bit because I was super pissed about it, but I'm positive that he said he didn't play video games because they're lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, he comes home to THIS every day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS5IfqiC2I/AAAAAAAAB3I/_IDf7L8xwYA/s1600/PWktv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS5IfqiC2I/AAAAAAAAB3I/_IDf7L8xwYA/s640/PWktv.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, fuck that guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-964844349516916117?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/964844349516916117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-ryan-reynolds.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/964844349516916117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/964844349516916117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-ryan-reynolds.html' title='Fuck Ryan Reynolds.'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS5IfqiC2I/AAAAAAAAB3I/_IDf7L8xwYA/s72-c/PWktv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1864657695655609275</id><published>2010-11-17T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:22:45.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulz'/><title type='text'>For Teh Lulz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...Isn't that why we do anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I thought I posted these a while back for some reason, but then I went looking through my archives and couldn't find a post with these in it...so here they are. Just some shit that made me laugh my ass off for whatever reason. (Which I will explain.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2vBckq0I/AAAAAAAAB28/Y9PLIr4PAD4/s1600/OP2pk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2vBckq0I/AAAAAAAAB28/Y9PLIr4PAD4/s400/OP2pk.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno if you can tell, but the license plate on this Tesla roadster says "LOL OIL." I thought that was the most awesome shit ever. Because seriously, the person who owns this car has to be some nerd that got super rich doing some nerdy thing that lives in LA and can spend 100k on a car. Oh, and I guess they'd kinda have to be a hippy too, to have invested that much in an electric car. (Even if it is a sports car.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2wkSBrbI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Jj3JHk0JWAw/s1600/tumblr_l5t68eZsjP1qc29weo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2wkSBrbI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Jj3JHk0JWAw/s400/tumblr_l5t68eZsjP1qc29weo1_400.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;C'mon, you can't tell me that isn't funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2wPlnk0I/AAAAAAAAB3A/njAvJxCyYME/s1600/penisk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2wPlnk0I/AAAAAAAAB3A/njAvJxCyYME/s400/penisk.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is why I'm like secretly 13 years old. Because this shit made me LAUGH MY ASS OFF the first 12 times I looked at it. Even now I'm grinning because it's so hysterical to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-1864657695655609275?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1864657695655609275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-teh-lulz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1864657695655609275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1864657695655609275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-teh-lulz.html' title='For Teh Lulz'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TOS2vBckq0I/AAAAAAAAB28/Y9PLIr4PAD4/s72-c/OP2pk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1722204963868440049</id><published>2010-11-13T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:05:59.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artfaggotry'/><title type='text'>Viva La Revolucion!</title><content type='html'>Although I totally don't regret moving to San Diego from LA, there are certain things I miss, being somewhat of an artfag and all. The arts scene is obviously a lot bigger there than in SD, so there are a lot of things I miss out on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found out earlier this week that there was an art exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art that was featuring street art, with like 20 different artists, one of them being Banksy. As you all know, I'm a very indoorsy type of girl, but I had to go see this, so we went today.&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rcmTgJRI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/obg8Kk0k5Yo/s1600/invader+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rcmTgJRI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/obg8Kk0k5Yo/s400/invader+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This Invader piece was just outside the building. Some of the exhibit wasn't actually in the building but around San Diego, on certain walls in the city. I thought that was pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rdY5PrgI/AAAAAAAAB2U/dib-BqBsjs8/s1600/invader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rdY5PrgI/AAAAAAAAB2U/dib-BqBsjs8/s400/invader.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This segment was really cool. Basically Invader decided to design an invader piece that would be seen from above by using the streets of San Diego. It ended up being eleven blocks wide and seven blocks tall. They showed a sped up video of him doing the walk (I think he had stuff on his shoes?) and then what it looked like in an aerial view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8reQJD59I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6VgtvFpQ6k4/s1600/obey_basquiat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8reQJD59I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/6VgtvFpQ6k4/s400/obey_basquiat.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first piece of Shepard Fairey's that we saw, a portrait of Jean-Michel Basquiat. I personally am not a fan, but I can see why street artists pay homage to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rfQkALOI/AAAAAAAAB2c/d_TlhSgnLps/s1600/obey_haring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rfQkALOI/AAAAAAAAB2c/d_TlhSgnLps/s400/obey_haring.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second Shepard Fairey piece of Keith Haring. I like his work a little better than Basquiat's, perhaps because of the more overt activist themes and social commentary? I don't know. It's a damn good portrait of him, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rl0-LZoI/AAAAAAAAB2k/YS6T2ceo5rQ/s1600/vhils.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rl0-LZoI/AAAAAAAAB2k/YS6T2ceo5rQ/s400/vhils.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rnDyxXKI/AAAAAAAAB2o/UYlRrlk-v4E/s1600/vhils1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rnDyxXKI/AAAAAAAAB2o/UYlRrlk-v4E/s400/vhils1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This piece was fucking cool. To make a sculpture out of all, just by chipping out plaster and paint? It's creative and it's very well done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5340493256e0dca" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5340493256e0dca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F3092528FCA9C2E836A015339E988FC9393003.7F6246D0711D13BA92BF6CF701107997BD729FAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5340493256e0dca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXQnxvfmCJmnZF0oWCMLeHxSzOis&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5340493256e0dca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331629901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10F3092528FCA9C2E836A015339E988FC9393003.7F6246D0711D13BA92BF6CF701107997BD729FAA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5340493256e0dca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXQnxvfmCJmnZF0oWCMLeHxSzOis&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This piece was done by David Ellis. It's crazy, I was in the first room with Shepard Fairey's stuff and I kept hearing different beats in the other room and couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Then I realized the beats were coming from this trash can. It's all made of trash and the noises are just percussion from objects hitting each other, but I still thought it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Apparently when you don't work on the weekends you actually have time to go and do cool shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-1722204963868440049?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1722204963868440049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/viva-la-revolucion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1722204963868440049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1722204963868440049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/viva-la-revolucion.html' title='Viva La Revolucion!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TN8rcmTgJRI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/obg8Kk0k5Yo/s72-c/invader+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-770267716090847187</id><published>2010-11-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T17:03:57.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations With...'/><title type='text'>Conversations With...</title><content type='html'>Haven't done one of these in a while, but then most of my&amp;nbsp;conversations lately have been more on the frustrating and intense side&amp;nbsp;as opposed to funny.&amp;nbsp;This one is more of a conversation about a conversation but it did make me LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Something funny happened at work today. (Sidenote: He works in&amp;nbsp;IT at the Helpdesk doing higher level support.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Manz: Yeah, I was talking to these two chicks at work and one of them&amp;nbsp;made a comment that was super homoerotic and she didn't realize it,&amp;nbsp;and I said "pause" and they both looked at me. Then they asked me why&amp;nbsp;I said that, so I told them it was like "no homo" and one of them says&amp;nbsp;to me, "OMG seriously? Comic Con IT guy knows about that?" I was like&amp;nbsp;"Yeah, and?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: You didn't tell her how you knew?&lt;br /&gt;Manz: What, that I know 'cause my wife is ghetto? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which is more funny. The story or his last comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-770267716090847187?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/770267716090847187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/conversations-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/770267716090847187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/770267716090847187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/conversations-with.html' title='Conversations With...'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2668876474896397521</id><published>2010-11-11T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:32:05.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>HAVE FUN IN THE BASEMENT! (NFL Musings, Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Oh, one other thing I wanted to mention was that I love the parity in the league this year. So many surprises and things you never would have expected happening. It's something that makes the game a lot more enjoyable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moving onto the rest of the teams and my opinions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NFC TEAMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dallas Cowboys: &lt;/i&gt;AHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! Cowboys fans are always such arrogant assholes for some reason. I almost always hate someone who turns out to be a Cowboys fan for some reason. They're different from Raiders fans because Raiders fans are just crazy period. So I kind of have this pretty mean spirited joy at their complete collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New York Giants: &lt;/i&gt;I'm sorry iamnotstrange, but I really just think Eli Manning is just...a little slow. I mean, seriously. I know they're your team, but I can admit that Philip Rivers looks like a douche. On top of that the shit Eli pulled with my team was ridiculous. Still, Ahmad Bradshaw's on our fantasy team, so I'm glad they're doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philadelphia Eagles: &lt;/i&gt;GOOOO MIKE VICK! He's our starting QB so this motherfucker better learn to slide next time the shit hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Washington Redskins: &lt;/i&gt;I feel really, really, bad for Donovan McNabb. I mean, I think he's just gotten a raw deal wherever he goes and it's really fucked up. I think he's a very good QB but it's sad that he has such bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Detroit Lions: &lt;/i&gt;People have talked mad shit about the Lions for years, but I think they're finally getting somewhere. However because of fantasy football I hope that Calvin Johnson puts up some numbers this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green Bay Packers: &lt;/i&gt;I just recently read an interview with him in ESPN magazine and I was pleasantly surprised at how cool Aaron Rodgers is. What I was not amused about were his extremely dubious choices in types of facial hair that he's made throughout the years. (That didn't come up in the interview, but manz showed me pictures and I admit, I was a little horrified.) Despite his poor taste in beards and mustaches, I'm glad he did so well against Brett Favre. Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minnesota Vikings: &lt;/i&gt;AHAHAHAHA! Brett Favre is a bitch, and he should have known better than to come back this year. Now he's all fucked up and has no one to blame but himself. Fuck that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Orleans Saints:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perfect example of parity this year. Last year's Super Bowl champs, and this year they are not looking so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;St. Louis Rams: &lt;/i&gt;Another example of parity this year. Who knew they'd be 4-4 by this time? They're looking pretty good and the combination of Sam Bradford and Steven Jackson was interesting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seattle Seahawks: &lt;/i&gt;My Samoan cousin Pago has to be pretty happy at the way his 'Hawks are doing this year, I mean...they've got a better win/loss ratio than my Chargers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. After I wrote most of this post, I came across this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profootballtalk.nbcsports.com/2010/11/11/vick-says-he-doesnt-know-how-to-slide/"&gt;Mike Vick - No Sliding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't learn to slide and gets nailed, you'll hear my screams of anguish all the way out to wherever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2668876474896397521?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2668876474896397521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-fun-in-basement-nfl-musings-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2668876474896397521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2668876474896397521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-fun-in-basement-nfl-musings-part-2.html' title='HAVE FUN IN THE BASEMENT! (NFL Musings, Part 2)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-9013280858795895105</id><published>2010-11-11T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:54:21.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>SITTING ON LUCKY COUCH! (NFL Musings Part 1)</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I think that commercial is hilarious. HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there's been so much going on in the NFL that I've been thinking about or musing on, which I wanted to share. As you all know I'm kind of a football noob. Although, I've been told that I know more about football than almost any girl (which isn't saying much) and also more than a lot of guys, I still consider myself a noob. I think it's 'cause I'm comparing my knowledge with manz' knowledge of football. There is so much football lore and knowledge stored in his brain it's just crazy.&amp;nbsp;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPORTS TALK RADIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty awesome. I've been listening to a lot of it these days, and I kind of go back and forth from NPR to the local Fox Sports radio. I know, I know...it's FOX and I would never support them otherwise, but I like their radio station better than ESPN radio. A lot of people say that sports talk radio is just all about dudes yelling, but I think that shit is funny, personally. A few thoughts about hosts though - as much as I support my minority people, I cannot get behind Steven A. Smith on his show. I have listened to him on other venues and liked him, but I intensely dislike him when he's on his own show for some reason. He's just...too much. I can't explain it. Also, I really, really, REALLY hate Jim Rome. A lot. I don't know why people seem to like him so much, but he's basically an arrogant fuckhead who thinks he's the shit for some reason. I hate how he just replays sound bites a million times and focuses on one story or on one bit for an hour or more. Who likes that shit? Seriously? Sometimes I think it'd be cool to do sports talk radio myself, but then I consider the fact that I don't like any other sport very much other than football right now, so I guess that'd be a bit difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFC TEAMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not going on some lengthy breakdown of each team, just talking about stuff from teams where I have an interest. Plus I don't know enough about each time in the league in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Buffalo Bills:&lt;/i&gt; Poor guys. I think they must be the best worst team in football, but manz disagrees. I think he thinks they just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New England Patriots:&lt;/i&gt; I half watched their last game against the Browns for obvious reasons, and I have to say the look on Tom Brady's face for most of the game was awesome. I LMAO'ed a lot every time I looked over to manz's computer screen. I do like the fact that when he was interviewed after the game he said that they were beat fair and square and that the Browns were the better team. People don't usually say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;New York Jets:&lt;/i&gt; Why is Darrelle Revis such an ass? I mean, I know he's good, really good, but come on. COME ON! (/Gob) Also, is it lame that after listening to an interview of his I thought it was cute that Rex Ryan and his brother are so tight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baltimore Ravens:&lt;/i&gt; I'm only mentioning this because I know E-Rich and Millionaire Malcolm are B-more fans. But...OT with Buffalo? REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cincinnati Bengals:&lt;/i&gt; Am I the only one who's been gleefully waiting the impending implosion of the Bengals due to Ochocinco and T.O.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cleveland Browns:&lt;/i&gt; I know you guys probably haven't watched their games, but you should check out the highlights. Their trick plays that they've been pulling for the last few games have been a sight that any fan of the game should watch. It's been really awesome. I hope Colt McCoy pans out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Houston Texans:&lt;/i&gt; The thing I hate about fantasy football is that you have so many conflicting feelings about things. I mean, Arian Foster is on our fantasy team, and so when he dropped that TD I was like OMG HO NOES but at the same time I was like FUCK YEAH DUMMY! Also, I had no idea they were actually such a good team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tennessee Titans:&lt;/i&gt; I wonder how Randy Moss is going to fit in with them. People say it will be good for Chris Johnson, but I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kansas City Chiefs:&lt;/i&gt; Dude, Ever, you have GOT to be deliriously happy right now. I mean, who the fuck knew that your team was going to blow up this season? I mean...that shit is crazy. I bet you didn't even know this shit would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oakland Raiders:&lt;/i&gt; Seven years. SEVEN YEARS since my Chargers have lost to them. That game made me feel ill. The ironic thing about the Raiders from a personal standpoint is: there's a woman I have to work with that hates my guts and is a total bitch. She hates me because I replaced her previous rep who she was BFFs with, although it wasn't my choice and she knows it, but she still hates me. I've been dealing with her ass for 6 months, and last week I found out that she is a Raiders fan. A BLACK HOLE Raiders fan. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;San Diego Chargers:&lt;/i&gt; (/facepalm) I can't even begin to go into the many things I've said and thought about my team the last few weeks. But to sum up: fire the Special Teams coach already! Philip Rivers can't do it all by himself, guys! Antonio Gates is the man. I'm excited about Ryan Mathews. WTF Mike Tolbert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that this is going to be a long ass post so I'm gonna need to break it up into two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-9013280858795895105?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/9013280858795895105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/sitting-on-lucky-couch-nfl-musings-part.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/9013280858795895105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/9013280858795895105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/sitting-on-lucky-couch-nfl-musings-part.html' title='SITTING ON LUCKY COUCH! (NFL Musings Part 1)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6202536899273492918</id><published>2010-11-10T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T23:20:28.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Fuck Yeah, Purple. (Blue Inc!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNuXPvWA_oI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mnWRaFxHWHg/s1600/I3S1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNuXPvWA_oI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mnWRaFxHWHg/s400/I3S1c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So my hair has been purple for about 5 months now. And no, I didn't roll with the last cell in this comic, I just saved the leftover for my next dye job. Also, my whole head isn't purple, it's just got purple streaks all over. I'm going blue on Friday. A darker blue. Do you know why I decided to go with a darker blue? Because when I was considering what color to do next, and I was standing in the beauty supply store, one of the girls who worked there said this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Her: "Oh, you want to go with blue next? You should do a darker blue, that would go really well with your dark hair. You know what you'd look like? You'd look like...a superhero! Like a cool comic book character or something!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And no, I wasn't wearing one of my MANY nerd shirts, it was the middle of the day and I was wearing my business clothes. So how the fuck did she know she had to say that to get a sale? It can't be because I'm Asian. Asian chicks aren't known for liking comics, exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so ashamed after this in a weird way that I had to get some dude cred as well and tell people that I also am representing the Chargers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;GO BOLTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Speaking of which, I do have quite a bit to say about my latest ideas on the NFL and sports in general. That's what's up for tomorrow.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6202536899273492918?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6202536899273492918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-yeah-purple-blue-inc.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6202536899273492918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6202536899273492918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-yeah-purple-blue-inc.html' title='Fuck Yeah, Purple. (Blue Inc!)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNuXPvWA_oI/AAAAAAAAB2M/mnWRaFxHWHg/s72-c/I3S1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8813802878240525227</id><published>2010-11-07T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:14:37.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>WTF IS GOING ON UP IN HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNdp8-H_0PI/AAAAAAAAB2I/EUt1j9gm6PA/s1600/fuck+summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNdp8-H_0PI/AAAAAAAAB2I/EUt1j9gm6PA/s400/fuck+summer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All those crazy retards who say that there's no such thing as global warming should spend some time in San Diego these days. Seriously? 100 degrees last week? Fuck that bullshit. IT'S NOVEMBER FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I want it to cool down already, 'cause yeah, I am ready for hoodies and cold nights, and also because I'm ready for the rest of fall/winter clothing. A girl like myself with a transitioning body shape (I'm losing weight right now, thankfully) does not feel comfortable having to wear less clothing rather than more, especially when I have to dress "businesslike" every day, and especially when things aren't fitting quite right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bitch bitch bitch. Grumble grumble grumble. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8813802878240525227?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8813802878240525227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/wtf-is-going-on-up-in-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8813802878240525227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8813802878240525227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/wtf-is-going-on-up-in-here.html' title='WTF IS GOING ON UP IN HERE'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNdp8-H_0PI/AAAAAAAAB2I/EUt1j9gm6PA/s72-c/fuck+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2179462175706662884</id><published>2010-11-07T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:19:48.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Courage Wolf Says:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNZOddkCshI/AAAAAAAAB2E/gK3pcton4SQ/s1600/STOP-WHINING-MAN-UP-AND-DO-IT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNZOddkCshI/AAAAAAAAB2E/gK3pcton4SQ/s320/STOP-WHINING-MAN-UP-AND-DO-IT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I've been whining and bitching about how much I hate Facebook, and so I'm sitting there at my desk last night, staring at Facebook all up on my computer screen, and thinking, "God, I hate this. SO MUCH." So I finally decided to just listen to Courage Wolf, and man up. So like I dropped Twitter over a year ago now, I'm dropping Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two reasons for me doing so. One, because I'm sorry, but most of my friends seem to do one or more of the things that The Oatmeal has listed on his &lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/facebook_suck"&gt;"How to Suck at Facebook"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;comic. The second is because before I got back into Facebook about a year ago, right after I stopped using Twitter, I was posting very regularly here. After a little while I started posting stuff I would ordinarily post here on Facebook, and that was the beginning of the end. On top of that I was so scared of any of my in-laws finding this blog that I began to censor myself so much that it just didn't seem worth it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I come back to the beginning. I'm going to bring this blog back to where I wanted it to be, basically a place where I could talk about anything and say anything and not have to wonder who was going to read it and possibly judge me negatively for it. (Besides, I'm married now so my inlaws are stuck with me. HA ha! /Nelson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have liked what you've read so far, there's more to come. I'll most likely be posting a lot more regularly, sometimes maybe more than once a day. I'm going to be more open as to who and what I am since this is the very place to do it. This blog was supposed to be my stream of consciousness, a view of the M.C. Escher drawing (nerd alert!) that is known as my mental processes. So that's what you're gonna get. As Pago once said, his impression of this blog was that I must pound a case of Red Bull for breakfast. He said it was intense in a good way. Manz (aka my husband) says I'm just passionate. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2179462175706662884?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2179462175706662884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/courage-wolf-says.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2179462175706662884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2179462175706662884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/courage-wolf-says.html' title='Courage Wolf Says:'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNZOddkCshI/AAAAAAAAB2E/gK3pcton4SQ/s72-c/STOP-WHINING-MAN-UP-AND-DO-IT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6526671480353124039</id><published>2010-11-05T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:39:56.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Natural Booty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...And today's theme is pictures of ass that I found visually striking in some way. I know I've been lame and not doing one of these for a while, but now that election season is over, I'll have more time to peruse the internets and be pervy and then share said pervy-ness with the three of you that read this blog consistently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG8Up6v-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/95TFbEZHoQU/s1600/apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG8Up6v-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/95TFbEZHoQU/s1600/apple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a fan of Apple products, as well as a supporter of Steve Jobs' eccentricities (read: a-holeness) this picture is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG8mZWVuI/AAAAAAAAB1E/xKe1LH8e6Ds/s1600/asian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG8mZWVuI/AAAAAAAAB1E/xKe1LH8e6Ds/s1600/asian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Up until this photo I have only seen very few full blooded Asian girls that had some serious junk in the trunk, and one of them is/was yours truly. Even in my time in the business, most of the "thick" Asian girls were mixed, or else they had meat on their bones but a flat ass. One of the main reasons I'm never really attracted to full blooded Asian girls is because they don't have much ass, but LORDY this girl is right up my alley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG9DPmApI/AAAAAAAAB1I/g918otiu11Q/s1600/cheesecake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG9DPmApI/AAAAAAAAB1I/g918otiu11Q/s1600/cheesecake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I do so love old school fashion like this. I also love it that back in the day healthier women were more appreciated. I can DEFINITELY appreciate this PHAWG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG9ic1uFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/XOOLDS3_I2M/s1600/dancer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG9ic1uFI/AAAAAAAAB1M/XOOLDS3_I2M/s1600/dancer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Guys, at some point in your life, you need to hook up with a dancer. I've *cough* heard *cough* that it's pretty much the shit. Plus, dancers have amazing bodies.&lt;/div&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG9_1xK-I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/fXWAFgISE1U/s1600/honey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG9_1xK-I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/fXWAFgISE1U/s1600/honey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I first saw this photo these were my reactions in chronological order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First reaction: ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3 seconds later: Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 second later: !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 second later: Mmm, honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6526671480353124039?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6526671480353124039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/natural-booty.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6526671480353124039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6526671480353124039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/natural-booty.html' title='Natural Booty'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TNOG8Up6v-I/AAAAAAAAB1A/95TFbEZHoQU/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3164304818883120323</id><published>2010-11-01T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:54:06.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Some Inspiration for Election Day</title><content type='html'>Just a few things I've found that really moved me/resonated for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LJdoKgFI/AAAAAAAAB00/ui4lSD6npes/s1600/alive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LJdoKgFI/AAAAAAAAB00/ui4lSD6npes/s400/alive.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LKB5riBI/AAAAAAAAB04/-QSFQvO5SLY/s1600/decision.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LKB5riBI/AAAAAAAAB04/-QSFQvO5SLY/s400/decision.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LKsDIbII/AAAAAAAAB08/C8nu_w9RLrg/s1600/sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LKsDIbII/AAAAAAAAB08/C8nu_w9RLrg/s400/sign.jpg" width="400" /&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/9005486298483902650-3164304818883120323?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3164304818883120323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-inspiration-for-election-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3164304818883120323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3164304818883120323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-inspiration-for-election-day.html' title='Some Inspiration for Election Day'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM-LJdoKgFI/AAAAAAAAB00/ui4lSD6npes/s72-c/alive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8354028562314858102</id><published>2010-10-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:54:05.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>I am so tired. So so so tired. Dear Buttons, please give me the strength to make it to Election Day. All the 50-60 hour weeks are really beginning to take a very serious toll on me. I'm not sure I have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bunch of shit I've seen/heard lately that has amused me, although I wonder how funny it really is since these days I see everything through the lens of fatigue. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day manz and I were talking to our roommate about movies (he's a hardcore movie nerd, his movie nerddom far outpaces any movie nerd I've ever known except for one.) and we were trying to figure out the answer to something and we ended up IMDB-ing Guy Ritchie. As it turns out he's working on something called Excalibur. I facepalmed and asked the sky if it could please please please not be a corny take on Arthurian legend because I think we've had just about enough of those, thank you very much. Manz and the roommate decided on who the casting should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Excalibur's cast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Brad Pitt as Arthur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Jason Statham as Lancelot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Angelina Jolie as Guinivere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Vinnie Jones as Merlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Gerard Butler as Lancelot's squire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Madonna as Morgana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had me dying, just picturing the lineup. I know Guy Ritchie wouldn't be quite THAT ridiculous...would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo I found very disturbing for some reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM4crhSCwAI/AAAAAAAAB0s/psyPAiW9T10/s1600/hanging+bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM4crhSCwAI/AAAAAAAAB0s/psyPAiW9T10/s320/hanging+bear.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A friend had it on his FB page and the caption was: "My sister doesn't like teddy bears." I found out later that thankfully his sister is a teenager. It's still disturbing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now this next thing had me DYING. Just DYING. I saw it on Reddit, and the caption was just: "I bet you've raged about at least ONE of these things before." I think almost ALL of them have made me rage and want to break things, but there were a few that I never came across. I haven't played Spyro or Elder Scrolls or Prince of Persia. I do remember my first gamer rage moment when I was 10 )after we had FINALLY gotten NES after everyone on the block had had it forever before we did). I know you all know it and remember it yourselves: "Thank you Mario! But our princess is in another castle!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM4ctl62RRI/AAAAAAAAB0w/bjnPwMHvSBY/s1600/p1NRo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM4ctl62RRI/AAAAAAAAB0w/bjnPwMHvSBY/s400/p1NRo.jpg" width="400" /&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/9005486298483902650-8354028562314858102?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8354028562314858102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-musings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8354028562314858102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8354028562314858102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TM4crhSCwAI/AAAAAAAAB0s/psyPAiW9T10/s72-c/hanging+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1221448324728371128</id><published>2010-10-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:59:24.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolutionary Insurgence'/><title type='text'>I'm Such A Fucking Liberal Hippie Tree Hugging Communist Socialist Fag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;...Or at least that's what they tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;WARNING: ANGRY TL;DR rant ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know you've already seen me talk about making sure to go out and vote during these midterm elections, but seriously, I need to break it down here as to why I'm pissed about these elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;First of all one of the reasons why I love working for a labor union is because it's an organization that has ideals that are similar to mine. Yes, I'm a fairly progressive liberal on most things, and sometimes even a little too crazy for some progressives. There are a few things that I'm not liberal on, and that's kind of typical of the way I am. I'm usually always in the middle of everything, just swinging back and forth from one end to another - mostly because I like to think I'm self-reflective and able to listen to people who might have opinions completely different than mine because I might learn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyhow. So yeah, I do support things like, oh, I don't know, civil rights for everyone, and hey, guess what, the poor and needy aren't invisible to me, and I believe crazy shit like the rich don't need to be richer while the rest of us get poorer. Are you with me? Or have you decided I'm an anarchist yet? So basically Meg Whitman can suck my non-existent left nut, because seriously, she doesn't give a shit about real people, she cares about power, and her own interests, and giving her friends the homie hookup. Seriously? 401ks for all public employees? For what? Just to put money in the pockets of people on Wall Street. Fuck that. And fuck Arnold Schwarzenegger. Releasing a state budget that does nothing but make cuts to education, programs that help special needs and mentally ill children as well as cutting out programs the counties provide that employ thousands of people? Fuck him. This is not to say that Jerry Brown is going to be better or that I like him or that people should vote for him, but for fuck's sake people, don't vote for Meg Whitman. I'm probably going to write my own name in and check that off. Yes, you really can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Moving on down to local politics. Now I come to the County Board of Supervisors. They're elected officials, and in SD County our Board makes all the decisions for all the county employees. They vote on their contract (that determines their working conditions and wages), they decide whether or not to privatize, whether or not to layoff people or find other ways to resolve their budget. Typically the current Board has done nothing but pass the cuts on the budget from the state on, so despite the fact that they have money that could help resolve the cuts, they just vote for layoffs. Here's where I get to shit that really pisses me off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;If you know this as a county employee, and you know that our current Governor released a budget that will probably mean the end of your job, but you knew that you could vote out some of the current Board members on Election Day...then WHY WOULD YOU NOT GO VOTE? It is so infuriating to me that people actually DO NOT care. I am so tired of hearing people say "I'm just glad I have a job." Never before have 7 words pissed me off so much. In local elections your vote matters SO MUCH more than in the national elections. Every vote really does count. And if you knew you could do something to influence something like, say, your job or your wages, why would you NOT do it? So much of my job these days is trying to make people care about shit that they SHOULD care about but they don't. That's so disappointing sometimes because people are just so beat down these days, and they just take it. They don't rise up and get angry, they're just depressed. Malcolm X said a couple of things that I feel fit this situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;For fuck's sake, people...get MAD! Get angry! If you hate the fact that your wages suck and that your working conditions are awful, well fucking DO something about them then! Don't sit on your ass and wait for someone else to do it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;That's what I've wanted to say to the people I represent. And to the rest of you, if you're mad about shit you see, if you don't like the way things are going, well then by God (or whoever you believe in) you have the power to go and do something about it. SO DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-1221448324728371128?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1221448324728371128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-such-fucking-liberal-hippie-tree.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1221448324728371128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1221448324728371128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-such-fucking-liberal-hippie-tree.html' title='I&apos;m Such A Fucking Liberal Hippie Tree Hugging Communist Socialist Fag'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5218304319532527368</id><published>2010-10-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:42:15.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Lesbians Should Be Biologically Allowed to Have Children. Yes, really.</title><content type='html'>You know what made me think of this shit? Love. Yeah, that's right, love. 'Cause my new husband really loves me, and I have proof of this from the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Natalie Portman and Scarlett Johannson were lesbians. I'll give you a few moments to think about that or fap to it, whichever. In case you've forgotten what they look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scarlett Johannson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8jlG7SeI/AAAAAAAAB0g/lVV8ELePorc/s1600/1053-wa.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8jlG7SeI/AAAAAAAAB0g/lVV8ELePorc/s320/1053-wa.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8j_luXeI/AAAAAAAAB0k/383OZNDacJQ/s1600/1749-wa.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8j_luXeI/AAAAAAAAB0k/383OZNDacJQ/s320/1749-wa.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, so they have sex and one of them gets pregnant and they produce a daughter. Now fast forward twenty years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8_EyOvMI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_OG8qvHL8lI/s1600/2874-wa.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8_EyOvMI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_OG8qvHL8lI/s320/2874-wa.jpeg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry guys. This is the kind of shit you get that comes out of my brain when I'm tired and/or sick. At the moment it's both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5218304319532527368?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5218304319532527368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesbians-should-be-biologically-allowed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5218304319532527368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5218304319532527368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/lesbians-should-be-biologically-allowed.html' title='Lesbians Should Be Biologically Allowed to Have Children. Yes, really.'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI8jlG7SeI/AAAAAAAAB0g/lVV8ELePorc/s72-c/1053-wa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3709225042624018658</id><published>2010-10-22T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:35:33.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artfaggotry'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts On the Banksy Movie: THAT SHIT WAS AWESOME YOU GO WATCH IT NAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI7fprSdUI/AAAAAAAAB0U/44g-FlHX1dk/s1600/banksythumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI7fprSdUI/AAAAAAAAB0U/44g-FlHX1dk/s1600/banksythumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;no, srsly, go watch it nao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3709225042624018658?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3709225042624018658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-thoughts-on-banksy-movie-that-shit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3709225042624018658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3709225042624018658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-thoughts-on-banksy-movie-that-shit.html' title='My Thoughts On the Banksy Movie: THAT SHIT WAS AWESOME YOU GO WATCH IT NAO'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TMI7fprSdUI/AAAAAAAAB0U/44g-FlHX1dk/s72-c/banksythumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4823065805023884883</id><published>2010-10-17T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:56:47.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolutionary Insurgence'/><title type='text'>Politricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, remember that time like practically a couple years ago when there were these redneck fucktards calling themselves members of the Tea Party that &amp;nbsp;actually decided to take Faux News a step further and bring a whole new meaning to neo-conservative? Remember how we laughed at those racist, close minded ignorant sons of motherless goats and said they'd get nowhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HA HA HA! Ha! Ha! Ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You know, back when the Tea Party movement started, sure, I laughed. But my laughter was tinged with a hint of desperation, because although I have little to no faith in humanity, although I know firsthand what the middle of the country thinks like, I thought that SURELY such racist, ignorant, hateful ideology SURELY couldn't be that pervasive, could it? Could it?&amp;nbsp;It could. And it is. And the Democrats becoming more desperate and scared and with their balls shrinking by the day, this movement is starting to really scare me. All my threats of needing to move in 2012 if Sarah Palin (or someone else of her ilk) actually became a legitimate contender for the Presidency or other high powered office are suddenly looming closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jan Brewer in Arizona? Carly Fiorina in CALIFORNIA? Sharron Angle in Nevada? Christine O'Donnell in Delaware? This shit is scary, people. Please, please, PLEASE. If you're not registered to vote, please do so. If you are registered to vote, please for the love of sanity please go out and vote on November 2nd. Do some research on candidates in your area, the city councilmen, the county supervisors, because those people make a huge difference where we work and live, too. If you want something to change and are pissed about how things are in your area, then use your power and go vote. Your vote means SO much more in local elections than you might be aware of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TLtgdtAR4DI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/lM5YGdJBDN8/s1600/the-tea-parties-constitution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TLtgdtAR4DI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/lM5YGdJBDN8/s1600/the-tea-parties-constitution.jpg" /&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/9005486298483902650-4823065805023884883?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4823065805023884883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/politricks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4823065805023884883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4823065805023884883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/politricks.html' title='Politricks'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TLtgdtAR4DI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/lM5YGdJBDN8/s72-c/the-tea-parties-constitution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4919766380929998576</id><published>2010-10-13T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:57:03.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I like big butts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I cannot lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TLZ-g_acRFI/AAAAAAAAB0M/RsGRiub5Ejw/s1600/tumblr_l638grtqCQ1qcu6sso1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TLZ-g_acRFI/AAAAAAAAB0M/RsGRiub5Ejw/s1600/tumblr_l638grtqCQ1qcu6sso1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love that Nike went with this ad with the misspelling and everything. Because it's fucking awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4919766380929998576?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4919766380929998576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-big-butts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4919766380929998576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4919766380929998576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-big-butts.html' title='I like big butts...'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TLZ-g_acRFI/AAAAAAAAB0M/RsGRiub5Ejw/s72-c/tumblr_l638grtqCQ1qcu6sso1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2899780619255553824</id><published>2010-10-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:51:09.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artfaggotry'/><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses. And artfaggotry!</title><content type='html'>So as I've said before I've been pretty fucking swamped at work. It's been pretty consistent with around 60 hours a week, working 6 days a week. Painful as fuck because I don't think I've ever worked this much in my life. I will say though, that I STILL love my job, which I have never been able to say after working 6 months at a place - usually I know I hate it by the time 5 or 6 months rolls around. The one thing that sucks is that I haven't gone out to do much of anything because I work on the weekend. I don't go out Friday nights because I work Saturdays fairly early. Well, I did that once around my birthday and that shit was SUPER UGLY. (No Dr. Dre) And what's the point of going out on Saturdays because I worked that day and usually am tired as fuck by Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has really cramped my internet nerd lifestyle as well as my postings on this blog. I've barely played much of the new Madden, mostly because I've been watching SO MANY football games or as much as I can during my short times of respite in between my working hours. Stupid fantasy football! *shakes fist at creators of fantasy football*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that after elections are over next month I'll be able to take my life back again and restart the rewrite of my thesis. I've actually have a long TL;DR post on my netbook I need to transfer over to my laptop, it's one of my old school ones where I went on long semi-educated rants about shit that pissed me off on a more philosophical level. I think maybe only Pago and Dart Adams remember those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, enough of the excuses. I'm going to try to step up my game here on this blog, 'cause I've got tons of pron to share and a lot of shit I need to talk to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something EVERYONE must check out if you know of the great Banksy. He did this intro for The Simpsons that is just fucking awesome. None of the cleaner versions had embedding, but if you want to see a cleaner one just check You Tube. (Oh, I also have some discussion to post about his movie as well...but I'll get to that later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AA8gEokOhU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/2AA8gEokOhU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/9005486298483902650-2899780619255553824?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2899780619255553824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/excuses-excuses-and-artfaggotry.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2899780619255553824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2899780619255553824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/10/excuses-excuses-and-artfaggotry.html' title='Excuses, Excuses. And artfaggotry!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8117544856927584658</id><published>2010-09-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:56:32.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='^5s'/><title type='text'>^5s: TV Theme Songs</title><content type='html'>When I was listening to the radio the other morning they were talking about the best TV show theme songs of all time, and while I agreed with a lot of them, I also thought that perhaps because I haven't really watched TV actively for a while that anything I'd pick would be old school from when I was little. So I thought about it for a while and came up with a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The A-Team&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNbyvRBYI/AAAAAAAABzw/coViJROQzEI/s1600/the-a-team-photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNbyvRBYI/AAAAAAAABzw/coViJROQzEI/s320/the-a-team-photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm not just saying this because of the movie (although I did like the movie a lot) but because I really did fucking love that show back in the day. It was awesome and my favorite character was BA Baracus hands down. When I got to meet Mr. T when I was a kid I thought it was really the greatest thing ever. I used to have a picture I took with him but I think its lost somewhere in the black cold abyss known as my mom's house. But seriously, why wouldn't you LOVE this theme song? I mean shit gets you pumped up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fresh Prince&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNkNhB1hI/AAAAAAAABz0/TNRcMh27cjc/s1600/500full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNkNhB1hI/AAAAAAAABz0/TNRcMh27cjc/s320/500full.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I swear this show was about no color lines because as we know, manz is super white and watched this shit back in the day. He even knows all the lyrics to the intro song. But pretty much everyone I knew watched this show and when I was a kid my mom let me watch it on occasion. The two things that stand out for me right now about this show are the theme song and the Carlton dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knight Rider&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNrY0rV8I/AAAAAAAABz4/3diESB0yLks/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNrY0rV8I/AAAAAAAABz4/3diESB0yLks/s320/images.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This theme song is so awesome Timbaland had to sample the beginning and use it in one of his own songs. Well, it was him and Magoo. (Btw, wtf ever happened to that guy?) This is another song that makes me feel all pumped up. When I hear this song I feel like I need to walk down the street and be in a fight scene with this in the background. And barring that I feel like I need to workout or clean something. That's serious because I'm lazy as fuck. (C'mon do YOU know any super active nerds? Really.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gilligan's Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZN0v2tvSI/AAAAAAAABz8/MRa84s6uf2I/s1600/images-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZN0v2tvSI/AAAAAAAABz8/MRa84s6uf2I/s320/images-1.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of you know about my fucked up childhood, so you won't be surprised when you hear that my mom kept us super sheltered. So I didn't watch a lot of TV when I was real little outside of some cartoons and a few other shows like Gilligan's Island or I Love Lucy. I think almost everyone my age and maybe a little older knows the lyrics to this theme song. Or at least you know the “THREE HOUR TOOOOOOUR” part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The X-Files&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZN7cYbRAI/AAAAAAAAB0A/nnGLbaSpgAU/s1600/images-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZN7cYbRAI/AAAAAAAAB0A/nnGLbaSpgAU/s320/images-2.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because really, it was an amazing show till Mulder left and shit got weird. It was the first show (and only show for a while) that I went out of my way to watch in my adulthood. Every time I hear the theme song its like “OH SHIT MULDER AND SCULLY ABOUT TO GET UP IN SOME CRAZY SHIT!” Well, it's that with a little side of spooky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honorable mention: The Jeffersons &amp;amp; The Twilight Zone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZOBIiUqqI/AAAAAAAAB0E/-oE3AJOs0gA/s1600/images-3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZOBIiUqqI/AAAAAAAAB0E/-oE3AJOs0gA/s320/images-3.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZODC-8D-I/AAAAAAAAB0I/TMeCylLWNng/s1600/images-4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZODC-8D-I/AAAAAAAAB0I/TMeCylLWNng/s320/images-4.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;'Cause we all know about movin' on up, and The Twilight Zone theme was creepy as fuck. It used to scare the shit out of me as a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8117544856927584658?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8117544856927584658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/5s-tv-theme-songs.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8117544856927584658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8117544856927584658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/5s-tv-theme-songs.html' title='^5s: TV Theme Songs'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TJZNbyvRBYI/AAAAAAAABzw/coViJROQzEI/s72-c/the-a-team-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3640034014884650205</id><published>2010-09-13T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:04:19.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>Dear Ever: I Salute You.</title><content type='html'>So I'm pissed that the Chargers lost, but Ever, you were NOT LYIN about Eric Berry being the business. He had Antonio Gates on lockdown all hardcore. And honestly, KC looked really good out there, the rookies stepped it up. That's about all I can say for now because my stomach hurts about this whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Romeo Crennel was in Cleveland manz and I used to joke that he would reward good plays with hugs because he just looks like a big ol' softie. I think he brought the hugs with him to KC. Who knew that positive reinforcement would work?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3640034014884650205?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3640034014884650205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-ever-i-salute-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3640034014884650205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3640034014884650205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-ever-i-salute-you.html' title='Dear Ever: I Salute You.'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-474529736071278524</id><published>2010-09-12T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T11:14:13.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>I Luh Jared Allen So Much Right Now</title><content type='html'>Yes, so as we all know, it's the most wonderful time of the year. Well, for those of us that are NFL fans. I continue to kick ass on my Madden Seakhawks *gives the nod to Pago* although last night the fucking Broncos almost beat us. As of this exact moment, we're not doing well in our first week of fantasy football, mostly because Chris Johnson is sucking giraffe balls right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night before bed manz and I were talking football and we remembered that our boy Ian had told us about these clips he had seen on NFL Live of Jared Allen doing "Jared Allen Workouts". So we finally looked it up. Unfortunately we didn't find any of those clips. (If you guys know where to find 'em, hook your girl up, plskthx) However, what we did find is a bunch of clips of Jared Allen being FUCKING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdnuBoNd0WI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&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/BdnuBoNd0WI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes Welker was pretty awesome here, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrRmtG7j68Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&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/wrRmtG7j68Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO @"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Favre throws it into coverage all the time and no one﻿ gets after him for that!" and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"I'm like Dante Culpepper, like exactly like him except I﻿ have a mullet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2r49EMRvkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&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/L2r49EMRvkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so retarded but in the best, most hilarious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRybuQDDidU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&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/TRybuQDDidU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I love that it seems like NO ONE caught his response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I really had no idea that he was so hilarious and seems to really be able to not take himself too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-474529736071278524?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/474529736071278524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-luh-jared-allen-so-much-right-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/474529736071278524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/474529736071278524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-luh-jared-allen-so-much-right-now.html' title='I Luh Jared Allen So Much Right Now'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8993056373173627414</id><published>2010-09-06T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:37:53.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Been Around the World...Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Usually these posts are about the Adventures of Dioracat, but I had to include something my roommate sent me, because we Asians are so funny sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdVD67gAI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BQ57CJH3_eY/s1600/4R1D4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdVD67gAI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BQ57CJH3_eY/s320/4R1D4.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously? What if that was really how the dish was prepared? And also, what I wanna know is, till who exploded? The duck or the chef? Does that mean special sauce is included? I NEED ANSWERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdccNhXMI/AAAAAAAABzk/Q1NwDFOv_hw/s1600/toilet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdccNhXMI/AAAAAAAABzk/Q1NwDFOv_hw/s320/toilet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I was just tired, but I found it amusing that this sticker was on a toilet in a courthouse. I thought only Europeans called it a water closet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdXG_zzBI/AAAAAAAABzU/-SxewBLMtPM/s1600/batman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdXG_zzBI/AAAAAAAABzU/-SxewBLMtPM/s320/batman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So one morning I was at a coffee shop EARLY out in BFE 'cause I had a meeting at 6 am. Yes, 6 am. Anyway, I was sitting there trying to consume as much caffeine as possible and I saw this shit on the wall. I immediately went over to the owner and was like "WTB THIS NAO PLZKTHX" and she let me buy it off her. I'm hanging that up on Batman wall next to my Jim Lee piece of art and my cop of The Gotham Times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdYQcegqI/AAAAAAAABzY/To7Z5lPf9qI/s1600/booty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdYQcegqI/AAAAAAAABzY/To7Z5lPf9qI/s320/booty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Manz bought a new phone recently, and when we were at the AT&amp;amp;T store I saw this gloriousness. And I'm talking about the girl in brown. Anytime a girl is standing sideways and you see her bottom half forms a P, then you know she's got some booty.&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdZ2qBUfI/AAAAAAAABzc/OhcYXM7Fcp4/s1600/jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdZ2qBUfI/AAAAAAAABzc/OhcYXM7Fcp4/s400/jesus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This sign cracked me up because it's all like GET READY!!! with extra exclamation points. Because, you know, when Jesus does come, he sure as shit is coming to SD first. *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdbGPUcCI/AAAAAAAABzg/5aVMvZnexXs/s1600/overalls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdbGPUcCI/AAAAAAAABzg/5aVMvZnexXs/s320/overalls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of Jesus, can you guys believe that this man in this day and age, in a metropolitan area, was wearing motherfucking OVERALLS? I mean...SERIOUSLY? Dude looked like he straight walked off his farm, I was so incredulous I had to take a picture because I couldn't fuckin' believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8993056373173627414?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8993056373173627414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/been-around-worldpart-6.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8993056373173627414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8993056373173627414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/been-around-worldpart-6.html' title='Been Around the World...Part 6'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIVdVD67gAI/AAAAAAAABzQ/BQ57CJH3_eY/s72-c/4R1D4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7476607172822362154</id><published>2010-09-05T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:51:53.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>NFL Madness &amp; Mayhem</title><content type='html'>So I think I'm up to my ears in football right about now. Manz and I have a fantasy league going with a few friends of ours, and we're pretty sure we're gonna dominate some shit. Well, I'M pretty sure we're gonna dominate some shit. Manz has been the Commissioner for years for a very serious league of his back home, and he does his research. Plus he knows A LOT about football in general. Even though he's a SRS Browns fan, he still is up on most of the players in the league. Seeing as how that's the case, I'm pretty confident. We had our draft on Thursday, and here's who we ended up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Matt Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Chris Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Ryan Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Shonn Greene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Calvin Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Greg Jennings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Antonio Gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Jets D/ST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bench&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Jahvid Best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Chad Ochocinco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Wes Welker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Matt Stafford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Mike Wallace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Steelers D/ST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Greg Olsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I finally finished up my season on my super team on Madden '10, (and kicked the shit out of the Packers, btw) we drafted my new team on Madden '11. As I said before, this team is a lot more realistic. We didn't try to go for the X-Men + The Avengers type team this time, but I think we chose a really solid team that we can grow with. Pago, you'll be happy to know we chose the Seahawks. I promised manz we'd chose a neutral team (neither the Chargers nor the Browns, nor any major rivals) so he decided on the Seahawks 'cause he knows you're a fan. Computerized Pete Carroll looks like a dude who wore a sweater around his neck in college. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Offense:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Stafford&lt;br /&gt;DeAngelo Williams&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Mathews&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Vickers&lt;br /&gt;Miles Austin&lt;br /&gt;Percy Harvin&lt;br /&gt;Josh Cribbs&lt;br /&gt;Mohammed Massaquoi&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Pettigrew&lt;br /&gt;Jason Smith&lt;br /&gt;Ben Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;Alex Mack&lt;br /&gt;Mike Williams&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defense:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared Allen&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Hughes&lt;br /&gt;Tyson Alualu&lt;br /&gt;Amobi Okoye&lt;br /&gt;Brian Orakpo&lt;br /&gt;Rolando McClain&lt;br /&gt;Clay Matthews&lt;br /&gt;Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Jammer&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm Jenkins&lt;br /&gt;Pacman Jones&lt;br /&gt;Eric Berry&lt;br /&gt;Laron Landry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't have Jared Allen AND Chris Johnson on the same team, I decided to just choose Jared Allen. I'm pretty good with him, and I still have very limited knowledge of defense, so I figured the best thing to do would be to choose some running backs I'm familiar with and can play, and have Jared Allen because he pretty much dominates, so I wouldn't have to worry about figuring out another position, or being frustrated at a lesser player at that position. I'm hoping we do well with this team 'cause we're playing on All Pro, but we just beat the shit out of the 49ers, so I think we'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, for those of you who haven't gotten '11 yet, enjoy the RETARD STRONG face Eli Manning makes on one of the menus. God, he's an idiot.&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIRXFR7RVnI/AAAAAAAABzM/Am-ZFgU3sUk/s1600/IMG00189-20100905-1802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIRXFR7RVnI/AAAAAAAABzM/Am-ZFgU3sUk/s400/IMG00189-20100905-1802.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-7476607172822362154?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7476607172822362154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/nfl-madness-mayhem.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7476607172822362154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7476607172822362154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/nfl-madness-mayhem.html' title='NFL Madness &amp; Mayhem'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TIRXFR7RVnI/AAAAAAAABzM/Am-ZFgU3sUk/s72-c/IMG00189-20100905-1802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3194491593364695592</id><published>2010-09-03T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:00:00.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>End of the Week Pron: Tig Ole Bitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since I did a real pron type post, but well, there's my crazy workweeks and also STILL trying to finish my thesis. STILL. (Hey man, when that shit got rejected three times it took the wind out of my sails, you know?) And anyway, my picky ass takes forever to choose pics I really like. I hate the typical pron pics, because I was just oversaturated with pictures of girls in dirty poses showing their snatch. I mean, anyone can do that shit and take a picture of it. But to make the picture interesting or creative in some way is FAR more stimulating, in my jaded opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last time was ass, so we'll make this one tits. Without further ado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8vw5LRGRI/AAAAAAAABy4/nx4KiSVoo4w/s1600/42efb087d30a18b9ac2645a7b5bc13490488076b_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8vw5LRGRI/AAAAAAAABy4/nx4KiSVoo4w/s320/42efb087d30a18b9ac2645a7b5bc13490488076b_m.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Those are FABULOUS. She's not even pressing her arms against her sides which every chick does to make them look bigger. They hang very naturally and they remind me a lot of Gianna's breasts. I wonder if that's what Christina Hendricks' tits took like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8vynNDTgI/AAAAAAAABy8/C6qF03BwcbY/s1600/883c3ad89a7edb9a8da8681df876129e02351877_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8vynNDTgI/AAAAAAAABy8/C6qF03BwcbY/s320/883c3ad89a7edb9a8da8681df876129e02351877_m.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Believe it or not, this picture is hardly photoshopped. My roommate who is one of my best friends and who was the director I worked for, knows this girl and he says that it just defies nature, but her body looks almost exactly like that IRL. I wonder if she has back problems. But then, I don't care because her tits are also phenomenal. They're huge but well shaped and they hang nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8v1GnnLHI/AAAAAAAABzA/bs_4x_eQreg/s1600/813487a23bfe27d9a05ef70d704f8f4423148127_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8v1GnnLHI/AAAAAAAABzA/bs_4x_eQreg/s320/813487a23bfe27d9a05ef70d704f8f4423148127_m.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, you all know I hate fake tits. I THINK these are real, they could be fake, but I admit I am mesmerized by the wet T-shirt. What is it about wet t-shirts that makes them so awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8v3_rA-qI/AAAAAAAABzE/gc0hEp82kIA/s1600/b76b52efd27a616c073e6615923b8f3900e3bd75_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8v3_rA-qI/AAAAAAAABzE/gc0hEp82kIA/s320/b76b52efd27a616c073e6615923b8f3900e3bd75_m.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of wet, I like this picture even though I think this girl's tits could also be fake. As long as she doesn't lean forward to show any of the ripples, or reveal some horrendously scarred nipples, I give these a thumbs up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8v8ARLRhI/AAAAAAAABzI/NArr4aAG15c/s1600/4bd1815890c0924689e5b41263849afe29d64cd2_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8v8ARLRhI/AAAAAAAABzI/NArr4aAG15c/s320/4bd1815890c0924689e5b41263849afe29d64cd2_m.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know or care how big her tits are. They look nice and HOT DAMN is she PRETTY. With hardly any makeup on! Those eyes and the DSLs are just mm mm mm good. Seriously. Yeah, I'm biased towards brunettes. So?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3194491593364695592?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3194491593364695592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-week-pron-tig-ole-bitties.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3194491593364695592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3194491593364695592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-week-pron-tig-ole-bitties.html' title='End of the Week Pron: Tig Ole Bitties'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8vw5LRGRI/AAAAAAAABy4/nx4KiSVoo4w/s72-c/42efb087d30a18b9ac2645a7b5bc13490488076b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5092504476857935843</id><published>2010-09-01T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:57:44.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='^5s'/><title type='text'>^5s: Music I Wish I Could Hear More Of</title><content type='html'>You know, its crazy because I feel like I've been writing a lot, but then I notice that my last post was several days ago, and I'm like WTF? Then I realize that most of my written posts are all on my netbook, which I always leave in my work bag, which I never bring in the house anymore because I'm too tired to carry it. Now I have like 3 long ass blog posts finished and more half written ones, but I had to transfer them to my laptop at home. Oh, technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my friend Stormy commented on my post about the 5 bands that I can't stand, saying that he'd like to hear about which bands/music I'd like to hear more of. I've been thinking for a while, wondering about it because I feel so jaded about music these days, since there doesn't seem to be a prevalence of music being released these days that I really like. I realize that part of the reason it is like that is because I don't have the time or energy these days to really look for new music that is along the lines that I like. And sadly, I also go back and listen to music I know I used to really like and think its horrible now. I mean, for God's sake, there was a very short period of time that I actually liked some of the Murder Inc. stuff. I'll admit it, I even liked a few songs that Ja Rule put out. I'm not sure if Stormy asked because he wanted me to think about it, or because he was just curious, but I did think about it quite a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I'm going to have to split this into two categories: Rock music and hip hop music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HIP HOP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Eminem: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8sezNzZMI/AAAAAAAAByg/H9UKfQvZU_w/s1600/eminem_the_funeral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8sezNzZMI/AAAAAAAAByg/H9UKfQvZU_w/s320/eminem_the_funeral.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been a fan of Em's for a long long time. However, much like many artists in the last few years, the tone of his music has changed. I know that he's had some personal issues and whatnot, but I wish he would go back to making music like: Rock Bottom, Dead Wrong, or Hellbound. Em's performance on all of those songs was raw, and just so...real. You could hear his earnestness and genuine pain and anger just pouring through your speakers. Rock Bottom was great because it made me really feel his pain, especially because there have been several times when I have definitely hit rock bottom so those&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;lyrics always resonate with me. His verses in Dead Wrong were so amazing because he was his usual shocking self and he spit his rhymes like 50 caliber bullets. Hellbound I think is one of my favorite examples of how he sounds on a non-mainstream, more mixtape oriented joint. I wish he'd go back to making music like any of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Empowering music for women: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8s5UtVcPI/AAAAAAAAByk/2_wGVLFxXwE/s1600/rosie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8s5UtVcPI/AAAAAAAAByk/2_wGVLFxXwE/s320/rosie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before you wonder who the fuck this is and what have they done with the real me, just keep reading. One of my favorite De La songs is Baby Phat. I love it because it's so well done, it's an upbeat song that has a serious point without forcing it on you, but the rhymes and the production are great, too. I know, I know, you're saying, “WTF of all people SHE is talking about female empowerment??” I know, I know. But remember that I'm a big girl myself, so the theme of Baby Phat appeals to me. And let's not forget that most women out there are actually not considered “normal” sized. Many of my friends who I think are just fine in terms of weight and looks actually are considered “overweight”. But I don't think any of you reading this like skinny bitches anyway, so you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Nas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8tGfVA7BI/AAAAAAAAByo/AGloX9ViUKY/s1600/nasty_nas_231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8tGfVA7BI/AAAAAAAAByo/AGloX9ViUKY/s320/nasty_nas_231.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rewind has to be one of my most favorite Nas songs of all time. I think its because I get bored easily and need to be entertained, and you get a little way into the song before you're like “Hold up...what?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While the story he tells is along the usual lines of shit that goes down in the hood, he uses a great gimmick to make it not your usual storytelling song. I wish more people would just do different shit, music that makes you think instead of ABSORB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I first heard the title of Black Zombies I was like “WTF is this crazy dude talking about” so I gave the song a listen and was very impressed. He weaves the theme of people being zombies throughout the song and gives examples – its clear what he's talking about. Another song that makes you really listen hard to the lyrics and makes you think about shit afterwards. Srs biznes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should give an honorable mention here to “I Can”. I am pretty sure most real fans of hip hop (instead of the garbage that's played on radio stations) probably think the song is too gimmicky, but it has stood&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;the test of time. I liked it when it came out, and I still like the song now. I just listened to it again this week. It's catchy because of the sample of Fur Elise (one of my favorites from Beethoven) and its got the kids on it, and its a message to the kids, or the otherwise uneducated. Which is basically most people these days. And best of all, it's a positive message and a plea to listeners to aspire to greater things. Nothing at all wrong in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROCK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Rage Against the Machine/One Day As A Lion/Zack de la Rocha: (and yes I know this is 3 in 1 but this is my blog so WHATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8tR2VVF9I/AAAAAAAABys/PWE-CxZXnJM/s1600/6a00e398ece58b000500fa9687fa1b0002-500pi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8tR2VVF9I/AAAAAAAABys/PWE-CxZXnJM/s320/6a00e398ece58b000500fa9687fa1b0002-500pi.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah, bet you guys saw this one coming. I just think there needs to be more socially conscious music out there PERIOD. I mean, there's so much shit going on in the world, and music is a great vehicle through which to send a message. I know RATM has said they will not make any more albums, but a girl can hope, right? Who knows whether or not Zack's collabo with dude from Mars Volta is going to ever bear any fruit than the one EP he put together, but I'm hoping something happens with that, too. And failing all that, I'm hoping Zack does something musical any time in the future.&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, also, I would pay CASH MONIES to hear the music that Zack did with Trent Reznor from NIN. I bet that shit was angry as fuck but with a serious message and musically awesome. Yes, I know he did “We Want It All”, but that's not enough. I want it all, too, god damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Speaking of Trent Reznor:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8tzOOhVpI/AAAAAAAABy0/RHgiuzR9Stc/s1600/mjktrbje5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8tzOOhVpI/AAAAAAAABy0/RHgiuzR9Stc/s320/mjktrbje5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I know he's quit making music for a while to focus on his wife and baby, but I'd also pay cash monies to hear any of the tracks he made with the group Tapeworm. It was basically him and Maynard from Tool. That's another&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;power level of OVER NINE THOUSAND collabo that I'd really love to hear. From what I understand though, none of that music is ever gonna be released. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay so...probably NONE of my choices on here are a big surprise to anyone, but hey, I'm old and I like what I like so deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5092504476857935843?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5092504476857935843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/5s-music-i-wish-i-could-hear-more-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5092504476857935843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5092504476857935843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/09/5s-music-i-wish-i-could-hear-more-of.html' title='^5s: Music I Wish I Could Hear More Of'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TH8sezNzZMI/AAAAAAAAByg/H9UKfQvZU_w/s72-c/eminem_the_funeral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-7417399202531838882</id><published>2010-08-22T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:56:10.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>THOR!</title><content type='html'>So manz has been telling me to watch the Thor trailer for a few weeks now, and he keeps forgetting to show it to me when we're both at our desks. He finally did today and I have to say I'm impressed. I myself am not a Thor fan per se, mostly because I had the same issues with him that most people do with Superman. However, as I've talked about on this blog before, I did read the beginning of the new Thor series several months ago and was fairly impressed. Then to find out that this new Thor movie will be partially based on the story of the new series, well, I was a little more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after this that I found out what the casting would be and was even more excited - especially considering that the director would be Kenneth Branagh, and oddly enough, I felt that he could possibly do a great job of it since his background is mainly Shakespearean. I figured, who better to cover a movie about a Nordic god than Kenneth Branagh, right? I think the 3 casting choices that had me the most excited were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Natalie Portman as Jane Foster&lt;br /&gt;I think you all know about my not so secret nerd love for Natalie Portman. I've already admitted I've liked her since The Professional. She is probably one of the only skinny women in the world that I would get down with in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anthony Hopkins as Odin&lt;br /&gt;Originally I was hoping for Stellan Skaarsgard as Odin and his son Alexander as Thor, but when I heard Anthony motherfucking Hopkins was cast as Odin I was NOT disappointed. Amazing casting choice, imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Idris Elba as Heimdall&lt;br /&gt;I don't care that people bitch about the diversification of casting to include minorities and women, when the role was not initially supposed to be for a minority or a woman. (Starbuck in BSG, anyone?) Idris Elba is an amazing actor, and I am excited to see him in this role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those of you that haven't seen it yet, here's the trailer. And yes, I need a late pass, because most comic nerds saw this right after Comic Con. This new job of mine is seriously cramping my internet nerd lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="395" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ecranlarge.com/v/0C6E52154F0C515656150B51"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.ecranlarge.com/v/0C6E52154F0C515656150B51" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="395"&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/9005486298483902650-7417399202531838882?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/7417399202531838882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/thor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7417399202531838882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/7417399202531838882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/thor.html' title='THOR!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8129240786064089011</id><published>2010-08-17T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:21:12.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Jessica Rabbit IRL</title><content type='html'>Now, I don't usually like blondes but...&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TGttgvuvyoI/AAAAAAAAByc/Ihx4-koYasI/s1600/345jtp2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TGttgvuvyoI/AAAAAAAAByc/Ihx4-koYasI/s640/345jtp2.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Somebody please tell Rosie to STOP BEING SO FUCKING HOT. How come they don't make girls like that anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8129240786064089011?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8129240786064089011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/jessica-rabbit-irl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8129240786064089011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8129240786064089011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/jessica-rabbit-irl.html' title='Jessica Rabbit IRL'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TGttgvuvyoI/AAAAAAAAByc/Ihx4-koYasI/s72-c/345jtp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1917144768980152116</id><published>2010-08-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:29:45.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Nerd Alert'/><title type='text'>Inception!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen it, you need to. And yes, you do need to see it in the theater. You know me being Asian AND an internet nerd means I hate paying for shit, but I'll be damned if that shit was not amazing in the theater experience. I saw it a couple weeks ago, and I thought it was great for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a huge fan of Christopher Nolan. I think I've seen everything of his at least twice except Following, but I do plan to watch that when I actually get some god damned time.&lt;br /&gt;- I am a fan of Leonardo DiCaprio since The Departed.&lt;br /&gt;- I think Joseph Gordon Levitt is my movie boyfriend since I saw him in Brick. Now, considering my nature, I hardly EVER, and I mean EVER actually like dudes like that. It doesn't matter if it's a celebrity or a regular dude, but generally, about most guys, I don't ever look at them that way. I don't think I've called any dude "hot" in about 10-12 years. But in Brick, I loved his character. I didn't know if I'd like him in anything else, but I did like him in this, so I suppose he's my movie boyfriend for now.&lt;br /&gt;- I love movies that make you think and talk about it afterwards. I especially love movies that at the end you're sitting there like "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED". Its even better when you have to watch it again just to convince yourself that yes, that shit really did happen the way you remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't gonna talk about Inception here but I saw this infographic (yes, I'm so nerdy, I do love infographics) that I thought was awesome that I wanted to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TGOGH38RAqI/AAAAAAAAByY/d3BQb_fVfWE/s1600/inception_infographic_by_dehahs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TGOGH38RAqI/AAAAAAAAByY/d3BQb_fVfWE/s640/inception_infographic_by_dehahs.jpg" width="425" /&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/9005486298483902650-1917144768980152116?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1917144768980152116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1917144768980152116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1917144768980152116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception.html' title='Inception!'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TGOGH38RAqI/AAAAAAAAByY/d3BQb_fVfWE/s72-c/inception_infographic_by_dehahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4248623915156485104</id><published>2010-08-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:33:28.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>Madden '11: Copped. Initial Thoughts &amp; Criticisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDQBKuaIs3I/AAAAAAAABwo/jC9dCt291AA/s1600/2350.11%2520madden%2520drew%2520brees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDQBKuaIs3I/AAAAAAAABwo/jC9dCt291AA/s320/2350.11%2520madden%2520drew%2520brees.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I'm not supposed to be playing because I promised manz I wouldn't until I did one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Finished my thesis (LAWL)&lt;br /&gt;B: Got to the Super Bowl and either won or lost on my Madden '10 team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the playoffs and about 2 games away from being either in the Super Bowl or not, but these 50 something hours I been working every week including Saturdays has been brutal. With that said, I sure as hell ain't finishing my thesis anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so manz is playing his first game on it, and I have some initial thoughts and observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The soundtrack sucks balls. It's almost all classic rock, which I don't mind, but the only song I really like on there is Blur's "Song 2". The Hives' song "Tick Tick Boom" is all right, and so are a few of the other tracks, but to represent hip hop there's the Ying Yang Twins, Weezy, and ARCHIE EVERSOLE? Who the fuck is Archie Eversole? Actually, I don't care, because his song is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The new guy Gus Johnson that they have as the play by play announcer alongside Cris Collinsworth is really good. He's WAY better than the previous, and a much better contrast to Cris. Cris seems a little subdued actually, compared to Gus, which is great for me, because most of the time I want to punch Cris in the jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The new "offensive coordinator" thing they're doing, I'm not so sure about. I guess they pretend like you're the QB and you've got the offensive coordinator talking to you in your helmet earpiece like he would IRL. Which sounds cool in theory. So far the only thing I KNOW I don't like is he has an annoying accent. It's like a weird amalgam of New York Italian and New Jersey. Also I'm not sure how necessary he is. Well, for manz, he's not so necessary at all 'cause manz has been playing Madden for like 15 years now, and been a football fan for about 25 years now soooo its not like he needs pointers. But I guess if you're not 100% on point with your football knowledge then its an asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They changed their kick meter back to the accuracy/power meter. I am ambivalent 'cause I never do the kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They changed some of the controls, like turning off speed burst. That is some bullshit. Also, they made fatigue WAY more a factor, which I don't like. Seems like I may end up using my 3rd string RB a lot more than I have before. Which is fine, because my third string RB is gonna be Ryan Mathews. (GO BOLTS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am gonna post at some point one of the loading screens where there's a shot of Eli Manning looking like he's retard strong and it cracks me up. SO RIDICS. But the intro is really cool and while there sure is a WHOLE LOT of Drew Brees in it (yes, I know, shut up) it seems less geared towards the player saying how awesome he is, and more focused on Drew talking about team and city loyalty. I think I like the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, but I'll have a better idea of the game as a whole once I actually finish my season on '10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4248623915156485104?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4248623915156485104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/madden-11-copped-initial-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4248623915156485104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4248623915156485104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/madden-11-copped-initial-thoughts.html' title='Madden &apos;11: Copped. Initial Thoughts &amp; Criticisms'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDQBKuaIs3I/AAAAAAAABwo/jC9dCt291AA/s72-c/2350.11%2520madden%2520drew%2520brees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-71663378901970836</id><published>2010-08-04T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:05:23.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Midweek Pron: Random Shit I Find Pretty Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomwcMADZI/AAAAAAAAByE/zmbu2hZAVy0/s1600/1+lesbian_bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomwcMADZI/AAAAAAAAByE/zmbu2hZAVy0/s320/1+lesbian_bw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After so much time in the business and seeing so many "gay for pay" bitches, its difficult for me to find lesbian oriented erotica that I think is hot. Its only hot when both parties are REALLY into it, I feel. I might act like I'm a teenaged boy in a woman's body, but I do have my standards. I mean, just because there are two hot chicks making out in front of me (onscreen) doesn't mean that's immediately awesome. It's got to be real. I love the look in the eye of the girl facing the camera. It's so hot and sultry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomyCfWeJI/AAAAAAAAByI/m0ehEBSeLzs/s1600/cherryblossomtat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomyCfWeJI/AAAAAAAAByI/m0ehEBSeLzs/s320/cherryblossomtat.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I am not necessarily for or against tattoos. I think a lot of the time they're trashy, usually because people have no concept of art or good taste, but there are some that I've seen that were so well done it really did look like art on someone's body. This is one of those cases. I do love cherry blossom oriented art (yes, I'm biased 'cause I'm Asian, so sue me) but I think what makes this picture awesome to me is that the art is good and it also seems like a frame for what appear to be a pair of very nice breasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomzimvdkI/AAAAAAAAByM/WtDYwuNl6zo/s1600/chick_gun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomzimvdkI/AAAAAAAAByM/WtDYwuNl6zo/s320/chick_gun.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;C'mon, seriously, do I need to explain this one? A chick with multiple guns? Looking pretty confident that she can handle herself? This girl looks like a BAD BITCH. So hot.&lt;/div&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFom1BVkWnI/AAAAAAAAByQ/vFThVMpcIr0/s1600/fa3ac85a7f90ce0dab050b2122bc92b8c6527704_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFom1BVkWnI/AAAAAAAAByQ/vFThVMpcIr0/s320/fa3ac85a7f90ce0dab050b2122bc92b8c6527704_m.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This girl is probably what you would call a spinner. She looks like she's maybe 5'0" at the most, maybe even 4'11". I like her body, not too skinny, perky little breasts and some meat on her bones. I like the tats on her thigh, but don't like the half sleeve or the tat on her calf. However, despite all that, she does look hot in those heels, and I love her face. She makes great face.&lt;/div&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFom2vJtzRI/AAAAAAAAByU/vufDGn0fFp0/s1600/tumblr_l42heinQYt1qzynnpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFom2vJtzRI/AAAAAAAAByU/vufDGn0fFp0/s320/tumblr_l42heinQYt1qzynnpo1_500.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love how this is framed. I mean, I love lingerie on the whole. I am an ass man. Combine those two with some artfaggotry and erotica, and you can bet your ass I'm a fan. You know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-71663378901970836?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/71663378901970836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/midweek-pron-random-shit-i-find-pretty.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/71663378901970836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/71663378901970836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/midweek-pron-random-shit-i-find-pretty.html' title='Midweek Pron: Random Shit I Find Pretty Hot'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFomwcMADZI/AAAAAAAAByE/zmbu2hZAVy0/s72-c/1+lesbian_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6255984795352743177</id><published>2010-08-01T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:28:42.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>Raging Against the Machine (Tl;DR inc)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my boy Ian had me take a nerd rage test to see whether or not I had nerd rage problems. (He suspected I did.) I think those of you who read the blog also already know the results of that quiz, on a 1-12 scale I scored a 10, which means that apparently I do have some nerd rage issues. I suppose it's fitting considering that Comic Con was last weekend, but I did actually have a lot of rage in general last week, but I think you guys will understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Issue #1: Ghetto Card Rage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;First thing that pissed me off last week is people acting stupid about being qualifying for their ghetto card. Now for some reason, regular people think its awesome to have a ghetto card or hood cred apparently, and its really starting to piss me off. It all started with a conversation I heard two people having about “baby mama drama”. Now both of these people are minorities, but both of them still live with their parents, had their parents pay for college, and lived either middle class or upper middle class lives their whole lives. They kept saying the term “baby mama drama” and saying “oh no she didn't” and such things, and finally I got irritated and told them they from now on they're not allowed to use language like that because it's wrong and it sounds horrible coming from their mouths. They protested but I insisted, yes, pretty angrily, and after a while one of them ACTUALLY turned to me and said, “Well, fine for me but the other guy went to PUBLIC SCHOOL!” That explanation was given as to a reason why the other person involved could talk “ghetto talk”. It's okay because he went to public school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? SO APPARENTLY GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL AUTOMATICALLY GIVES YOU SOME KIND OF FUCKING STREET CRED?! SINCE WHEN DID THIS FUCKING HAPPEN??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got so mad when I heard this that I said, (in a professional environment) “Fuck that, just because he went to public school doesn't mean SHIT and going forward you are not allowed to TALK ghetto for that reason. I'm sorry but you guys down here in SD don't even fucking know what the real hood is or what a real ghetto looks like so GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT” Then I said, “You want to know what ghetto is? I'm from OAKLAND for fuck's sake and I used to live in EAST LA! Why don't you take your ass to those places and see if they don't kick your ass for trying to front like you have some street cred! FURTHERMORE if you want to know what a REAL ghetto is, why don't you visit the East Coast and tell me what you think” (Now that I think about it, East Coast ghettos are pretty fucked up, but a super hardcore ghetto would be a favela in South America or else a ghetto in South Africa.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't even claim to have grown up in the hood my whole life, but yes, I was born in Oakland. We lived there till right before kindergarten. Then we moved to LA. For several years the fam lived in middle class areas but when I left them I lived in and around areas of LA that were pretty broke and fucked up. At one point in the same week they found a dead body in the house right across the street from me, my neighbor on the left hand side was stabbed, and the neighbor on the right was robbed at gunpoint. These happened in broad daylight. There have been times in my life when I was broke as fuck and a paycheck away from being on the street. I've never ever ever been able to rely on other people to help me out and never had any kind of support system, so I've had to live in some fucked up places for most of my adult life. It makes me SO MAD when I hear people think it's cool to be “ghetto”. Its like Treach said in “Ghetto Bastard”:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you ain't ever been to the ghetto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't ever come to the ghetto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because you wouldn't understand the ghetto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So stay the fuck OUT of the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Issue #2: Nerd Rage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here's where the nerd rage comes in. So this last weekend was Comic Con down here in SD. Here's what pisses me off mostly. People who think its suddenly cool to be a comic book fan or who front like they're real fans when they only started reading a few here and there solely because the movies started coming out. (Yes, I KNOW X-Men came out like 7 years ago, but sorry, that's not good enough.) I also hate the fact that Comic Con has become this huge crazy thing where most of the major shit that goes on there has NOTHING to do with comic books, or even video games for that matter. I mean last year there was some crazy bullshit line for Twilight. Seriously? STOP BRINGING THE BULLSHIT TO COMIC CON, PLEASE! I mean, honestly, all you're doing is fucking it up for the rest of us, the people who come to appreciate the nerd universe and who actually BUY shit. You think these silly females who went to CC last year actually bought anything there? Fuck that. Then they go back to their friends and gush about how they went to CC to see MOTHERFUCKING EDWARD. Ugh, kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A secondary but no less rage prompting thing was the fact that I heard random people and multiple news outlets talking MAD SHIT about nerds. I think most of us that call ourselves nerds and are proud to do so are not the kind of nerd they're thinking of. Most of the people I know that consider themselves nerds aren't what you picture when you think of the word “nerd”. What I don't understand is the need for the shit talking. Why? Why is that necessary? Because it's an easy target? Because it's easy to make fun of the people you think are going bald, live with their parents, wear glasses and all those stereotypes? I said it last week on Facebook, but don't forget that some of us who call ourselves nerds can and will kick your ass if provoked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;/endrant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6255984795352743177?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6255984795352743177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/raging-against-machine-tldr-inc.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6255984795352743177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6255984795352743177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/08/raging-against-machine-tldr-inc.html' title='Raging Against the Machine (Tl;DR inc)'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-759753484441755582</id><published>2010-07-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:32:26.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artfaggotry'/><title type='text'>Banksy in Detroit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As a matter of fact, no, I couldn't come up with a more clever title than this for a multitude of reasons. Anyhow, I think most of you who have read this blog for a little while know about my artfag love affair with Banksy. Because of shitty timing I didn't get to see Exit Through the Gift Shop when it was playing down here in SD, but I plan on checking it out because I hear its fucking brilliant. Well, I plan on it as soon as I find links that work. (If anyone knows where working links are, hook your girl up) I also plan on putting his "Flower Chucker" piece up on my wall near my "Balloon Girl" piece that manz got me 2 Christmases ago. That one's gonna take a little cash, I want to keep the theme I have currently and have the jpeg printed on canvas, but that shit will cost almost a $100 for the size I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So in any case, he strikes again in Detroit. And I have to admit I love it, as I do most of his stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFGq35AHi7I/AAAAAAAAByA/tqULMMXoa_M/s1600/banksy-detroit-self-opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFGq35AHi7I/AAAAAAAAByA/tqULMMXoa_M/s400/banksy-detroit-self-opt.jpg" width="400" /&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/9005486298483902650-759753484441755582?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/759753484441755582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/banksy-in-detroit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/759753484441755582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/759753484441755582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/banksy-in-detroit.html' title='Banksy in Detroit'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TFGq35AHi7I/AAAAAAAAByA/tqULMMXoa_M/s72-c/banksy-detroit-self-opt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4845069860243834795</id><published>2010-07-25T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:56:01.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>Luke...</title><content type='html'>I am your father.&amp;nbsp;For the last day of Comic Con I shall post a few Star Wars oriented pics lately that I really loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpyyniHaaI/AAAAAAAABx0/PwePiOOj7xE/s1600/chase+scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpyyniHaaI/AAAAAAAABx0/PwePiOOj7xE/s320/chase+scene.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'll get you!" *shakes fist*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpy2IQNuXI/AAAAAAAABx4/WhkhtBq9UUc/s1600/vader3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpy2IQNuXI/AAAAAAAABx4/WhkhtBq9UUc/s320/vader3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpy4PmIiZI/AAAAAAAABx8/-yRwVqjAilk/s1600/youngchewie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpy4PmIiZI/AAAAAAAABx8/-yRwVqjAilk/s320/youngchewie.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Young Chewie is so cute. I want one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4845069860243834795?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4845069860243834795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/luke.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4845069860243834795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4845069860243834795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/luke.html' title='Luke...'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpyyniHaaI/AAAAAAAABx0/PwePiOOj7xE/s72-c/chase+scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5488787328789619857</id><published>2010-07-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T13:47:00.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>The Product</title><content type='html'>Here's a comic I read months ago, and was super blown away by it. You'll understand why when you're done reading it. (Not you, Pago, you already read this one.) It's not that long, but if you haven't read it, then you really need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I tried to insert it into my blog and you can't zoom in on it from here, so go &lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/qEJe8.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it. Seriously, you really need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/9005486298483902650-5488787328789619857?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5488787328789619857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/product.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5488787328789619857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5488787328789619857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/product.html' title='The Product'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3257125013181436657</id><published>2010-07-23T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:46:56.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Fred Phelps &amp; Westboro Baptist Church v. Nerd Universe</title><content type='html'>So for some reason I can't fathom apparently Westboro decided to come and relay their anti-gay bullshit propaganda at Comic Con this year. I didn't see them last year, but then maybe I was too consumed with murder and mayhem because of all the people. Who can say? Anyway, so they're there this year spreading their venom (and no, I don't mean Venom, which would be awesome) so the Nerd Empire Strikes Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpu9Lf_xfI/AAAAAAAABxY/HXw5uSyofXw/s1600/img0988-1279832661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpu9Lf_xfI/AAAAAAAABxY/HXw5uSyofXw/s320/img0988-1279832661.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My goodness I wish that they would all fall into a chasm in the earth and just DIE ALREADY so they'll know what God really thinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpu-hUFWQI/AAAAAAAABxc/5BAoFkt66m0/s1600/img0989-1279832630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpu-hUFWQI/AAAAAAAABxc/5BAoFkt66m0/s320/img0989-1279832630.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Man, I used to love Futurama back in the day. Remember that episode where Bender was going to get arrested or some shit, and a brick dropped down between his legs? I DIED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvALrK3QI/AAAAAAAABxg/1-ODISQBvSE/s1600/img0994-1279833067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvALrK3QI/AAAAAAAABxg/1-ODISQBvSE/s320/img0994-1279833067.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So you can't really see it, but I love love love the one on the left. "Satan's cake is a lie."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvB54mssI/AAAAAAAABxk/fIP9ICgT1Ig/s1600/img0997-1279832533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvB54mssI/AAAAAAAABxk/fIP9ICgT1Ig/s320/img0997-1279832533.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Odin is God. AMAZING. And how about that other sign he's holding? Hilarious.&lt;/div&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/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvDuRWoYI/AAAAAAAABxo/XnM02ck2jb8/s1600/img1005-1279832767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvDuRWoYI/AAAAAAAABxo/XnM02ck2jb8/s320/img1005-1279832767.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, a DC fan. Not many of them around these days, seems like Marvel fanboys are coming out of the woodworks with nary a DC fan to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvF8mHOLI/AAAAAAAABxs/tlTmSEe_uvE/s1600/img1007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpvF8mHOLI/AAAAAAAABxs/tlTmSEe_uvE/s320/img1007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I saved the best for last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3257125013181436657?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3257125013181436657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/fred-phelps-westboro-baptist-church-v.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3257125013181436657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3257125013181436657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/fred-phelps-westboro-baptist-church-v.html' title='Fred Phelps &amp; Westboro Baptist Church v. Nerd Universe'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEpu9Lf_xfI/AAAAAAAABxY/HXw5uSyofXw/s72-c/img0988-1279832661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8770196605575331747</id><published>2010-07-23T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:38:54.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerdy shit'/><title type='text'>Pixel Mash Star Wars</title><content type='html'>In light of the fact that it's Comic Con and I'm sad that I couldn't go, I figure I'll do a few posts this weekend on all things nerdy. So, a few weeks ago I happened on this fucking amazing gif made by this one pretty talented fellow nerd on the interwebs. It's basically Star Wars Ep 4 in it's entirety, and it's fucking awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imgzzz.com/i/image_1278051936.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.imgzzz.com/i/image_1278051936.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you're interested in seeing more of his stuff, he's got a blog on blogger as well: &lt;a href="http://foldsfive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Foldsfive&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-8770196605575331747?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8770196605575331747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/pixel-mash-star-wars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8770196605575331747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8770196605575331747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/pixel-mash-star-wars.html' title='Pixel Mash Star Wars'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-8881865691951478154</id><published>2010-07-22T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:00:35.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulz'/><title type='text'>Trip Dub</title><content type='html'>I got this from my boy Ian today and I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand I think it's hi-larry-us, and the other part of me feels uncomfortable laughing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="328" id="ordie_player_85bd6f85f7" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=85bd6f85f7" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="512" height="328" flashvars="key=85bd6f85f7" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_85bd6f85f7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: x-small; margin-top: 0; text-align: left; width: 512px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/85bd6f85f7/white-women-s-workout" title="from slimchev007"&gt;White Women's Workout&lt;/a&gt; - watch more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die"&gt;funny videos&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/9005486298483902650-8881865691951478154?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/8881865691951478154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/trip-dub.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8881865691951478154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/8881865691951478154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/trip-dub.html' title='Trip Dub'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-3024810437400919563</id><published>2010-07-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:06:00.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me Myself and I'/><title type='text'>Been Around the World...Part 5</title><content type='html'>So this last week was my birthday week, which is one of the reasons why I wasn't really blogging, the other reason being that I worked like 50 something hours, and I was dead tired. However, there were plenty of great things going on, and I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPafHNz91I/AAAAAAAABxQ/kDMNeY7X_Kw/s1600/26949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPafHNz91I/AAAAAAAABxQ/kDMNeY7X_Kw/s320/26949.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This shit made me laugh hysterically. It's one of those "It's funny 'cause it's true" type things, you know? Cracked has been falling off lately, but this shit was hi-larry-us. Too bad my Twi-tard friends wouldn't get the "furries" part of this, and I definitely don't feel like explaining it to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPaaDBnZPI/AAAAAAAABxI/GIOt0UrVzmY/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPaaDBnZPI/AAAAAAAABxI/GIOt0UrVzmY/s320/photo.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Best fucking birthday present EVER. I think maybe only Pago (and my boy Ian) knows the story behind my love for Quintin Jammer, but it comes down to this. Basically over the last several months since I've been playing Madden, of course every time I choose the Chargers as my team. Usually we do a fantasy draft but we end up choosing a lot of the Chargers' players because well, I like them. Way back when before we lifted the salary cap on the team manz was trying to pick us a CB and he tells me that Quintin Jammer was the CB for the Chargers and that he was pretty solid. At the time I liked his name so I figured, fuck it, let's use him. Basically in every game since he's had interceptions, pass deflections, tackles, and a few times he's scored defensive touchdowns, so I was like "Not only does this dude have an awesome name but he's fucking amazing." I decided that since I was tired of seeing everyone and their mama with Rivers/Tomlinson/Merriman jerseys, that in true me fashion I would someday have a Jammer jersey. Lo and behold, in the mail comes one from my mother in law. Manz helped of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPadNwDWjI/AAAAAAAABxM/WSrFdER3LOQ/s1600/green-lantern-batman1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPadNwDWjI/AAAAAAAABxM/WSrFdER3LOQ/s320/green-lantern-batman1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My boy Ian sent me this the day of my birthday as something inspirational for the day. I really thought about this shit for like 3 hours like , "Damn how awesome of a story arc would that BE though??" And for all I know, maybe it has been, I'm still catching up on my comic reading. Late pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-3024810437400919563?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/3024810437400919563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-around-worldpart-5.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3024810437400919563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/3024810437400919563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/been-around-worldpart-5.html' title='Been Around the World...Part 5'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TEPafHNz91I/AAAAAAAABxQ/kDMNeY7X_Kw/s72-c/26949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-9174420041815745597</id><published>2010-07-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:12:00.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Beginning of the Week Pron: Time For A Little ClASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpeqPaDANI/AAAAAAAABww/X47e9tGzP3g/s1600/weird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpeqPaDANI/AAAAAAAABww/X47e9tGzP3g/s320/weird.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel weird and gross even posting this picture. When I first saw it, it was as a thumbnail and I was like "Wow, that looks like a hot picture." Then I clicked on it and stared at the top part of the picture and when my eyes traveled down I was like, "Mmm...AHHHHHH!!!" and I closed the window immediately. Does anyone else feel disturbed because this girl is pretty hot but just looking at her feels like you're committing statutory rape?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpesye4BwI/AAAAAAAABw0/fr8jbyb3j74/s1600/tumblr_kuste67g3W1qzggzho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpesye4BwI/AAAAAAAABw0/fr8jbyb3j74/s320/tumblr_kuste67g3W1qzggzho1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, about this picture is awesome. For the artfag and the perv in me at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpeusCIGSI/AAAAAAAABw4/XXMLHdWYzTc/s1600/tumblr_l3g31jyNTm1qa4p4bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpeusCIGSI/AAAAAAAABw4/XXMLHdWYzTc/s320/tumblr_l3g31jyNTm1qa4p4bo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how squishy this bed is that she's lying on, but I'll be damned if it doesn't look like you could balance a drink on the top of her ass if she was standing up. I mean, am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpew6iwfgI/AAAAAAAABw8/kl1quJ_6agw/s1600/tumblr_l4ipfyvZII1qzynnpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpew6iwfgI/AAAAAAAABw8/kl1quJ_6agw/s320/tumblr_l4ipfyvZII1qzynnpo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rump roast. That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpey131H_I/AAAAAAAABxA/v1Xc4Ps94ak/s1600/tumblr_l4iphnPIwY1qzynnpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpey131H_I/AAAAAAAABxA/v1Xc4Ps94ak/s320/tumblr_l4iphnPIwY1qzynnpo1_500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Where's my fork at? Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpe0o07kwI/AAAAAAAABxE/o6_kcl8cfHk/s1600/tumblr_l4ipl04gn61qzynnpo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpe0o07kwI/AAAAAAAABxE/o6_kcl8cfHk/s320/tumblr_l4ipl04gn61qzynnpo1_500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stockings like this are super hot. I love old school "cheesecake" style lingerie, I think its so much sexier than clear heels and fishnets, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-9174420041815745597?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/9174420041815745597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/beginning-of-week-pron-time-for-little.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/9174420041815745597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/9174420041815745597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/beginning-of-week-pron-time-for-little.html' title='Beginning of the Week Pron: Time For A Little ClASS'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDpeqPaDANI/AAAAAAAABww/X47e9tGzP3g/s72-c/weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-1411157685679003281</id><published>2010-07-11T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:10:56.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulz'/><title type='text'>Your Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSC8AfkIPzk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param &amp;nbsp;="" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;This shit is hilarious, but its so harsh that even manz thought it was a little too much.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-1411157685679003281?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/1411157685679003281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1411157685679003281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/1411157685679003281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-mom.html' title='Your Mom'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-4421245724540355832</id><published>2010-07-08T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:26:40.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Backstabbers</title><content type='html'>They smile in your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDaYaUYiOKI/AAAAAAAABws/-PhpEVXZXEg/s1600/cat-traitor.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDaYaUYiOKI/AAAAAAAABws/-PhpEVXZXEg/s400/cat-traitor.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Those of you that have rolled with this bitch *points at self* for a little while know that manz is from Cleveland. And if you've listened to ANY god damned media outlet for the last week, you also know what's been going down in the Cleve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure if this is for reals or not, but you guys need to go visit the Cavs site &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/cavaliers/news/gilbert_letter_100708.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really hope it's for real, because if so, DAN GILBERT HAS SOME HUGE FUCKING BALLS. HUGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite parts are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"As you now know, our former hero, who grew up in the very region that he deserted this evening, is no longer a Cleveland Cavalier. This was announced with a several day, narcissistic, self-promotional build-up culminating with a national TV special of his "decision" unlike anything ever "witnessed" in the history of sports and probably the history of entertainment. Clearly, this is bitterly disappointing to all of us. The good news is that the ownership team and the rest of the hard-working, loyal, and driven staff over here at your hometown Cavaliers have not betrayed you nor NEVER will betray you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And also:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"I PERSONALLY GUARANTEE THAT THE CLEVELAND CAVALIERS WILL WIN AN NBA CHAMPIONSHIP BEFORE THE SELF-TITLED FORMER ‘KING’ WINS ONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can take it to the bank. If you thought we were motivated before tonight to bring the hardware to Cleveland, I can tell you that this shameful display of selfishness and betrayal by one of our very own has shifted our "motivation" to previously unknown and previously never experienced levels. Some people think they should go to heaven but NOT have to die to get there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SNAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I won't discuss how I really feel about it because I always have the unpopular opinion where celebrities and their lives are concerned, and plus manz and I already came close to arguing about it. (Funny that we only get close to arguing when it comes to video games or sports.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You know what though? I am still blown away by such authoritative usage of Comic Sans. I mean, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-4421245724540355832?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/4421245724540355832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/backstabbers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4421245724540355832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/4421245724540355832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/backstabbers.html' title='Backstabbers'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDaYaUYiOKI/AAAAAAAABws/-PhpEVXZXEg/s72-c/cat-traitor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5124219443873568116</id><published>2010-07-06T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:24:14.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NFL'/><title type='text'>Madden '11 Breakdowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDQBKuaIs3I/AAAAAAAABwo/jC9dCt291AA/s1600/2350.11%2520madden%2520drew%2520brees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDQBKuaIs3I/AAAAAAAABwo/jC9dCt291AA/s400/2350.11%2520madden%2520drew%2520brees.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's got 2 thumbs and paid the money for the pre-sale on Madden '11?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I did, about 2 weeks ago. Looks like they just released breakdowns, so for those of you that I know are fans, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Rich and Malcolm are Ravens fans I believe, so here's the breakdown for them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/videogames/madden11?teamId=25"&gt;Baltimore Ravens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dart is a Pats fan, so here's New England's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/videogames/madden11?teamId=22"&gt;New England Patriots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever is a Chiefs fan, I remember, so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/videogames/madden11?teamId=9"&gt;Kansas City Chiefs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Pago, I didn't see Seattle's breakdown on the site just yet, but maybe in the next day or so, I think. I'm fairly pleased, the &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/videogames/madden11?teamId=8"&gt;Chargers&lt;/a&gt; look pretty decent, and of course Ryan Mathews is going to be my backup for Chris Johnson. I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5124219443873568116?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5124219443873568116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/madden-11-breakdowns.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5124219443873568116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5124219443873568116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/madden-11-breakdowns.html' title='Madden &apos;11 Breakdowns'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TDQBKuaIs3I/AAAAAAAABwo/jC9dCt291AA/s72-c/2350.11%2520madden%2520drew%2520brees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-2937434804543062096</id><published>2010-07-03T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:07:54.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>For iamnotstrange: My Not So Secret Love for RATM and Zack de la Rocha.</title><content type='html'>So because I dunno whether you read comments posted after yours or not, I figured I would just put this information in a post of its own because there's a higher likelihood of you seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still listen to Rage because I feel that their music is still timely and applicable to today's social climate, just as it was when their albums were first released. In fact, "Killing In the Name Of" is currently my ringtone. But to see a little how I feel about them and have felt about them throughout the last few years, check these posts if you like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2009/06/5s-my-lifes-soundtrack.html"&gt;^5s: My Life's Soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-love-letter-to-zack-de-la-rocha.html"&gt;Open Love Letter to Zack de la Rocha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2008/08/mental-orgasms.html"&gt;Musical Mental Orgasms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-2937434804543062096?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/2937434804543062096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-iamnotstrange-my-not-so-secret-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2937434804543062096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/2937434804543062096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-iamnotstrange-my-not-so-secret-love.html' title='For iamnotstrange: My Not So Secret Love for RATM and Zack de la Rocha.'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5541745601356181518</id><published>2010-07-01T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:12:56.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lulz'/><title type='text'>For Teh Lulz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2AoNBT3cI/AAAAAAAABwU/chqpN09jo1w/s1600/fortehlulz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2AoNBT3cI/AAAAAAAABwU/chqpN09jo1w/s400/fortehlulz.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found some lulz from around teh interwebs today, of course anyone who reads this blog actively will probably understand why these are hilarious, but some of you may not. And for those that don't, well, there's always Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2BQbcUPRI/AAAAAAAABwY/xu48mg5Zym0/s1600/pedobucks-500x666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2BQbcUPRI/AAAAAAAABwY/xu48mg5Zym0/s320/pedobucks-500x666.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So weird that I saw this today. 2 reasons why. 1, I noticed that E-Rich had changed his profile pic to Pedobear on Facebook, and 2, manz was researching Pedobear costumes for Halloween. I mean, is this some sort of sign or something? That Pedobear is coming to a town near me or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2BZw0UvAI/AAAAAAAABwc/bMWoGDTFbrg/s1600/beaver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2BZw0UvAI/AAAAAAAABwc/bMWoGDTFbrg/s320/beaver.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my God. So I have no idea of Justin Bieber is other than I keep hearing his name everywhere, and turns out he's some kid who sings or some shit. Well, apparently he and his manager decided that it would be a good idea to put a poll online as to where he should go on tour. Seriously? Do you know ANYTHING about the internet? That's asking for 4chan to come knocking...which they did. I LOVE that they chose North Korea as the place for him to go. I read that they want him to get thrown into a North Korean concentration camp. I saw a pic of this kid, and I kind of agree. Just looking at him made me want to punch him in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2CxFwrTeI/AAAAAAAABwg/3kiI0wsRVCI/s1600/IMG00157-20100628-1443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2CxFwrTeI/AAAAAAAABwg/3kiI0wsRVCI/s320/IMG00157-20100628-1443.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This one I saw on a bulletin board in an office I was visiting. Is there something wrong with me that I thought this flyer for the fair down here was SERIOUSLY dirty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2C1lib7kI/AAAAAAAABwk/u-ZWeqNnkso/s1600/IMG00159-20100630-1644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2C1lib7kI/AAAAAAAABwk/u-ZWeqNnkso/s320/IMG00159-20100630-1644.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Holy shit, this was so hilarious when I saw this. Mainly because of WHERE I saw it. I saw this sign on the door of the ladies room in a SHERIFF'S STATION. That struck me as mighty hi-larry-us for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5541745601356181518?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5541745601356181518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-teh-lulz.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5541745601356181518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5541745601356181518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-teh-lulz.html' title='For Teh Lulz'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TC2AoNBT3cI/AAAAAAAABwU/chqpN09jo1w/s72-c/fortehlulz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-6808097157116325547</id><published>2010-06-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:00:41.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='^5s'/><title type='text'>^5s: 5 Musical Acts I Can't Fucking Stand Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As most of you know, I grew up on old jazz/rhythm and blues, what with being born up in Oakland, and being surrounded by jazz musicians in my formative years. When I got a little older though, I spent time (involuntarily) with my older sister, and oddly enough she was really into rock music. Because I was exposed to so much of it, I ended up liking rock music quite a bit (since after all...aren't rock and blues and jazz so closely related?) and developed my own taste for it when I was in my late teens. At this moment in time most of what I listen to is rock music actually, because I'm so sick of what's considered hip hop and r&amp;amp;b these days. (Yes, I'm aware there's good hip hop out there, but I'm old and tired and its hard to keep up with everything. So if you have suggestions, please, tell me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyhow, I've noticed that there's a lot of bands that I used to REALLY love and listen to all the time, but somewhere down the line, I stopped listening to them as much, and more recently I discovered that I actually really fucking HATE them now. I'm not sure when love became hate, and I know there's a thin line and all, but seriously, for some of these bands if I hear any of their songs I just want to punch a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwi9lZIZDI/AAAAAAAABv8/DYR_a5dkkFA/s1600/Chilipeppers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwi9lZIZDI/AAAAAAAABv8/DYR_a5dkkFA/s320/Chilipeppers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know, when I first heard of them it was in the early to mid 90s, around the time that Blood Sugar Sex Magik was out. At the time and even now I did like this album on the whole, and I know they had 2 releases prior to this album, but to this day I still haven't heard them, and BSSM remains their best album in my mind.  I don't know why, and perhaps its because Anthony Keadis is a little too much into the sex and drugs part of being a rock star, but after this album the lyrics of their songs have just gotten worse and worse. I mean I have no idea sometimes what the fuck he's saying in his songs or what the hell the songs are even about. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against obscure lyrics or anything, but seriously, his lyrics are terrible and just getting worse. On top of it all, a lot of the music media for a long time have been thinking that RHCP is like this major classic band, and I'm not so sure that they are, because every album I've heard since BSSM has been pretty terrible. I think the only song of theirs that I can hear at this point without changing the station or skipping the song in iTunes is “Under the Bridge”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwi_fqu-OI/AAAAAAAABwA/ixMqgDC6FnE/s1600/foo_fighters_photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwi_fqu-OI/AAAAAAAABwA/ixMqgDC6FnE/s320/foo_fighters_photo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have always been a tentative fan of the Foo Fighters, partially because I'm not the hugest fan of Dave Grohl. I don't think he's as amazing as everyone else seems to think he is, I mean I give him major credit for being a drummer that can sing, because there aren't a lot of “famous” drummers that can sing, as far as I'm aware there's been Ringo, Don Henley, Phil Collins, and that's about it. Also I'm not sure that this band or even Dave Grohl himself would be as big of a deal had Kurt Cobain not committed suicide. But then again, that's just me, and I'm probably biased since I don't really think he's the shit to begin with. I used to love certain songs of theirs but now every time I hear the first few chords of one of their songs I just want to cut myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjA_VTpOI/AAAAAAAABwE/bNNJfI1XwXM/s1600/green-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjA_VTpOI/AAAAAAAABwE/bNNJfI1XwXM/s320/green-day.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y' know, Greenday was cool and all when they first started out, a more modern punk band that was all about fighting the man and whatnot, but seriously, they sold out like a motherfucker. Look at them now, they're so god damn mainstream, and last I heard, punk was most certainly NOT mainstream. Do they ever look back on their history and say to themselves “Wow, we are hardcore sellouts”? Or maybe they just don't give a shit because they're still making money? Whatever the reason, right about now they suck giraffe balls and I wouldn't even bootleg one of their shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjClmhl9I/AAAAAAAABwI/MzXCZR6du1E/s1600/nirvana_pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjClmhl9I/AAAAAAAABwI/MzXCZR6du1E/s320/nirvana_pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm gonna give an honorable mention on this list to Nirvana.  I feel bad talking shit because I know one of the reasons why they exploded everywhere is because Kurt committed suicide and all, and their fame in large part arises from that. I mean, its the same thing with Sublime. I don't know what Kurt was thinking when he pulled that trigger but I'm pretty sure that he wasn't expecting that his band would become as huge as they did. So it's not their fault exactly that like every god damned rock music station in the country has an alternating playlist of the previous bands mentioned above (well maybe minus Lenny) and Nirvana's “Nevermind” album, but man, every time I hear the first few notes of a Nirvana song anywhere I just groan and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;facepalm because my GOD, talk about oversaturation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjEFg9hTI/AAAAAAAABwM/wSv4IyK2yHQ/s1600/The+Offspring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjEFg9hTI/AAAAAAAABwM/wSv4IyK2yHQ/s320/The+Offspring.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh God, are they EVER just going to stop making music? I mean, they keep coming out with albums and EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMN SONG has the same fucking guitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;guitar riffs! That drives me up a fucking wall, I swear. It's the same reason (well, one of many) that I cannot fucking stand Linkin Park, because all they do is make the same song over and over again. And please do not tell me that's the fault of people who keep buying their cds because I think we all know at this point that cd buying is not the reason bands keep being allowed to make music. I mean, sure Offspring was new and cool and different and had a unique sound when I first heard them back in '94 but seriously, it's been 16 years and every single song since then has sounded exactly the same. I wish they'd change it up a little bit. I'm sure they roll with the mantra of “If it ain't broke don't fix it” but c'mon, Weezer's done it, they can too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjHEduKrI/AAAAAAAABwQ/PL2ydkyuhjM/s1600/zoe3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwjHEduKrI/AAAAAAAABwQ/PL2ydkyuhjM/s320/zoe3.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last but not least is Lenny Kravitz. You will&amp;nbsp;notice&amp;nbsp;the above is NOT Lenny Kravitz, but instead his super hot daughter, Zoe. I chose to put a picture of her up here because I am sick and tired of seeing half nekkid or almost all the way nekkid pics of Lenny. Anyway, it's really weird because I used to seriously love me some Lenny Kravitz, and in theory I should really love him because he's a great musician, he's a great singer, and he's a colored man kind of breaking paradigms in his genre, well, he was way back when he first started. However, in the last several years for some reason whenever I hear a Lenny Kravitz song (on one of my older random mix cds usually) I just skip it. I don't think I've heard one of his songs in its entirety in years. When I was getting ready to write this post I tried listening to a song of his just to figure out what it is that I can't stand about his music, and I honestly don't know. All I know is that its like rubbing your fingers across a balloon to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However, I don't care that his daughter is underage. She is HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-6808097157116325547?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/6808097157116325547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/06/5s-5-musical-acts-i-cant-fucking-stand.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6808097157116325547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/6808097157116325547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/06/5s-5-musical-acts-i-cant-fucking-stand.html' title='^5s: 5 Musical Acts I Can&apos;t Fucking Stand Anymore'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCwi9lZIZDI/AAAAAAAABv8/DYR_a5dkkFA/s72-c/Chilipeppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-117512721402431805</id><published>2010-06-28T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:04:00.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations With...'/><title type='text'>Conversations With...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a segment of my blog where I talk about discussions I've had with other people. Or perhaps they're conversations I overheard, or conversations other people have told me they had. But basically, these are all going to be about shit I find interesting or thought provoking or funny in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgRcg90lvI/AAAAAAAABv4/GeNhTcRSWFI/s1600/tumblr_l096n9CUYW1qa54eao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgRcg90lvI/AAAAAAAABv4/GeNhTcRSWFI/s400/tumblr_l096n9CUYW1qa54eao1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: *reads the text above aloud* Ooh, so does this mean I'm gonna be a superhero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Manz: *pauses about 10 seconds* Or a supervillain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't decide how I feel about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I'll be honest. I'd rather be a supervillain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-117512721402431805?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/117512721402431805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-with_28.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/117512721402431805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/117512721402431805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/06/conversations-with_28.html' title='Conversations With...'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgRcg90lvI/AAAAAAAABv4/GeNhTcRSWFI/s72-c/tumblr_l096n9CUYW1qa54eao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005486298483902650.post-5156268907974994459</id><published>2010-06-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:50:58.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pron'/><title type='text'>Beginning of the Week Pron: Titillating Topless Tarts</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling pretty under the weather for the last several days, and I can't seem to figure out why that is. I've been trying to get enough sleep although that doesn't seem to be working out for me unfortunately. However, I'm trying everything, and looking at pictures of naked girls always makes me feel better to some degree, so I'm sharing the photos I liked best from around the interwebs.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKpEhCF4I/AAAAAAAABvk/Tew7SvjcC7I/s1600/6c78ca7d453432a4fcdd978430b13bde3828b2bb_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKpEhCF4I/AAAAAAAABvk/Tew7SvjcC7I/s320/6c78ca7d453432a4fcdd978430b13bde3828b2bb_m.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This girl has to be of Eastern European descent because outside of them, only my girl Gianna has breasts of this shape and size. (This shape and size meaning absolutely perfect.) I'm big on breast to nipple ratio, nipple placement, and shape of breast to determine the awesomeness level of a nice pair. Like for example Honey du Jour? *shudders* No thanks. Although this pose isn't "sexy" per se, I appreciate it because it let us see the true size and shape of her breasts. I hate it when girls try to push them together with their upper arms or turn their bodies so they look more awesome than they are. FALSE ADVERTISING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKr3d8HnI/AAAAAAAABvo/iayOW8c3G58/s1600/93f2205a02693c1253d50c72f6b53a32eff38715_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKr3d8HnI/AAAAAAAABvo/iayOW8c3G58/s320/93f2205a02693c1253d50c72f6b53a32eff38715_m.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that there is a clever caption in the making here but I'm not quite feeling well enough to provide one myself. Okay, I'll be honest, I'm generally just not clever enough to provide clever comments with any consistency. (Wow, I'm feeling all kinds of alliteration today, apparently.) This also is another awesome pose for us to see the size and shape of her breasts. Which I entirely appreciate. She's a wee bit on the skinny side for me, but I'd feed her some cheezburgers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKtbftCdI/AAAAAAAABvs/-nVcUXcQK-s/s1600/7977629c898a85783a4cf86359d11cccf4b26635_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKtbftCdI/AAAAAAAABvs/-nVcUXcQK-s/s320/7977629c898a85783a4cf86359d11cccf4b26635_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First off, I love black and white photos. Love them. I don't know why. Second, I love brunettes. This girl is like the perfect size and shape for me, and I'm imagining in my head that she's doing this because she really wants to cook some topless dinner. And I'm definitely down with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKvJEdxaI/AAAAAAAABvw/F5_Um6sywjI/s1600/c97a747150d6bfcf3eaada28dbd3119c5fb7fcb0_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKvJEdxaI/AAAAAAAABvw/F5_Um6sywjI/s320/c97a747150d6bfcf3eaada28dbd3119c5fb7fcb0_m.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't really make out this girl's face very well, but I think I'm all right with that because I suspect she might be a butterface. This girl is also a very nice size and shape...well, she does look a bit short. I like women that are 5'5" at least because I hate walking next to a girl and feeling like an Amazon queen. I'm 5'8" myself and if I'm wearing heels (which I like to do) then I feel like I'm Godzilla in Tokyo walking next to a girl who's like 5'3".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKwsvsHeI/AAAAAAAABv0/KLZ5No-sfxc/s1600/fa215a538b9f4000cf69dc6a1f2ec0a026603348_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKwsvsHeI/AAAAAAAABv0/KLZ5No-sfxc/s320/fa215a538b9f4000cf69dc6a1f2ec0a026603348_m.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think you guys know I'm not partial to blondes, nor am I partial to short hair, but this girl can get it any day of the week. This is what I imagine Christina Hendricks looks like naked, because based on my serious observation of her breasts, I figure they're about this size and shape and width apart. But they're fantastic looking, aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005486298483902650-5156268907974994459?l=ohthatvixen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/feeds/5156268907974994459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/06/beginning-of-week-pron-titillating.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5156268907974994459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005486298483902650/posts/default/5156268907974994459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthatvixen.blogspot.com/2010/06/beginning-of-week-pron-titillating.html' title='Beginning of the Week Pron: Titillating Topless Tarts'/><author><name>Dioracat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08162740197207940299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/SxoF-gwSHBI/AAAAAAAABgU/0_HPQ_bHoWE/S220/925556-x_23_super.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVzpJ2M2IWM/TCgKpEhCF4I/AAAAAAAABvk/Tew7SvjcC7I/s72-c/6c78ca7d453432a4fcdd978430b13bde3828b2bb_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
